The Research Project

Chapter Seven

Byron didn't usually spend his weekends reading. He made a point not to, apart from the Sunday paper. His whole life involved reading things, so weekends were all about surfing, going to art galleries, drinks with mates, sex; anything but reading. Yet here he was on this glorious winter weekend, rugged up under a blanket, coffee in his hand and book in the other. He'd turned into a nanna.

The worst part was, he was actually enjoying himself. The book he was reading was fascinating, eye opening even. Murray and Theo had been right, women's literature was riveting, but he'd never admit that to anyone. He was only doing it out of curiosity about one Ms. Lainey Ambrose, aka Bronte McAllister. He turned the page. He couldn't seem to stop himself.

She stuck the tip of her tongue out so that it connected with the head of his cock. She swirled her tongue over the eye, pressing it inside a little and tasting the bead of moisture that had formed there. He gasped and Poppy took him into her mouth fully, her lips forming a sheath over him. He grunted. She dragged her lips backward again and he groaned. She loved the sounds she was eliciting from him, it made her wet. She moved her hands behind his arse so that she could manoeuvre him around the way she wanted to. He was clenched so tightly together. She pushed against his cheeks so that his hips thrust forward, his cock sliding down her throat once more. He was deep and she gagged just a little. He pulled back but she ground her mouth back over him, making him grunt again.

He weaved his fingers through her long hair, massaging her scalp as she worked his cock. She sucked him harder, her lips now forming a tight ring around him and she moved faster, up and down and gliding easily over him. Poppy moved her hands around so that she could cup his balls.

"Oh fuck Poppy," he moaned. She moved faster, her lips now focusing on the angry looking tip of his cock while her other hand pumped him up and down.

"Poppy, I'm going to... uh." He didn't finish. He exploded inside her mouth instead, his hips thrusting helplessly as his come poured out of him, his white knuckled hands gripping onto the sheets. When he was done, she swallowed him and looked up at him again, his expression one of pure amazement, at least, that's what she thought it was in the dim light. He pulled her hand and tugged her up toward him again. A bit of his juice had dribbled out of her mouth and he used the pad of his thumb to wipe it off the side of her lip. Then he kissed her.

"Amazing," he whispered.

"Holy fuck," Byron said out loud as he slammed down the book. He wanted Lainey to suck his cock, just like that. He was rock hard. How did she have the power to do that with just the written word? Just wow, he thought. He placed his palm over his cock. He could ring Renee to help him out, but that would just prolong the inevitable. He was done with Renee, suddenly all he wanted was Lainey. Who would've thought mousy, little Lainey was actually Bronte McAllister, erotic romance writer with a dirty, dirty mind.

Byron was glad he hadn't fired her now. He'd made that decision about halfway through his conversation with her. Of course, he was a notorious hard arse so he had to keep up the pretence. But there was something about Lainey that pulled at him. He hadn't even realised it until she was standing in his office, looking all pathetic at having her true identity found out. The way she'd looked at him from beneath those big, black glasses, the way she'd pleaded for her job. There was a sense of desperation about her that had made him stop.

That and he realised for the first time how pretty she was. He'd never really looked at her before this. He'd downright ignored her, like he ignored most people he employed only dealing with the ones he had to. He wasn't deliberately being mean, he just believed in being efficient. Cutting out unnecessary conversations meant more productivity. He hadn't even known Lainey's name until a few weeks ago for that reason, now he discovered she had two. He wished he had gotten to know her before this. Maybe she'd be here sucking his cock right now instead of having to suffer this giant hard on. He swelled some more as the image of her sugary, pink lips sucking at him filled his mind.