Chapter 9 #2
“One more thing,” Dr. Barnes said, and I bit back a groan of frustration. “Your presentation for the department meeting next week—”
“Is nearly finished,” I lied smoothly, while Austin silently mouthed, “I’m going to fuck you on this counter when you hang up.”
I choked mid-sentence, coughing violently.
“Dr. Ellis, are you sure you’re all right?” Dr. Barnes peered at me suspiciously through the screen.
“Just swallowed wrong,” I gasped, my face burning. “Wrong pipe.”
“Perhaps you should drink some water,” she suggested, concern finally breaking through her professional demeanor.
“Great idea,” I said weakly, while Austin, still behind the camera, pantomimed exactly what he planned to do with his tongue later.
After what felt like an eternity of scientific discussion layered with silent sexual torture, Dr. Barnes finally ended the call. I slammed my laptop closed and whirled around to face Austin, who was leaning against the counter with a self-satisfied smirk.
“You,” I said, jabbing a finger at his bare chest, “are a menace to science and professionalism everywhere.”
“Me?” He widened his eyes in mock innocence. “I was just hydrating after my workout.”
“You were deliberately trying to make me lose my mind during an important call!” I snatched a dish towel off the counter and whipped it at him. “Do you have any idea how important Dr. Barnes is to my career?”
Suddenly his phone started ringing.
He glanced at the phone, hesitating. “It’s my agent. Might be important.”
I watched him stride across the room, admiring the play of muscles in his back as he snatched up his phone.
“Tom,” he answered curtly. “This better be important.”
“An endorsement with who?” he asked, his eyebrows rising. “That’s...unexpected.”
I moved to the refrigerator, suddenly aware of how hungry I was. Apparently, sexual frustration stimulated my appetite. As I rummaged for leftovers, I couldn’t help eavesdropping.
I pulled out a container, barely seeing what it was. My brain was too busy replaying the message he’d held up, the filthy scrawl that had short-circuited every neuron in my brain.
Oh, he wanted to play games?
Fine.
I shoved the fridge door closed and met Austin’s eyes across the room—his gaze already locked on me, dark and unreadable.
Then, without breaking eye contact, I slid out of my cardigan and let it drop to the floor.
The tank I wore underneath clung to my skin, cropped just enough to show the sliver of skin where my ribs dipped in.
I padded across the kitchen like I wasn’t plotting revenge, like I wasn’t fully aware of his eyes flicking toward me between every sentence.
Then, I opened the freezer, pulled out one of his precious protein popsicles, unwrapped it slowly, and dragged my tongue across the top—one long, deliberate lick.
His voice on the call wobbled.
I took a bite, moaning softly around it. Then licked my bottom lip clean.
Across the room, Austin’s posture turned to stone. His hand tightened around the phone. His gaze sharpened like he was about to tackle me—and not on the ice.
“Tomorrow?” he said, his voice rougher now. “That’s…short notice.”
I bent at the waist, as if I’d dropped something—definitely hadn’t—and stayed down just long enough for him to see the way my tank rode up my back. When I stood again, I caught him watching me in the reflection of the microwave door. Hungry. Dangerous.
He snapped his gaze back to the call.
“Yeah, I understand the opportunity. Email me the details.”
I turned around, leaning back against the counter with the popsicle held between two fingers, and took one last, slow lick just as he ended the call.
He stood there, jaw tight, breathing uneven. Eyes locked on me like I was a challenge he was desperate to accept.
I raised a brow, lips curved into a knowing smile. “Was that important?”
He unraveled before my eyes—not in panic, but in hunger. And this time, he didn’t hold back.
The next second, the popsicle was gone—torn gently but firmly from my fingers—and his mouth was on mine. Hard, hungry, possessive. I gasped, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss with a growl that vibrated through my chest.
My back hit the counter. His hands found my waist, then slid under my tank, dragging it upward like it offended him. I barely got my hands into his hair before it was gone—flung somewhere over my shoulder.
“That mouth’s gonna get you in trouble,” he murmured darkly. “And I’m not in the mood to let you off easy.”
“You started it,” I whispered, breathless.
“And I’m finishing it.”
His mouth moved to my neck, kissing, nipping, claiming. My head fell back as his hands traveled lower, gripping my thighs, lifting me effortlessly onto the counter.
Cold marble met my skin. His fingers hooked into my waistband. “You want to play games, Chaos?” he growled. “Fine. But you’re mine now.”
“Just us?” I managed, breath catching as his fingers skimmed the edge of my panties.
His gaze burned into mine. “No distractions. No calls. Just us,” he said, pushing the fabric aside and sliding his fingers slowly through my slick heat.
“And you. Falling apart for me.”
I whimpered. He smirked.
“Better hold on to the counter, Doc. Class is officially in session.”
I held onto the counter like he told me—bare thighs against the cool marble, heart pounding as Austin dropped to his knees.
To. His. Knees.
One large hand slid up my leg, fingers grazing the inside of my thigh with maddening restraint. The other pressed firmly against my lower back, keeping me right where he wanted me.
His mouth hovered just above my skin, his breath a tease.
“This what you wanted, Chaos?” he murmured, eyes dark and locked on mine. “Me on my knees for you?”
I couldn’t speak. Not when his mouth pressed against me through the thin fabric of my panties. He mouthed a slow kiss right over where I ached for him, and my hips jerked forward instinctively.
“Austin—”
He looked up, eyes dark and dangerous. “Say my name like that again and I’ll take my time.”
I swallowed hard. “Austin.”
He smirked. “Good. I hope you’re ready to take it.”
He hooked his fingers into my underwear and dragged them down slowly, kissing the inside of my thighs as he went. Then he spread my legs wider and leaned in—tongue flicking, teasing, then flattening with devastating precision.
My head fell back as a moan ripped from my throat.
He held my hips steady, his mouth relentless, his tongue drawing circles that sent shockwaves through my whole body. Every flick, every stroke, felt calculated. Clinical. Like he was studying the way I unraveled for him.
I dug my fingers into his hair and rocked against his mouth, shameless now, chasing the sharp edge he kept me hovering near.
“You’re unreal,” I gasped. “Oh my god—”
He hummed in agreement, the vibration nearly undoing me.
When he finally pulled back, his mouth glistened, his eyes heavy with heat. He stood, kissing me hard, letting me taste myself on his lips. Then he flipped me gently, pressing my chest to the counter.
His body lined up behind mine, cock dragging slow and deliberate along my entrance.
“You ready to let go for me?” he asked, voice low, rough against my ear.
I shivered, breath catching. “completely.”
His hands gripped my hips. His voice dropped lower. “Good. Because right now, you’re mine.”
He thrust into me in one smooth, devastating stroke—deep and slow and utterly consuming—like he wasn’t just claiming my body, but every thought in my head.
I moaned—loud, unfiltered—as he filled me completely. One hand gripped my hip. The other reached forward to toy with my clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with practiced intensity.
He didn’t hold back.
Every sound of skin against skin, every broken gasp, every yes, yes, yes from my lips—it all blended into the kind of chaos I never wanted to control.
He leaned over me, breath hot against my ear.
“Come for me, Kate.”
And I did—shattering around him, every muscle tightening as he followed with a sharp curse and a final thrust that left us both trembling.
We stayed there, breathless. Foreheads damp. Skin sticky. Hearts racing.
“You’re dangerous,” I murmured.
He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world. “You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”