Genetic Attraction by Tara Lain

more than I do.”
    “Well, little rock dweller, can I get you another glass of wine?”
    “Maybe in a minute; right now I need a rest room.”

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    “Actually, I noticed a pretty long line outside the one in the hall.” He made a discreet point skyward. “But we VIPs happen to know there"s a little-known bathroom up in Howard"s bedroom.”
    “Oh great.” She hopped off the stool, only feeling a little hit from the glass of chardonnay, and turned toward the stairs.
    He gestured to the upper floor. “Want a guide?”
    “No need. This house has a similar floor plan to mine. I"ll be back in a minute.”
    Up the carpeted stairs lined with old historical photos, the noise died down and the lights were dim. She sagged against the wall for a minute to catch her breath. Jesus, Kovak; just what she needed. And then there was Isaac. He was an attractive man, very attractive actually, and single, and her age, and appropriate.
    Under ordinary circumstances, she"d be interested.
    “Daydreaming about the new boyfriend?”
    Guilt made her face heat. Shit. Jake.
    “What are you doing here?” She turned and looked into his angry but still oh-so-beautiful face.
    “This is a faculty party. Last time I checked, I was a member of the faculty.”
    “You know what I mean. You haven"t been anywhere near this campus after five o"clock all week. Why the sudden social bent?”
    Six-foot-two of upset man loomed over her. “Not happy to see me, Em? Afraid I"ll cramp your style with Dr. Loverboy down there?”
    Okay, too much. Tears started running down her face. Shit, she was crying.
    “Stop it, Jake. There"s never anyone I want to see more than you.”
    He stared at her, torn it seemed between anger and some other softer emotion.
    His hand shot out, grabbed her behind the head, and pulled her into his arms. And there was that ravenous mouth. Consuming. For a moment, words like Kovak and Isaac and Dr. Winton flashed in her mind. Oh, but this was Jake. She opened her mouth and accepted all of that questing tongue. The frustration, anger, hurt, and Genetic Attraction

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    longing of the whole week flashed into passion, heat. Her body pressed against his, writhing on the huge erection that pressed into her abdomen. Oh God, somehow she had to get that where it belonged. She tried to climb him, thrusting her hips against his body, but the height difference was just too much. He pushed her back against the wall behind her, bent his knees, and came up with that rock-hard bulge pushing against her clit. Oh, shit, yes.
    Still thrusting, he pulled his mouth from hers and gasped, “We can"t stay here.
    Where can we go?”
    She grabbed his hand, slid herself out from under him on the wall, and led him into Howard"s bedroom two doors down the hall. There were some coats and purses on the bed, so guests might come in. She located the bathroom and pulled him into it. It was a smallish room—nothing like he was used to in Connecticut—just a shower stall, sink, and toilet with a cabinet above. Right now it looked like the Taj Mahal to her.
    He pulled her into a heated kiss again, thrusting that tongue deep like she loved. She sucked on his tongue, her hands pawing at his fly, trying to open it.
    Never breaking the kiss, he took over the effort. He opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down his fly. She slipped her hand in and wrapped her fingers around that beautiful cock. She started to kneel, but he pulled her back.
    “No,” he panted. “May not have much time. Want to fuck you.”
    He looked around at the sink, but seemed to decide against it. He pulled his trousers down around his knees and sat down on the toilet seat with his big, wet cock pointing up at the ceiling.
    Oh, wow . Mindless. The only goal in her universe was to mount and ride that big dick. Stripping off her thong, she straddled him and lowered herself to the one place on earth she wanted to be. Oh, sweet, sweet—
    His head fell back. Eyes tightly shut,