by Starla Mason
Did he? No, he couldn’t have . . .
Jacob Pemberly had a hard-on!
Maybe there was hope after all.
Olivia came out of the bathroom and found Jacob perched casually on the end of his desk. “Well, I guess that’s it,” she said, trying desperately to think of any reason to stay.
Jacob smiled at her politely but said nothing. He looked considerably embarrassed, confirming to Olivia that he’d most definitely lost control of the man downstairs.
Feeling triumphant, Olivia strode toward the door.
Panicked by her leaving, Jacob blurted, “So, what exactly is it that you do here?” He hoped his voice had sounded sincere. It wasn’t as if he didn’t already know everything about her, including how sexy she looked topless.
Disappointed, Olivia immediately snapped back into professional mode. She’d hoped that he was going to ask her something a bit more personal: Are you single? Will you go out with me? Do you want to have sex right here, right now? Undoubtedly, her answer would have been “yes” to all three questions.
She said, “I work with nonhuman primates down in the laboratory on level five.”
“Wow,” Jacob said. “Level five requires special clearance. You must be doing some seriously top-secret tests.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Olivia smiled. Was he flirting?
“I wouldn’t say top-secret, but our tests are extremely sensitive. We’re very careful about who is exposed to our research in order to avoid contamination.” She made a grim face. “Although, I guess it doesn’t matter much now, anyway. The mugger took off with a lot of important data. It will set us back weeks.”
“I’m sure the police will find him,” Jacob said, attempting to sound encouraging. He didn’t like to see Olivia upset, which she evidently was. “What are you trying to accomplish through your tests?” He was genuinely curious.
Her face softened. “We’re trying to improve the quality of life for those who suffer from dementia caused by advanced stages of Parkinson’s disease. We’re in the process of developing a medicine—we’ve been calling the serum Pemberly Fifty, as it’s our fiftieth trial.”
“What does it do?”
“The serum triggers chemicals in the pleasure centers of the brain. If we can evoke a sense of emotion inside the brain, our theory is that we’ll also awaken positive life memories a patient has long ago forgotten.”
“What have been the results so far?” Jacob asked.
“Err . . .” Olivia broke off, uncertain about how she should phrase the answer.
“Go on,” Jacob urged.
Olivia reddened. “All it’s really been doing is making the chimpanzees . . . go wild.”
Jacob furrowed his brows. “Wild? In what way?”
“Wild as in . . . horny.”
“Oh,” Jacob grinned.
“Yes. Oh. That’s been our sentiment exactly. Just a few drops of the serum and the chimpanzees lose their minds. And I mean this in a sexual sense. They will literally fornicate until they pass out, even after they’ve, um, ejaculated. Sometimes we have to sedate them because they simply won’t stop.” Olivia smiled. “I can’t imagine the effect it would have on humans.”
“Fascinating,” Jacob said. “If you don’t mind—it’s your lab, obviously—I’d love to come down and have a look at what you’ve been up to.”
Olivia was conflicted. On one hand, she was thrilled that she’d get to spend time with Jacob. On the other hand, she was nervous. It was a visit from the boss—no, not just the boss, but also the CEO of the whole damn corporation.
“My visit is purely out of my own curiosity,” Jacob added hastily, sensing her unease. And also so I can spend more time with you. “I have no intention of prying into your research.”
Olivia’s relief was palpable. “Sure. I mean, okay, yes. I’d love to show you around the lab.” And ride you until the sun comes up. “If this works, you can come by tonight after work and I’ll give you a private tour.” Of my body. “Does six work?”
“That would be great.” If I could be inside you.
Olivia smiled. “Perfect. See you then.”
* * *
As promised, Jacob arrived on the dot at six o’clock.
Olivia, glowing with excitement, met Jacob in front of the elevators. Once they reached the lab entrance, Olivia typed a code into a keypad on the wall. There was a loud click three seconds later, and then Olivia pulled open the door. They entered the lab wordlessly. The light on the keypad changed from green to red as Olivia closed the door behind them.
“Oh, no,” Jacob joked with faux terror, “locked in with the mad scientist!”
Olivia laughed heartily. She had no idea Jacob was so funny.
“What would you like to see first?” she asked.
“It’s your rodeo,” he said sexily. “Show me anything you like.”
She hoped he meant anything.
Olivia nodded and gave Jacob a tour of the various areas of the lab: the sample storage, testing area, and chimpanzee quarters. All the while, Jacob nodded his head and made mmm-hmmm sounds, pretending to be deeply fascinated.
It wasn’t that Jacob didn’t have an interest in Olivia’s work; on the contrary. He just found it difficult to focus with her looking as sexy as she did.
Eventually, they came to a door marked AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. Olivia raised her eyebrows at Jacob and said, “I suppose you qualify as authorized, considering that you do own the corporation.”
Jacob chuckled. “You’ve got me on that one.”
“Here goes nothing,” Olivia said, opening the door.
This room was several degrees cooler than the rest of the lab. They stopped in front of a three-foot wide tubular container that was located at the center of the room. It was made of stainless steel, stood about four feet tall, and had a flat glass lid. Its silvery shell was frosted. Olivia lifted the lid so that Jacob could look inside and an ominous mist curled out.
Jacob took a step back.
“It’s okay,” Olivia assured him. “Nothing in here that will bite.”
“Ah,” he said. “I’m guessing this is Pemberly Fifty.”
Olivia nodded. “Correct.”
Jacob let out a startled yelp as an alarm began to blare in the next room. Olivia didn’t seem concerned.
“Shoot,” she said. “I forgot to key in the code before opening the storage vessel. It’s no big deal—just need to go and punch in a couple numbers.” She turned to leave the room. “Be right back.”
Olivia returned moments later, finding Jacob with his back turned to her. He was leaning over the vessel and had removed a vial of the serum. She was too stunned to speak, and before she could stop him, he popped the top off the vial and sniffed it.
“No! Jacob, don’t!” Olivia screamed.
Startled by Olivia’s panic, Jacob dropped the serum. It shattered against the tile with a loud crack, and an iridescent pink liquid splattered on Jacob and Olivia. They wiped at their skin fiercely to remove it, but it was too late. The serum had been absorbed.
They would have to let Pemberly Fifty run its course.
“I’m so sorry!” Jacob muttered. “I’m so sorry. I’m so—”
Jacob’s words were silenced by Olivia’s tongue. She pounced, kissing him hungrily, and he wasted no time kissing her back. She let out a throaty moan as Jacob caressed her taut thighs, moving his strong, masculine hands to grip her rear and then unzip the back of her skirt.
Olivia stepped out of her skirt, kicked it aside, and hauled Jacob closer. Jacob’s eyes widened at her brashness. She was unstoppable—ravenous for the man she’d been pining after for months and months—crazed with lust.
Jacob tugged Olivia’s damp panties aside and plunged into her with an enthusiastic finger. Olivia sighed as he delved into her deeper and deeper, opening herself up to him. “Oh yes-yes-yes-yes,” she chanted, sensing Jacob’s prick harden against her hip. “Oh, God, yes!”
Jacob kneeled before h
er and pulled her panties down with his teeth, growling. He was feeling pretty ravenous himself. He winked at her mischievously before driving his tongue high up into her. Olivia ran her fingers through his soft hair, pushing his face into her musky womanhood. He licked fanatically as her insides clenched and quivered. Olivia was too lost in the moment to speak, but Jacob knew she was about to erupt. Her hips reared against him wildly as her juices began to spurt. He pressed his open mouth into her, loving the taste of her sweet cream.
Jacob lapped Olivia’s insides until her come was finished. He then stood before her. Olivia yanked down his pants, smiling appreciatively as she glimpsed at his stellar manhood—not too big and not too small. Jacob was the idyllic size for her, as if his cock had been created using a mold of her insides.
She teased the tip of his prick by flicking her tongue against its smooth surface. Jacob’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his strong hands gently clutching fistfuls of her glossy hair. She massaged his smooth balls as she took him into her mouth, licking up and down his shaft with a wicked gleam in her eye. They locked eyes and she nodded, and then he stabbed deep into her mouth until he met her throat.
Olivia went to work, bobbing her head up and down, drawing out his pre-come. She sucked and sucked, keeping her lips closed tightly around him. He thrust into her with all his might, his moans echoing off the halls of the laboratory. Jacob tried to pull back as he released his seed, but Olivia wouldn’t let him. She sucked harder and harder, wanting—needing—to taste him. He granted her wishes by filling her mouth with his salty spunk, releasing into her uninhibitedly. Olivia marveled at the sheer force of his release; it was a wonder that the rear of her throat didn’t blow out. She drank and gulped eagerly, stopping only after he’d run dry.
Jacob pulled out of her mouth and Olivia realized—it couldn’t be—that he had grown hard again.
Next thing she knew, Olivia was on her back, opening her legs wide, a silent invitation for Jacob to take her right there on the floor.
Kneeling, Jacob ripped of her (well, his mother’s) top, moaning as he massaged her perfect breasts.
“I need you now,” Olivia breathed. She pulled him down on top of her with a forcefulness Jacob found astounding. “I think I might die if I don’t feel you inside me!”
Eyes blazing with desire, Jacob gazed down at Olivia. “We don’t want that to happen, now do we?” he said, driving his stiff manhood into Olivia. He pumped into her energetically, his thrusts quickening as her moans increased.
Olivia wrapped her legs tightly around Jacob, whispering into his ear that he was the best she’d ever had. And she meant it. As she reached climax, Olivia pushed Jacob deeper into her slit. “I need to feel your hot come inside me!” she cried.
With his final thrusts, Jacob spilled his seed into Olivia. He felt her gap tighten around his cock as came in unison.
After Jacob caught his breath, he slipped out of Olivia. She sighed blissfully, feeling his hot come spill out from deep inside her.
“Wow,” Jacob grinned, still panting. “What exactly is in the serum?”
“I’ll tell you exactly,” Olivia smiled, reaching for the shard of glass with the ingredient label stuck to it. She pinched the glass in her fingers, being extra careful not to cut her skin, and turned it so that they could both read the label.
Olivia and Jacob gaped at each other, stunned.
Clearly printed on the label were large block letters:PLACEBO.
“Does this mean . . .” Jacob trailed off. He threw back his head and barked out a laugh. “Oh my God.”
Olivia, shaking her head in disbelief, concurred. “Yes. Oh my God.”
The sat in silence as the information sank in.
“What exactly do you use as a placebo?” Jacob finally said. “Could it still have any effect on us?”
“No, we use a simple saline solution,” Olivia answered. “It can’t be, though. If that was just a placebo, then what we did was—”
“All us,” Jacob smiled.
“All us,” Olivia smiled back.
Jacob pulled Olivia into his arms, embracing her gently and kissing the top of her head. “But if you want to test that theory . . .”
“I think we should,” Olivia smiled, warming at the idea of another round of lovemaking. “For science.”
“Let’s do it, then,” Jacob said, easing into the blazing spot between Olivia’s legs. “For science.”
