The Research Project

Chapter Sixteen

Lainey sat on her lounge with her laptop balancing atop her knees, writing more in the last few hours than she had in the past week. Her writer's block was well and truly gone and it definitely had a lot to do with Byron. Okay, everything to do with Byron. He got her juices flowing in more ways than one. But part of her was concerned about that. Maybe she was investing too much in this man. What if the only reason she could write again was because she needed him so much? What would happen if he decided not to assist her with her research anymore?

Lainey actually didn't want to think about that. She liked having Byron as her muse. She was getting excited just thinking about him right now, his big cock filling her, his lips all over her. She stared into space a moment before her fingers worked the laptop keys again, needing to channel this sexual energy into her work. Her mind filled with different scenarios, things she wanted to try with Byron this weekend while they were away at his holiday house. Oh God, she had to stop thinking about Byron and his amazing tongue, his amazing cock, his amazing body.

She had never had this much material in her whole, albeit short, writing career. James had never inspired this much sex in her books. She remembered the time she had asked him to try oral sex on her. He'd lasted all of two minutes before he gave up and Lainey had been glad in the end, it was like a puppy dog licking his bowl clean. He'd really had no idea what to do with her. Not like Byron. Who knew there were so many different ways to growl a woman out?

Suddenly her inbox pinged at her. She clicked on the little icon and an email from Suzanne opened up on her screen. This was the other driving force behind her sudden recovery from her writer's block. It seemed a pushy agent also did wonders for her writing. Lainey read the email.

Bronte/Lainey,

I think we need to set up more regular meeting times. It's too hard for me to discuss the many things I need to discuss with you via email. Let me know what suits. We can meet at my favourite restaurant- Quay, my shout.

S

Lainey chewed her lip, contemplating the email. When would be a good time? She was always so busy between her full time job and her writing. Maybe she could ask Byron for some time off. He told her he was warming to the idea of her writing after all, surely he wouldn't mind. Lainey also thought things might be getting to the point where she needed to tell her mother about her secret passion, especially now that she'd bought a fancy new car. It made Lainey very nervous. She just wanted to stay in her little bubble. Why couldn't she be left alone to write in peace? Why did everyone want to know who she was? She was about to type a response to Suzanne when suddenly the buzzer on her apartment door sounded and she jumped. She raced over to the intercom. Immediately she thought it was James since she had just been thinking about him and because he was the only person in recent history who ever came to her apartment. Or... Byron. But, no way.

"Hello," she said into the intercom.

"Lainey, it's Byron, let me up."

It was him. She let him up straight away then opened her apartment door. He was up the stairs in seconds but her heart was tripping the whole time she waited for him.

"Hi," he said, walking straight into her apartment. Aiden and Luke were directly behind him and Lainey's heart sank at the sight of them.

"I thought you would be in Brisbane," she said, looking back to him.

"I leave in the morning. You were seen on CCTV talking with Finley this afternoon?"

"Yes, why, did I do something wrong?"