“And hot.”
She tried the others. With each change of lingerie, he got harder and hornier. “We’ll take them all,” he rasped as she modeled the last one. He unzipped the fly of his jeans. “Get your sexy little ass over here.”
A moan escaped her lips. Her eyelids lowered as she took off the bra and dropped it onto the chaise beside Beck with all the others. He shoved a hand into his front pocket and pulled out the small packet he’d stashed there earlier. He ripped it open to reveal the condom, then pulled out his aching cock and gave it a few hard, fast strokes.
“Beck…” she whispered.
“Take off your shorts.” He kept his voice low. “And come sit on my cock, baby. Look how hard you made me, showing off those gorgeous tits.” He rolled the condom on.
“I wasn’t showing off.” She made no move to divest herself of her shorts.
He reached for her and flicked open the button. “Admit it. They made you feel sexy.”
“No.” The corners of her lips lifted and she drew down the zipper of her shorts. “It wasn’t the lingerie that made me feel sexy. It was you.” With a little shimmy, shorts and panties dropped to the floor. She moved over him, straddling his legs. Blood surged into his dick, throbbing, his balls heavy and aching with the need to come. “The way you watched me,” she whispered near his ear. “Knowing I was making you hard. That made me feel sexy.”
“Damn, baby.” He gripped his cock with one hand and her hip with the other as she lowered herself over him. The tip of his cock nudged her tight entrance and his blood raced hot through his veins.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” She laid her hands on his chest. “And I think I’ve said that before with you. How do you make me lose my mind like this?”
“It’s my huge cock. And my incredible charm.”
Her eyes half closed, she smiled, and his heart did another bump against his sternum.
“So damn beautiful, baby. And you feel so good.” He drove his hips up and her inner walls closed around him like a hot, velvet glove. “Not gonna take much…”
“It’s okay. We should be quick…” She moved on him, and the slide of her pussy over his engorged dick had tingles racing down the backs of his thighs.
“You…touch yourself. Make yourself come.”
“It’ll take too long.” She bent over and kissed him, slow, with a drag of tongue over his bottom lip. “I don’t need to come.”
“Yes, you do.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Fuck yeah, you do.”
She grabbed his face in both hands and gave him a hard, fast kiss. “Don’t make me fake it,” she whispered against his lips.
“Jesus.” Had she ever faked an orgasm? He didn’t think so, but…“We’ll have this conversation later. Right now…I’m gonna come…” He gritted his teeth to fight back the shout that rose in his throat as white hot heat exploded, blazing up his dick, searing up his back, blowing out his mind.
Chapter 20
“In preclinical, in vivo, proof-of-concept studies, our messenger RNA agents induced the production of dozens of effector proteins, and have actually repaired and regenerated damaged tissue to achieve long-term therapeutic effects.” Hayden looked around the boardroom table at the executives from Bäcker Inc., to whom she was pitching. “What’s more, we may be able to cure hundreds of diseases that aren’t treatable today. Current technologies target only secreted protein, but our agents can produce both secreted and intracellular proteins. This means we can develop new medicines to treat diseases that can’t be touched with today’s therapies.” She paused and made eye contact around the room. “Our messenger RNA agents have the potential to usher in a new era of medicine.”
The men at the table nodded.
“Do you have any questions?” Hayden smiled at them.
“I do.” One man lifted a hand with a pen in it.
She handled their questions for the next half hour, until the meeting concluded. When she walked out of the building onto Ash Street, she heaved a big sigh of relief. That had gone perfectly.
She drove to UCSD to teach one of her biochemistry classes, then headed back to her lab to check on progress there. With her lab coat on and hair tucked up under a cap, she entered the lab. “How’s it going, Hamir?”
Hamir sighed and turned to face her. “I’ve been injecting pre-RNA splice-blocking morpholinos into zebra fish embryos. I saw potential phenotypes in the morphants versus the controls at 26hpf, but when I try to confirm whether the morpholinos targeted their specific splice sites by RT-PCR, I’m not getting an additional band.”