by Linda Mooney
Presently she heard a shout. The figure waved at her from where he had exited the Bureau’s main offices. Lawn smiled and waved back, bouncing up and down on her toes as she waited for him to catch up with her.
Before he said a word, Deep pulled her into his embrace and kissed her, loving her with his mouth as he also brushed the malformed side of her face with his lips. His warmth was enough to send shivers through her.
“Well?” she finally managed to gasp.
“First, let’s get out of this wind. I don’t want you to catch cold.”
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He guided her toward the low row of office buildings located at the rear of the quad. Once they passed through the double doors, the wind and cold disappeared.
“Good afternoon, Dr. Mehra, Mrs. Mehra,” an intern greeted them as he exited past them.
and Lawn ignored him as they hurried toward their joint offices.
“Come on! ‘Fess up! What did they tell you?” She could see that cat-that-ate-the-cream look on his face. He would never be able to hide his feelings from her. Never. She could read him like he was an active computer monitor.
“They gave my project the green light.”
Lawn squealed for joy and wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck to give him a congratulatory kiss. She was aware of his hands sliding down her back underneath the coat. Once he reached her buttocks, he squeezed them suggestively. She answered by wriggling her hips and rubbing herself against his stiffening erection.
She opened her mouth to ask another question when he grabbed her hand and hurried her inside his office. She had barely closed the door when he shoved the coat off her shoulders and pressed her against the cabinet.
Lawn melted under his assault, letting him take her mouth with a hunger she loved. His hands unbuckled her belt and had her unzipped as if by magic as Deep shoved her pants past her thighs.
“Deep.”
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It wasn’t a protest. He would know she wasn’t about to protest. But wasn’t there an acceptable time and place for lovemaking?
She heard his pants drop, and he lifted her in his arms.
Immediately, his hot, thick erection began to burrow between her thighs.
“So what are we really celebrating?” she gasped. She lifted her knees as she leaned backwards, letting the wall support her. She kissed the top of his head while he watched himself slide within her.
“I love watching me penetrate you,” he breathed.
Looking up at her, he pushed as far as he could, then kissed her, letting his tongue fill her mouth the way his shaft was grinding through her. Lawn moaned, and he chuckled in response.
“I could feel that all the way down to my balls.”
“What…are we…celebrating?” she struggled to repeat. He was starting to move in and out of her, steadily increasing the speed of his strokes.
“The Bureau…has hired me…for their newest project.” His breath was escalating. His grip on her tightened, but never enough to bruise her. No matter how passionately he loved her, he never hurt her.
Talking ceased. They focused on the act, on their passion, and on the all-encompassing joy spiraling through their bodies.
Lawn was barely aware of Deep reaching his pinnacle first.
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stimulated, adding a new level of excitement. It took mere seconds for her to come.
She cried out in surrender, not caring who heard her or them as they bounced against the wall. Sweet lassitude flooded through them, and Deep carried her over to the nearest chair where he collapsed, keeping her tucked in his lap.
“I love to hear you scream when you come,” he whispered breathlessly.
Lawn combed his thick, black hair with her fingers. “When are you going to tell me what this new project is? Or are you saving that news for later so we can, umm, celebrate again?”
chuckled and dropped a kiss to her chin. “I spoke to a Coordinator Millner. He’s going to be the man in charge.
He’s looking at using some sort of remote access on the ships going out to the most distant guard posts.”
“A remote access like remote control?” They were still joined. His semi-flaccid penis remained tucked inside her, but with a little effort Lawn knew he would stiffen again. In the meantime, she contented herself and him with soft kisses across his face.
“Yes. The coordinator says I have a naturally instinctive feel for remote control operations.”
Lawn leaned back enough to give him a surprised look.
“Really? Well, are they going to use this remote control in conjunction with the Vogt ships? Or as the next step?”
shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.” He unbuttoned the first two buttons on her shirt, parting the material enough to let him kiss the tops of her breasts. He 185
suddenly paused, lips hovering just above her flesh. Lawn glanced down at the puzzled expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He gave his head a little shake. “I just…for a second there, I got…”
“Another one of those strange imaginary flashbacks about being part of a ship?”
His answering chuckle was a puff of warm air across her skin. “Yeah. Sorry. I don’t know why I have those kinds of memories, considering I’ve never been on a ship in my life.”
She giggled. “That’ll change with your new assignment.
You know, it’s a shame there were never more than three of the original Vogt ships,” Lawn commented.
“Mmm. The artificially intelligent ships were too finicky,”
reminded her, nosing toward a nipple. “Too many personality conflicts in the long run. Frankly, I’m glad you washed out of the project at the last second.”
“Shame. I honestly thought that project might actually turn out to be a success. It showed great promise. Mmm.
?”
“Mmm?” He had reached her nipples and was beginning to suckle them. Not to mention the fact that his erection was beginning to expand again. When she didn’t continue, he paused and look up at her flushed face. “Are you still upset over the fact that you didn’t get chosen for the Vogt program?”
“No. I’m long over that.” She placed a kiss to the tip of his nose.
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“I honestly hoped you would make it,” he reminded her. “I was probably your biggest cheerleader.”
“I know, I know.” Lawn smiled into his hazel eyes. For the hundredth time she wondered how she managed to catch the attention of the bioengineer. Even now their courtship and marriage a few weeks ago remained a hazy fantasy. “So what’s next?”
He grinned and lifted his hips enough to make his intention clear. “How about some more congratulatory sex, followed by a nice dinner on the town?”
“And ending with a marathon session of sex once we get home?” Lawn laughed happily. “I swear, Deep. Sometimes I think you can read my mind!”
“Sometimes, Lawn, I honestly believe I can.”
He laughed with her, and promptly diverted her attention to sweeter and more sensuous pleasures.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Linda loves to write romance with a fantasy or science fiction flair. Her technique is often described as being as visual as a motion picture or graphic novel. By day she is a kindergarten teacher, wife, and mother of two who lives in a small south Texas town near the Gulf Coast. But at night she delves into alternate worlds filled with daring exploits and sensuous, erotic romance.
Included in her accomplishments with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid are ten consecutive Number One Bestsellers. In March, 2010, Linda was named the Whiskey Creek Press Torrid Author of The Year. And in 2011 she won the EPIC eBook Award for Best Erotic Science Fiction Romance.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
