Body Chemistry

Tawny Taylor

 

Chapter One

 

Allie Larson knew she had a soft spot for underdogs. Over the years she’d amassed quite a collection of discarded items—a poodle with a screeching bark that made everyone but the deaf shudder in pain, a bald cat named Kojack, a friend named Carlee who drove everyone but Allie nuts, including her own mother, a car that spent more time in the shop than on the road, and a long and disturbing list of ex-boyfriends.

Still, she saw no need to change it. In fact, as she stood at Case Pharmaceuticals’ Christmas party watching Lukas Brenner, resident genius, produce tears of boredom in another woman’s eyes, she found herself shifting into rescue mode…again.

Carlee caught her wrist and gave her a menacing glare. “Don’t you dare.”

Allie tried to widen her eyes to look innocent. “What?”

“You’re fluttering.” Carlee poked an index finger at Allie’s eyelids. “Liar.”

“How could I be lying? I haven’t said anything.”

“Well, I know Allie-Larson-lying-flutters when I see them.” Carlee pointed at Lukas and the woman. “Leave those two alone. It’s a party, for God’s sake! Have a drink. Enjoy.”

“I am.” She lifted her empty glass of soda up for illustration.

Carlee sniffed the empty glass and wrinkled her nose. “There’s the problem.” She dragged Allie toward the bar. “You need something stiffer. How ‘bout a Long Island? Less Coke, lots of alcohol.”

“Are you trying to kill me? I’ll be flat on my back in minutes if I drink one of those.”

“That’d be better than this. Look at you.”

Allie glanced down, expecting to find food on her clothes, her blouse unbuttoned, something. “What? What’s wrong with me?”

“You’ve got that I’m-gonna-rescue-the-lost-puppy-dog look.”

“Do not.” She lifted her hand to her face. “It’s called the I’m-getting-sick-from-that-appetizer look.” She shuddered for effect. “You’d think the brass could’ve hired better caterers this year. I think these guys are the same ones as last year, and you know what happened then.”

Carlee held her stomach. “Don’t remind me. I didn’t see anything but the bathroom for two days. You’re not eating the macaroni salad, just in case.”

“Haven’t touched it.” Allie forced herself to look away from Lukas and the snoring woman, but her gaze didn’t cooperate for long, and it bounced right back like one of those rubber balls on elastic strings.

“Don’t,” Carlee murmured.

She watched him as he droned on and on, his expression as flat as her own breasts…without the Wonderbra. “I won’t. I just feel bad for him. He has no idea what he’s doing. Someone needs to help him. A well-meaning friend.”

“That’s what a mother is for.”

“The man’s in his thirties. I’m sure his mother’s given up on him by now.”

“And so should you.” Carlee dumped the rest of her wine down her throat. “Have you thought that maybe he’s happy being the way he is?”

“Sure. But I don’t think he realizes something’s wrong. Without the glasses and outdated haircut and clothes, I think he’d be a real hunk. And he’s smart. He has a good job—”

“Forget it. You’re not the hostess of one of those makeover shows.” Carlee turned to the bartender. “Another glass of the Two-buck Chuck for me, and my friend’ll take a soda…with less Coke and more rum this time—”

“Just Coke, thanks.” Allie corrected. After last year’s fiasco that started with a few Fuzzy Navels and ended with her tongue in the CEO’s fuzzy navel, she’d vowed never to drink at a company party again.

Of course, she’d never know if she’d earned the promotion that had followed soon after the hard way or not. Some mysteries were better left unexplored.

As she sipped her lukewarm soda, she watched Lukas talk. The bored-to-death woman had either sleepwalked away or dropped in a cold faint somewhere, and so he’d moved on to yet another victim.

It was too bad. He really was a good-looking guy. Dark hair that looked like if it was given a toss with some hair wax it might be sexy. Without the heavy grease he used, in fact, she wondered if it might even have some blond highlights.

And without the glasses making his pale blue eyes look as wide as an owl’s, she guessed his face was proportioned real nice. High cheekbones. Square jaw. Narrow nose. A strong, masculine, manly face.

Oh, yes. There was lip-smackin’ potential in that man. She let her gaze travel south. His clothes didn’t fit properly. They hung on him funny, like they belonged to someone else. Granted, he was big. Everywhere. But his clothes did nothing for him. She wondered how he would look in a snug sweater and khakis.

He caught her staring, and she felt her cheeks heating.

Clearly seizing the moment, the woman next to him slipped away.

Oh, boy. Now she’d done it. Now she had to talk to him. She’d made him lose his partner.

His gaze still focused on her face, he walked toward her.

“What did you do?” Carlee whispered, returning from wherever she’d wandered. “I leave you alone for two seconds, and look what’s happened.”

“Shush! He’ll hear you.”

He made an honest attempt at a smile as he approached her, but it didn’t quite mature into a convincing one. Still, she smiled back.

“Hi,” she said, feeling instantly uncomfortable.

“Hi.” He stared in her eyes, unblinking, until she had to glance away.

“Are you enjoying the party?” She studied his shoes. Loafers like her dad wore. She always believed a man’s shoes said a lot about a guy. Loafers said “practical, responsible, dependable”. Not bad things, but not quite what she was hoping for, either.

“It’s okay. You?”

“It’d be more fun if I were loaded, but I figured I’m better off sober.” She glanced up.

Still staring, he nodded.

Didn’t the man ever blink?

She scrambled to find something to talk about. “Er…uh…how’s your latest project going? I hear good things about it.”

“It’s going well. I have identified several key impurities of my compound and have begun eliminating them. Then I can renew the animal testing. The last round of testing was disastrous, but I believe within a week I should be able to begin again, with better results.”

“Isn’t that interesting. What happened last time?”

“The rats produced anaplastic astrocytomas.”

She shuddered. “Sounds painful.”

He nodded. “It was not pleasant. They suffered vomiting, seizures, focal weakness—”

“Nice.” Pleasant party conversation. She felt herself grimacing. “Those are some powerful side effects for a weight loss pill. I think if I had a choice, I’d stay overweight.”

“You’re not.” His meticulous gaze traveled up and down her body, very slowly.

And she was damn embarrassed. She was sure he could see every lump and bump hidden beneath her clothes. “Oh, I meant…if I were… I mean, who would want to face those side effects just to lose a few pounds?”

“Precisely. Although I’ve discovered a byproduct of the manufacturing process that has some interesting properties.”

She buttoned her jacket even though she was feeling mighty warm at the moment. “Really?”

“It resembles E-E-eight-ten-dodecadien-one-ol, a primary alcohol containing a straight chain of twelve carbons and two conjugated double bonds.”

What was that? Conjugated what? Was he even speaking English? “Well…” She glanced around the room, feeling guilty as sin for looking for an escape route. But discussing upchucking rats and conjugating anything wasn’t doing her already bubbly stomach any good. “I’ve got to go. My friend—” she pointed at Carlee, who was batting eyelashes at one of the sales guys, “—needs my help. Josh over there is married.”

“Of course.” He took a single step backward.

“It was nice talking with you.”

He nodded. “You, too.”

And as she walked toward Carlee, she glanced back, catching him retreating to the corner of the room, where he stood against the wall. Alone.

What a crying shame. All that body. All that brain. And as much sex appeal as a dead frog.

And then, as she half-listened to Carlee’s sorry attempt at flirting with Josh, she watched Lukas leave.

* * * * *

She was positively gorgeous, that Allie Larson. And she’d spoken to him, shown a genuine interest in what he was saying…until he’d gotten to the part about the rats.

Why did he always do that? Talk about such utter nonsense, it literally chased the women away?

He shrugged into his lab coat. A little playing with that new compound, the one he’d lovingly named Candy, would raise his spirits, not that they weren’t already somewhere up in the stratosphere.

She’d noticed him. She’d spoken to him.

If only there was a pill he could take to make him the smoothest talking charmer of the company! He pulled the test tube rack from the refrigerator and set it on the counter, then turned to light the Bunsen burner under the hood, but as he spun around again to grab a tube from the rack, he knocked the whole thing to the floor. It landed with an earsplitting crash.

Damn it all!

He went to the sink and pulled some paper towels from the dispenser then knelt on the floor to mop up the broken glass and the chemical compound that had him up late at night trying to discover its secrets.

Too damn bad! Now he’d have to wait until the next run of the weight loss compound before he’d get any more.

Now, with nothing to do, he took off his lab coat, returned it to its hook, tossed the last of the paper towel mess in the garbage, and headed toward the door. As he gripped the knob in his hand and pulled, John—the one guy at Case who seemed to understand him—shoved open the door.

“Are you leavin’?”

“Yeah. I just dropped the last of Candy on the floor.”

“Again? Last week, we had to close the lab for a whole day because of the mercury spill.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Come on, let’s go get a beer on the suits. They’re paying.”

“Nah. That party isn’t my thing.”

“Oh, come on. I owe you a beer.”

“For what?”

“For covering for me yesterday. Thanks again.”

“Not a problem.”

John tipped his head toward the banquet-room-slash-meeting-room where the partiers were getting louder by the minute. “Sounds like the beer’s flowin’.” He pushed open the door and walked in.

Lukas followed, brushing past Judy, the company’s receptionist, on his way to the bar.

“Well, hello there!” she cooed, catching his hand and giving it a solid yank. “Where have you been, handsome?” She tucked a stray silver lock of hair behind her ear, put on her glasses, which hung from a chain around her neck, and studied him top to toe.

“Who? Me?” Lukas looked behind him. He looked over his right shoulder. No one. He looked over his left shoulder. Still no one. He looked back at Judy.

She licked her chops and fanned herself with a hand. “Yeah, you. My goodness, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear I was having a hot flash. I haven’t felt like this since menopause.”

“Maybe you should go outside and get some cool air.” He tried to back away, but she wouldn’t let him go.

Instead, she draped herself over his arm like an afghan. “I’ll go anywhere you say, honey. Just lead the way. I’ve been waiting all night to get you alone.”

He sniffed her breath, expecting to get numb from the fumes. Nothing. “You…you have? Me?”

What the hell?

Feeling like he had an anchor tied to his left side, he watched as John went to the bar and ordered a beer, then turned around.

John’s eyes couldn’t get wider, and his mouth gaped.

Lukas half-dragged the clinging Judy as he continued across the floor, but navigating a crowded room wasn’t easy with one hundred and fifty pounds of woman hanging from his arm. He bumped into a couple more women, and cringed as they spun around. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Their eyes bugged and their jaws dropped, and he wondered if he hadn’t metamorphosed into some kind of hideous monster.

And then they joined Judy, acclaiming his stunning physique.

“My, don’t you have a broad chest,” said one, tugging at his shirt.

“And take a feel of these arms,” exclaimed another. Wandering fingertips crept up his sleeve.

Female hands stroked and squeezed, female voices ahhhed and oohed, female bodies rubbed against him like cats in heat.

What the hell did they put in the punch?

He put out a silent plea to John for help, but his good buddy did nothing but smile, hold up his beer in a toast and then turn toward the scantily clad woman standing next to him. “You did this, didn’t you?” Lukas murmured to his friend’s back.

“Did what, dear?” Judy purred. “I haven’t done anything yet, but I will.”

He coughed. “Maybe a little catnip would distract you. I bet they have some at the bar.” He lifted his arms over his head to try to wiggle through the crowd.

Not such a great idea.

The women were basically frisking him. And their search wasn’t limited to his decent parts, either. One gave his balls a squeeze, and he yelped.

“Whatever he’s paying you ladies, I’ll pay double if you stop.”

“Paying?” one woman asked. “No one’s paying me.” She ran her hands up and down his chest. “Why would anyone do that? I’m just enthralled by you, how you look, smell, sound.” She stood on tiptoe and whispered, “I’m getting wet just standing next to you. Wanna fuck, big boy?”

Too much information, there. “No, but thanks for asking.”

He glared at John, now more than convinced this was his idea. Paybacks are a bitch!

Someone slapped his ass, and he jumped.

Oh, yeah. Paybacks are a bitch! And if you have anything to do with this, my friend, you’ll pay…dearly.

Chapter Two

 

Allie could practically smell the excitement in the air. Sitting at a table watching her best friend get drunker by the minute, she turned to see what all the fuss was about.

Was a movie star making an appearance at the party? Across the room, there was a gaggle of squawking women surrounding someone. And although she couldn’t exactly make out what they were saying over “Tainted Love”—the DJ had excellent taste—she knew by the way they were all jumping around like toddlers on a sugar rage, they were excited.

Curiosity might have killed the cat, but Allie was willing to take her chances. Something big was happening, and she had to know what it was. “I’ll be right back. You behave yourself,” she shouted at Carlee. “And drink some coffee to sober up.”

Carlee’s eyes lobbed to one side. “Why would I wanna do that?”

“I’ll be right back.” She stood and shuffled across the dance floor packed with gyrating bodies. But, just as she reached the parquet floor’s end, someone grabbed her arm and pulled. She spun around.

Chuck Marshall, the CEO, had that look.

Surely he didn’t expect a repeat of last year’s performance!

Still holding her hand, he shook his ass, waggled his bushy white eyebrows, and yanked his white button-down shirt out of his pants. “Wanna dance?”

She shuddered. The man looked a whole lot better behind a veil of Peach Schnapps. “Maybe later, Mr. Marshall.”

He danced, jerking her arm this way and that. “It’s Chuck. Call me Chuck.”

“Okay. But I have to go right now. Catch me later.”

He grinned like the devil. “You know I will.” Then he released her hand, spun around and caught the next woman who happened to dance into his reach. Poor thing.

Then again, that little lady had probably just boogied her way to a promotion.

On a mission now, Allie broke free of the dancing crowd just as the song ended, and the DJ announced a slow song. Good, at least it would be quieter. She’d be able to hear without having to stick her ear on the speaker’s mouth.

“Lukas, dance with me,” a female’s voice moaned.

“No, dance with me.”

What? Lukas? Allie sucked in a deep breath, found a chink in the human wall surrounding whoever was in the center, and wiggled in.

It was Lukas. Vomiting-rats Lukas. Standing-alone-against-the-wall Lukas.

But now, everything was different.

He was sitting in a chair, with women crawling all over him. Two sat on his lap, and others sat at his feet, stood behind him massaging his shoulders, stood at his sides whispering in his ears.

He resembled a king with his harem. Except for one small detail…he looked absolutely miserable. He gave her an empty smile of recognition. “I think I’ve been the butt of a joke.”

She fought a chuckle. “I’d say.”

“Waiting for a Girl Like You” started playing over the speakers and the women on Lukas’ lap started writhing like topless dancers doing a lap dance.

“Want to dance?” he asked Allie, looking as desperate as a drowning man.

She couldn’t turn down a drowning man. Outside of burning to death, it had to be the worst way to go. Besides, she loved this song. “Absolutely.”

He held out his hand and, ignoring the groans of dissatisfaction from the harem, she took it.

A warm zap shot up her arm.

What was that? She ripped her hand free, shook her arm, and checked all five digits for burns. Lifting her hand to her face, she smelled something sweet and musky, and her face warmed, like she’d just downed a shot of tequila.

He rested his hand on the small of her back, and a strange buzz fanned out from his touch, spreading up and out.

On the dance floor, he took her in his arms, and she rested her head against his chest.

Oh…she was in heaven!

Tingles erupted over her whole body, her head got all hazy, her mouth dry. She hadn’t felt so giddy in ages.

It had to be the song.

Pressed close, she swayed to the music, the song’s beat melding with the sounds of his heart thumping in her ear and his breath whooshing in and out.

She fought to catch her own breath, fought to slow her own heart, fought to find her brain. A thought surfaced from the mire and, like a blinking beacon, it kept flashing through her mind. Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!

Her pussy warmed.

“Allie?” His voice was deep and rich, like expensive chocolate.

She tipped her head to look at him. Those soft baby blues were incredible. Gray-blue with flecks of gold, they reflected sincerity. Kindness. Raw sex appeal. Her heart did a little happy dance. “Hm?”

“Thanks for rescuing me…” His gaze lingered at her eyes for a moment then wandered over the rest of her face, and her skin heated.

She felt her lips curling into a smile as genuine joy blossomed in her heart…and genuine desire burned between her legs. “My pleasure.” Kiss me!

“John’s joke’s gone a little too far.”

She licked her lips as she watched his mouth form each word. Why hadn’t she ever noticed his lips before? They were very nice. Not so thin they looked like tight lines. Some guys had very thin lips. She closed her eyes and imagined his mouth on her neck, breasts, pussy. Oh, yeah! “Joke?”

“Do you know anything about it? What did John pay all those women?”

Breathless, aflame from head to toe, she fought to speak. “I don’t know anything about a joke. John wasn’t here.” Her gaze wandered lower to his jaw, to the beginning of a five o’clock shadow. It gave him a rugged, bad boy look.

At the moment, that bad boy look was very appealing. Her achingly empty pussy clenched and another wave of warmth crashed through her body. “You should take a day off from shaving,” she suggested.

He lifted his hand to his face. “Why?”

“The stubble’s very sexy.”

He grabbed her upper arms and shoved her away, holding her at arm length. “Not you, too!”

Shocked and desperate to get close again, she screeched, “What?”

“Are you part of the joke, too?”

“No. I told you, I don’t know anything about a joke.” She leaned toward him. “Please! Let’s dance. I’m enjoying this.”

“Just tell me you’re here because you want to be.”

She nodded emphatically. “Believe me, I wanna be.”

He pulled her closer again, and she sighed. Still, even though her boobs were flattened against his rib cage and her mound was grinding against his thigh, that wasn’t enough.

She wanted him, and she wanted him now. “Of course, if you want to know for sure, you could check under the skirt.”

She felt him stiffen against her, and she looked up. And then, knowing she’d probably never get a chance like this again, she reached up, pulled on his neck, stood on her tippy toes…and planted her mouth smack-dab on his.

His mouth was as stiff as the rest of him for a moment. Then, as she slowly, softly, slid her lips over his, they relaxed. She poked her tongue out, teasing his mouth, then bit oh-so-gently on his lower lip.

His deep groan reverberated through her body and her knees got wobbly. His hands dropped to her waist and her heart climbed into her throat. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and her pussy pulsed.

Her body sang the “Halleluiah Chorus”. Her spirit drank in his every touch. Her soul wept with joy. And the echo of applause sounded in her ears.

And then he broke the kiss, and bewildered, dizzy, horny as hell, she looked around.

The music had stopped. A group had gathered around them. And every single person was applauding them.

She raised her hands in triumph and waved.

“Do you want to leave?” Lukas asked her in a clipped voice.

“Yep. Just give me a minute. Don’t leave without me.”

He mopped his forehead with a tissue. “Believe me, I won’t.”

Hating to leave his side, but knowing she must, she ran to Carlee’s last known location. Sure enough, she hadn’t moved. In fact, she was passed out in a chair.

At least she couldn’t hurt anyone.

Allie made arrangements with Judy to get Carlee a ride home, and Judy begrudgingly obliged. Then she returned to Lukas. “Okay. I’m ready.”

This time his smile was more than convincing. It stretched from one ear to the other. “So am I. Let’s go.”

Chapter Three

 

Good God! She couldn’t keep her hands off of him, or her thoughts out of the gutter…and every minute was priceless. Accepting a ride home from him, and quite certain he hadn’t been drinking, she let her mischievous hands wander from her lap to his, and to the very large, very warm lump between his legs.

When she rubbed, his neck got a little longer.

She’d bet that wasn’t the only thing that lengthened.

He cleared his throat. “I hope you don’t mind coming to my place. It’s small, but close.” He glanced her way at a red traffic light. “And close seems to be the key word at the moment.”

She scooted in the seat, until her skirt inched up her thighs. “Yes, close.” Then she took his hand off the stick—thank God he drove an automatic—and dropped it in her lap. “I’m very close.”

He dropped his head on the steering wheel, and the horn sounded, making them both jump. She laughed. He didn’t. When a horn blared behind them, he hit the gas and they rocketed down the street.

“Only a few more blocks.”

“Good. Then I won’t need these for long.” She reached up under her skirt and slipped her thong off, then dropped it on the dashboard in front of him.

Two white-knuckled fists gripped around the steering wheel, he gasped. “Sweet Jesus!”

“You know…” She resumed rubbing his cock. “I’ve been watching you for months. And I’ve heard the quiet ones are wild. Are you wild?”

He visibly swallowed, and she sucked in another chuckle. She’d never felt so bold, so brazen, and damn it was great!

“I wouldn’t call myself wild, but I hold my own.”

“I hope you’ll be holding something else very soon.”

He stopped at a stop sign, and looked her square in the eye. “I will. In about five seconds.”

She parted her legs. “Good. One one-thousand, two one-thousand…”

She didn’t get any further. His mouth crushed hers in a wild kiss, practically knocking the wind out of her. His tongue thrust inside, probing and stroking, as a hand went right to her pussy.

As he found her clit and drew tight circles over it, she moaned into his mouth. “Oh, yes!”

Behind her eyelids, lights flashed. Horns sounded.

Then he broke the kiss. “Oh, shit!” He hit the gas again. “I just need to get us home. Then…”

Her legs parted, her pussy still burning from his touch, she asked, “Then what?”

“Then, all bets are off…and clothes too. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

“You have? With me?” She felt her heart melting. What a sweetie!

Nodding, he pulled the car into a driveway. “You have no idea.” His hands visibly trembling, he put the car into park, shut it off, and opened his door. “Wait right here.”

She waited. How sweet. A guy who still believed in old-fashioned manners.

He opened the door and offered her a hand out, and she accepted. Then he fumbled with the key in the front door, pushed it open, and waited for her to enter the dark house. No sooner were they both inside and the door closed, she was tossed over his shoulder and hauled through the living room to the bedroom.

She giggled as she bounced on his shoulder.

She had to give it to him. He knew how to take control.

He dropped her on the bed, flipped on a small bedside lamp, and a warm yellow glow cut through the inky blackness.

“Good, just enough light to see, without being too glaring.” In small doses, light was good. “Now what?” she asked, panting under his wandering gaze.

He climbed on the bed, a knee on each side of her ankles, and in one swift motion removed her skirt.

Lying naked from the waist down, she felt her blood pounding through her heart and his legs tensing against her. This man, with his ill-fitting clothes and sexy bad-boy stubble, was going to make her come without even touching her!

He was a god!

As if he’d read her mind, he smiled, gripped her ankles in his hands and pushed them back and up, until her thighs were spread wide and her pussy open for his taking.

She gasped. “Oh, God!”

“Sweet Jesus, look at you. So wet and ready.” He licked his lips, and she mirrored him, licking hers. “I’m going to eat away every sweet drop.”

His gaze raked over her sensitive flesh, and she gasped for a breath. He lowered his face and she clamped her eyelids against the overwhelming sight.

His first touch to her pussy was tentative, and thoroughly intoxicating. With a slick tongue, he skirted her folds.

Blind in her need, she drew her legs back further, opening to him. “More.” His tongue flickered over her clit, and she gasped. Her back spasmed, arching to tilt her pussy up. Oh, how she wanted him inside! Her pussy was ready. She could smell the scent of her own arousal in the air. “Oh, yes! More. Fuck me.”

“Not yet. Patience, love.”

That was not what she wanted to hear. She reached for his head and tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging slightly and thrilling in the feel of his silky hair in her hands, the way his tongue danced over her pussy, the warmth pulsing through her body.

He sighed.

She sighed.

And then he stopped, and she blinked to focus her eyes.

He stood, and with his unwavering gaze planted on her face, he stripped his jacket and shirt off.

Oh, my! What the man was hiding under those clothes!

Her hands itched to explore his broad chest, cut into two by a deep crevasse. Dark curls sprinkled over his firm pecs and arrowed straight down his stomach between rows of abs. The line of hair disappeared under his pants waistband.

As he moved, his shoulder muscles flexed, his arm muscles tensed, his abs bunched. Oh. The sight of it all!

She slid her hand down to her pussy, and touched herself.

“That is a beautiful sight,” he murmured.

“So is that. More. Show me more.”

“You first.”

She slowly drew circles over her clit. Smooth liquid warmth seeped from deep inside. “What do you want to see?”

“Your tits.”

She sat up, removed her jacket, and unbuttoned her shirt, slowly. With each button unfastened, his gaze heated more. His limbs visibly tensed. The lump under his baggy trousers grew more obvious. When her shirt was fully opened, she shrugged out of it. “If you want to see more, you have to take off your pants first.”

As quick as a flash, he was standing in his skivvies, snug athletic boxers.

And that bulge was enormous!

“Your turn!” He tipped his head toward her, his gaze fixed at the center of her chest.

She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, and then held the cups up over her boobs. The shoulder straps dropped down her arms. “I…uh…” Her boobs were too small. Would he be disappointed?

“Show me.”

She let the bra fall down and waited for his reaction.

Plain, unadulterated awe spread over his features. “They’re beautiful. Absolutely perfect.”

“They are?”

“Yes. So firm and round, I can’t wait to feel them in my hands. I can’t wait to suck those lovely pink nipples…” He reached to touch her, but she backed away.

“Uh-uh! You still have your underwear on.”

Off they came, and out sprung a cock that practically made her drool. It was thick, long, and ready.

And she couldn’t wait to feel it buried deep inside.

She leaned back, opened her legs, and touched her pussy. “I want you.”

“How much do you want me?”

“This much.” Her attention focused on his flushed face, she plunged two fingers inside her pussy and pumped them in and out. Seeing him watch her was almost enough to send her over the brink, and she fought the urge to come, even as that telltale flush shot from her belly to every distant part of her. She closed her eyes.

“How much? Open your eyes, love.”

She opened them.

He gripped his cock in his hand and squeezed, then slid his fist up and down. As he worked his cock, she could see his body tensing. His features drew into tight lines. His forehead glistened with sweat. His hand ran up and down his cock, the sound like satin rubbing against satin. He moaned, and the sound hummed through her body. “I’ve wanted you for months, but I never thought…”

“Me, too.”

He kneeled on the bed, his cock still in his hand, need still etched over his face and body. And he rested his hand on her knee. “I…uh… Before we… I should…”

“What?”

“Rubber?”

“Yes.”

He rummaged through the nightstand and produced a string of black foil packages, and with shaking hands fought his way into one. He dropped it on the bed, and grumbling, searched for it among the rumpled bedding. “Oh, shit!”

“Here.” She sat up and searched the folds of the coverlet, closing her hand around it. “Please. Allow me.” She looked up into his wide-eyed gaze and then dropped her head and licked the head of his cock.

Pre-come! She licked every last bit of it away, and teased the underside of his cock with the tip of her tongue, then ran it down to the base and back up again.

His cock twitched against her mouth and his groan of pleasure made her smile. A hand found her pussy, and fingers tiptoed around her folds. On all fours, she opened her mouth and took him inside, as he stroked her pussy, circled her clit and pumped his fingers in and out.

Another finger teased her anus and, as she swallowed his cock, she relaxed and he breached her hole.

The glorious agony!

Breathless, on the throes of ecstasy, she lifted her head, slid on the rubber, and released his cock.

His tongue followed his finger, leaving a slick trail from the small of her back down the crevice between her parted ass cheeks. And then it delved into her tight hole, and she bit back a cry of joy. What this man did for her!

He eased her onto her back, grabbed her knees and pushed them back and up, and teased her empty pussy with the broad head of that glorious cock.

Her inside muscles tensed and relaxed as anticipation ripped through her body. “Fuck me,” she demanded.

A muscle twitched on his cheek. “My pleasure.” He drove into her hard, and her cry of pleasure and need echoed through the dim room. His gaze fixed to hers, he growled, “Damn, woman.”

She gasped, tightened her pussy around his rod, and fisted the bedcovers as her blood pumped like liquid fire through her body. Her head spun and her eyelids grew heavy, still she fought to keep them open to see the raw heat on his face.

His jaw muscles clenched and his gaze become impossibly hotter as he hammered her roughly, on his knees, his hands pressing her legs wide open, his hips slamming against her ass. She felt the last of his self-control snap as he fucked her, heard his growling acquiescence to his need. He fucked her hard. Rough. Yet she drank it in, her own body welcoming the onslaught, the bite of his fingers on her thighs, his mouth on her breast, suckling, biting. His steel-hard cock ramming into her.

Each part of her body tensed and frenzied heat burst from her center, spreading out, and then she exploded. Her insides pulsed, her heartbeat careened out of control and she rocketed to the stars. She cried out, “Oh, yes!”

He hollered, his cock swollen inside, pounding in and out with each pulse of her pussy, and he exploded, dropping on top of her and driving his throbbing cock deep inside. His arms slipped under her back and vised around her, squeezing the air from her lungs. Still riding the wave of her own orgasm, she wrapped her legs around his waist and welcomed him inside, closing her eyes and absorbing every scent, sound and flavor that tread upon her senses.

Sex. The room smelled of sex.

She licked her dry lips. She tasted of sex. Of man. What a wonderful flavor. She sighed as her body grew limp under his still knotted one. Her breathing slowed from shallow gasps to deep nourishing breaths, and sweet giddiness spread through her body, tickling her insides.

She wanted to giggle.

It didn’t take long until he too relaxed. His cock still deep inside her, he pulled her with him as he rolled onto his side. His erection hadn’t slackened a bit.

The man was animal! She loved it.

Yes, the quiet ones were wild. And sex with Lukas, resident genius, had been absolutely unreal. She wanted more.

Tensing her inside muscles around him, she tested the waters. Would he fuck her again? She watched his face for a response and wasn’t disappointed. His eyelids lifted, his eyebrows shot to the upper regions of his forehead, and his mouth quirked into a naughty smile.

“Again?” he asked.

The bubbling giggles shot from her belly. “Yes. Please.”

He made a show of sighing, stretching his arms over his head and cracking his neck, first tipping his head one way then the other. In a swift stroke, he pulled out, removed the used condom, reached to the bedside table for another one, and slid it on his still concrete-hard cock. Then he sat up, rolling his shoulders backward then forward, like he was warming up for a workout. “All right, then. I’m game. But I’ll warn you. I can’t be held responsible for what I’ll do. It’s been a long, long time.”

She couldn’t help staring at his cock. It was as big and hard as ever. “You are a medical wonder.”

He smiled, crawled on top of her, pinning her shoulders to the bed with his broad hands, and licked his lips. “You’ll be thinking I’m more than that in a few minutes.”

She grinned, tipped her pelvis up and rubbed her mound over his sheathed cock. “Promises, promises.”

His expression changed in the blink of an eye from playful to intense, still she knew it was a game. “You don’t believe me?” he said in a deep voice she assumed was meant to be menacing.

“Not.”

He bent his arms and lowered his mouth until it was a fraction of an inch from hers. His warm breath heated her mouth. “Well then, do you have a few surprises coming.”

She licked her dry lips, waiting for his kiss, needing his kiss. And in the next breath she was left wanting his kiss. He jumped off of her and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Chapter Four

 

Well, if this wasn’t the worst! What man walked out on a willing woman just because she teased him a little? Allie wrapped a blanket around herself and sat up. “Lukas? I was just teasing. I thought we were playing a game…”

He didn’t answer.

Guess it hadn’t been a game. Anxious to make nice, to apologize and kiss his hurts—and a few other parts—she stood and headed toward the hallway.

But she didn’t get much past the doorway. Lukas stood just outside, still naked as the day he’d been born, except for the rubber. He was hiding something behind his back and smiling like the devil.

Giddy with expectation, she asked, “What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” He tipped his head toward the bedroom. “Back in you go.”

She hesitated for a moment, not sure whether she should go ahead with the apology or not. Was he still playing?

He grinned, relieving her of the doubt that had her stomach in knots, and she spun around. He gave her blanket-covered ass a smack as she took a step back into the room. “Now you’re in for it. You don’t know what you started.”

“Can’t wait to find out.” She jumped forward as he smacked her again. When she reached the bed, she prepared to climb back in position.

“Uh-uh! We’re playing my way.”

She froze right where she was, two hands and one knee perched on the mattress, the other foot on the floor. “Okay. What does that mean? What game are we playing now?” Returning the other foot to the floor, she turned around to face him.

“You’ll just have to wait to find out.” The devil-grin returned, his erect cock reared up toward his stomach, and her heart did a little hippety-hop.

“Oh.” She laughed, but her nervous chuckles cut off somewhere between her stomach and throat when he lunged forward and caught her by the waist.

He flattened her on the carpet and yanked hard on the blanket. Off it came, leaving her naked, sprawled stomach-down on the carpet. Then the sharp sound of a slap echoed off the walls, and the burn of his strike on her ass spread up her spine.

Her back tensed, and she cried out in surprise. “Ouch! What was that for?”

“I told you. You’ve forgotten already?”

“Told me what? I thought we were playing a game. You said we’re playing a game, but I don’t like games involving pain.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling pain?” His voice was low, smooth and sexy, and immediately her pussy warmed, even as her ass flamed hot and angry.

“There’s no doubt it’s pain.”

He lightened his weight from her. “Don’t move,” he ordered.

She didn’t move, although she was beginning to wonder where he was headed with this. “As long as you don’t hit me again, I’ll be still.”

“I won’t spank you if you do as you’re told.” He got off of her.

“I’ve never been into S and M. Maybe I should have told you that.”

He laughed. “Okay, I admit it. Neither have I, although I’m all for experimenting. It’s the nature of a scientist, I suppose.” He leaned close and she could feel the warmth of his body against her back. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stuck up. And when a string of blue beads materialized before her eyes, swinging like a pendulum, she gulped. “Want to experiment with me?” he asked.

“What is that?” She hesitantly reached out to touch them.

“Anal beads.”

She jerked her hand back. “Oh, God!” In an instant, she was up on hands and knees, her spine pressed against his stomach and chest as he kneeled on all fours above her. Heat spread over her face, down her neck and over her chest, and her lungs constricted, forcing her to take shallow breaths. “Let me up. We don’t know each other well enough for this.”

He didn’t budge. “I’ve seen every part of you. I’ve tasted every part of you.”

“That may be true, but you’re not sticking that—” she stabbed at the string of beads with her forefinger, “—in there.” She motioned toward the general vicinity of her backside. “No one has ever done that.”

“Maybe you’ll like it.”

She felt him move away, a fingertip tracing the slope of her shoulders, down the center of her back to her ass. He parted her ass cheeks, and she sucked in a breath on a sigh.

Something soft teased her hole. Warm, slick, it slowly pressed, and with arms trembling, eyelids falling over her eyes, she relaxed, letting whatever it was inside.

It wasn’t painful. In fact, it was surprisingly erotic having something pushed oh-so-slowly into her ass. Her pussy pulsed, and she sighed again. This was good. Better than good.

“More?” His voice hummed in her head, then vibrated down through her body, landing between her legs.

“Yes. More.” She fought to keep her upper body lifted off the floor, but her arms shook.

“Lean forward, love. I want you to be comfortable. Here, put this on the floor under you.” He handed her a pillow that had been knocked off the bed.

She did as he bid, feeling something soft brush against her boobs.

A firm hand pressed between her shoulder blades, forcing her chest down onto the pillow. Her ass was unmistakably up in the air…and exposed.

More pressure on her hole. Slight burning, and resistance. Then a tiny bit more fullness as the second bead slipped inside.

Her pussy muscles clenched, sending another wave of pleasure through her body. “Oh!”

A finger teased her clit from underneath, and her legs started trembling. Her mind became lost in a fog of feelings as new and exciting sensations pulsed out from her ass.

“More?”

Breathless now, climbing ever closer to another orgasm, hot from head to toe and reveling in the new experience he’d practically wrestled her into, she merely nodded her head.

“You’re as much a scientist as I am, aren’t you?” He pushed a third, then a fourth bead inside, and she bit back a shout of pleasure.

“We’ll experiment together. Think of the discoveries we’ll make.” Then he rimmed her pussy with his cock and plunged it inside.

There was no thinking. Only feeling. Her pussy was full. Her ass was full. And nerves in every part of her body jangled. His hands gripped her hips, his fingertips digging into her flesh as he drew back and buried his cock deep inside again. Colors exploded in her head as the sound of his breath, fast and hard, melded with the sound of hers. Her body barreled toward climax with every stroke, as he drove into her again and again. Her pussy, her ass, they clenched and unclenched. Her legs trembled, her insides twisted into tight knots.

“Oh, yes, baby. That’s it.”

And she exploded, crying out as the beads slipped one after another…pop, pop, pop…out of her ass. Every muscle in her body convulsed as the orgasm of her life shook her to the core. And then she heard his grunt as he found his own release. He pumped into her as she twitched and tingled.

And then they both dropped on the floor. Spent. Sated. Speechless.

He rolled off of her, and with eyes closed, she lay beside him, too weak to move.

“That was—” she fought for words to describe what she had felt, “—unbelievable.”

“It sure was.” He sighed. “But you know the most important rule of the scientific method, don’t you?”

“What rule is that?”

“Results cannot be trusted until they are repeated.”

“Oh.” Her pussy tingled, and she smiled. “I knew there was a reason why I liked chemistry.”

Chapter Five

 

Lukas stretched aching muscles that hadn’t seen action like last night’s in ages. He didn’t know how he’d ended up spending the last twelve hours, the best twelve hours of his life, making love to Allie Larson. Had John bribed her, or not? He knew one thing—now that he’d had her, he wouldn’t let her go.

He reached across the bed, anxious to feel the silk of her hair, to smell the sweet scent of her skin. But when his hand reached the other side of the bed, while not finding Allie, he jumped up and flattened the rumpled covers.

She was gone! Damn it!

He grabbed his robe off the closet door and went out into the living room, the kitchen. He even checked the bathroom. He was alone.

The phone rang and he jumped, diving at it before the fourth ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, buddy? How was your night?” John’s voice sounded from the phone.

Lukas slumped into a chair. “You oughtta know.”

“I have a notion. Listen. Are you sitting? I have something to tell you.”

“Let me guess. You paid all those women to flock around me, and Allie, too.”

“Naw. I didn’t pay anyone anything. That was all you, you lucky dawg. For once your clumsiness paid off.”

“I don’t follow.”

“After you left, everything went back to normal, and I began to wonder, so I retraced your steps back to the lab, and to the little accident you had…”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“It was Candy. You know what it resembles, right?”

“Yeah. A pheromone…for a moth. So?”

“Well, it attracts more than moths. I tried it, and damn if that stuff ain’t powerful!”

“No kidding?” He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Allie hadn’t been there by her own will after all. It had been chemistry, but not the kind he’d hoped for. Damn! “Well, thanks for the head’s up.”

“I saved the paper towels you used to sop it all up, wrapped them in a plastic bag. If you need some more—”

“No thanks. If I can’t attract a woman on my own, well then, I don’t need one.”

“Okay. But you don’t know what you’re missin’.” A woman giggled in the background, and then the sound of John muffling the phone scratched over the line. After a moment, John returned, sounding breathless. “Gotta go, you fuckin’ genius, you. Talk to you Monday.”

Click. Buzz.

Yeah. Fucking genius. Lukas stood and lumbered to the bathroom, showered and dressed. Periodically, he laughed sardonically. How could he be so stupid? Thinking Allie Larson, the woman he’d dreamed of for months, the woman whom every man at Case would pay a limb or two to fuck, would want to be with him?

Shit!

In the living room, he sat and put on his shoes. With nothing better to do, he might as well go into work, run another batch of the diet compound, and destroy his research on Candy. That stuff was plain too powerful. If it landed in the wrong person’s hands, who knew what they might do with it.

But as he reached for the front doorknob, it twisted, turned by someone on the outside.

He stepped backward, his heart rate suddenly twice what it had been.

The door opened slowly, one inch, two inches, three…

Allie slipped inside, halting as soon as she saw him. Her eyes opened wide. “Oh! Hi! You were sleeping.” She lifted a brown paper bag. “I was hungry, so I walked up to the coffee shop.”

He soaked in her brilliant smile, the warmth feeling like the sun on a cold day. Then he noticed she was wearing his shirt. “Take that off!” He reached for a sleeve and tugged.

Obviously caught off guard and confused, she jumped backward. “What? What’s wrong?” She looked down at one arm then at the other.

“I spilled something on that last night.” He ripped it off her and took her by the shoulders leading her toward the shower. “You need to wash up. Right now.”

“Oh, okay.” She set the paper bag on the table as they passed it and went into the bathroom, closing herself inside.

Lukas leaned against the wall outside, listening to the running water, knowing her attraction to him was running down the drain. If only it could be real! Ironically, his wish for a drug that would make him irresistible to women had come true, and it had turned out to be a full-blown disaster. Now he knew how it felt to touch Allie, to feel her soft body under his, to hear her speak his name on a moan. It would be torture to resist reaching out to stroke her silky hair, to take her hand in his, to see that brilliant smile directed toward another man.

When she emerged, wrapped in a towel, her wet hair streaming down her back and tiny beads of water clinging to her shoulders, it took every ounce of his strength to keep his hands off of her. But with the last traces of Candy gone, he held absolutely no hope that she’d welcome his touch.

“How was your shower?” He stepped back, giving her space to walk toward the bedroom.

“It was fine, thanks.”

“I guess I’ll just go wait for you to dress, then. Out in the living room.” He turned and started down the hallway.

“Wouldn’t you rather come in here?”

He froze in place, one foot midair. “What?”

“Come on back here. I could use some help drying off.”

“No!” Couldn’t be.

“No?” She opened the bedroom door and, standing completely nude, lifted one hand to play with her wet hair. The towel lay discarded at her feet. A rivulet of water meandered down the center of her chest, between her breasts and over her stomach. Her pink nipples stood erect, just begging to be pinched. “Why not?”

“Because…because you need another shower,” he stammered, taking her by the shoulders and steering her back to the bathroom again. This time he personally ensured she made it into the shower, used hot water and lots of soap.

It killed him watching her hands work over her skin, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach…between her legs.

He practically drowned in his own drool.

No matter how long she washed, though, her playful smile didn’t change. She teased him, taunting him by touching herself, her gaze locked to his. “What’s wrong? Am I doing it wrong? Do you want to help?” She reached out, gripped his shirt collar in her hand and yanked. In he stumbled, clothing, shoes, and all.

That had to be it! There had to be more clinging to him. With some not-so-gentle help from Allie, he ripped his clothes off and scrubbed.

And she lathered her hands and fisted his cock.

His knees grew weak. His heart stopped. The world tipped sideways.

He wanted to know how. He wanted to know why. Yet, at the same time, he didn’t care. She was in the shower, stroking his cock until his veins were nearly jumping out of his skin, and she wanted to be there with him.

And did he ever want to be with her!

He scooped her up. Giggling, kissing his chest and shoulders, she reached her arms up, looping them around his neck. And when he dropped her onto the bed, she looked at him with such wanting, such hunger, his cock pulsed with need.

The corners of her lips lifted and she parted her legs. “I know you want me.”

No doubt about that!

“Come, fuck me like you did last night. Take me.” She slid a hand down her stomach to her pussy and parted her folds for him. “Do you see what you do to me?”

“How could I not. But…now?” They’d both washed, the compound should be gone. How could this be?

“Yes, now! Be the man you were last night, the one who knew what he wanted and took it.”

The words set his blood boiling. His cock aching to be inside her, he gripped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Then, parting her legs wide, he poised his cock, ready to plunge inside. “Are you sure?”

“Oh, yes! Take me.”

His heart pounded in his ears, his eyes blurred. He could have her. He wanted her. But his heart wouldn’t let him. Not when it wasn’t real. “No.” He stepped back and miserably watched her scramble to sit, confusion written over her face.

“Why? What is it? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, believe me, you did everything right.” He sat beside her and wrapped her in his discarded robe. He rested his hand on her knee and stared down. How would he explain? “This isn’t your fault. It’s hard to explain.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Her voice sounded small. Delicate.

Damn, he’d hurt her!

“No, that’s not it.” He dropped his face into his hands and rubbed. “It’s Candy.”

“Who?”

“Not who. What. Candy is the compound I told you about yesterday. The byproduct of the diet formula’s manufacturing process. It’s a lot like a pheromone, and I spilled some on myself yesterday, and women suddenly found me attractive, and I was such an idiot to think you were attracted to me…shit!” He slapped his thighs and glanced away. He couldn’t look at her, didn’t want to see her face, the pity, the anger, whatever he might see there. “I’ve wanted you to notice me for so long, wanted to believe you wanted to be with me.”

She wrapped her hand around his. “But I do.”

“It’s still here, Candy. We haven’t gotten it all. Maybe it’s in the bed. On the sheets.”

“I’m sorry, but…”

He heard her swallow, and he braced himself for a big, hearty guffaw at his expense.

“…you’re full of shit.”

What was she trying to say? He turned.

She thumped her chest with her hand. “These feelings don’t come from a bottle, from some chemical mishap. I care about you. I want to make you happy. I want to enjoy night after night with you, just like last night. And…I felt that way long before the party last night.”

“You have?” His heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t mean it…could she?

“You bet I have! Couldn’t you tell? Didn’t you see it? How I’ve stared at you, watched you. All that damn chemical did was get things started, like a catalyst. You did the rest. You’re the master chemist, and believe me, you know how to create some heavy-duty explosions. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you go now. I’m hooked.” She slid the robe off then stood in front of him. “This chemistry is the good kind. One hundred percent natural.” She rested one hand on each of his shoulders, and with no warning shoved him backward on the bed, spread her legs, straddling his hips, and teased the head of his cock with her sweet pussy juices. Then she dropped, impaling herself with his rod.

He gasped as her slick walls encased him, and when she lifted herself off, leaving his sensitized dick just barely inside her, he gritted his teeth. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her tits and stomach, her flushed face. He reached up and pinched a nipple, and she bit her lip then slammed down again, her tits bouncing, her ass making a delicious slapping noise. It was all he could do to stop himself from coming.

“Tell me how you think this could be anything but real,” she challenged, breathless as she rode him.

He fought to answer, but his throat was closed, his whole body wound tight as he careened toward climax.

“Tell me how a chemical could make me want you this much. Could make me care about you this much. Could make me dream about you.” She bounced up and down on him, her face red now, alternating between sliding her mound up and down his length and grinding against his pelvis, taking his cock deep.

He felt her pussy juices coating him, warm and smooth. He smelled her arousal and licked his lips. He closed his eyes and reveled in the sound of flesh striking flesh. Her pussy widened slightly then pulsed around him as she climaxed. She gasped and screamed out his name, and catching her hips in his hands, he held her high above him, rocking his hips to pump into her.

Oh, damn! This was going to be a good one! He felt his come shoot up his cock and halt for a heartbeat at the tip, and then he exploded, filling her. He pumped in a frenzy, driving out every ounce of tension and come, every doubt and fear, until he was spent, content…and cocksure.

She wanted him.

He wanted her.

It was one hundred percent pure natural chemistry. The kind that lasted a lifetime.

 

The End