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“Christ, Bria. You are so tight. You are every fantasy I could never have imagined, come to life,” I whisper as I slowly glide to my hilt and back again. Bria shudders with pleasure, her knuckles bleaching as she grips the edge of the desk. “I can’t guarantee I won’t fuck you six ways to Sunday every chance I get on this trip.”

“I’m counting on it, Kaplan.”

Her words spur me into a steady cadence of smooth thrusts. I know the excitement of that possibility, and what I could do with her is going to keep me with my dick in my hand for the next few weeks. But right now I’m entranced by the sight before me, her dress pushed up to her waist, those delicate but strong hands holding onto the sharp edge of the wood, the blush on her ass cheeks, the bounce of the toy with every pulse of my hips. I keep the rhythm as steady as music, a slow, almost imperceptible build. A crescendo of pleasure that’s nearing its peak with every stroke.

Bria’s muscles grow tense and a sheen of sweat starts to film her skin, and I know she’s as close as I am to coming undone. So I slow my rhythm and I grab hold of the toy, working it out and back in just an inch or two. And then I turn on the vibration.

“Fucking Christ,” she hisses, the sound almost enraged as she lets go of the desk with one hand to fold it into a tight fist. For a moment I worry she’s going to deck me with it, but she just curls it tighter and bites her lip.

“Too much?” I whisper, stilling the motion of both my hand and my cock.

God no. I told you I could take what you had to give, Kaplan. I didn’t tap, so you do not stop,” Bria orders, shooting me a glare over her shoulder. I give her a wicked smile, one I know will bring my dimple into view. She shifts her fury to where it rests in my cheek.

“As you wish, Ms. Brooks.” And then I pick up the pace without holding back. I thrust into Bria’s tight channel. I work the toy clenched in her ass, its vibration blanketing my cock with pleasure. I circle her clit with the pads of my fingers. And then I feel her sheath grip my erection and I watch as she starts to come apart. My own release comes like a current up my spine, my balls tightening before the cum races through my cock and fills Bria in pulses that threaten to buckle my legs and send me to my knees. It feels like it will never stop, like I’ll just keep coming until I die from an exploding heart.

When our orgasms do finally subside, I switch off the toy and then wait for a long moment as we both recover our breath. I stroke Bria’s skin and watch as her breathing returns to a more normal rhythm. But I don’t talk to her. I just observe. For some reason, I just know she needs to come down in her own time, in her own way. And so I give her that time.

When she’s ready, I pull out, searing the sight into my brain of her swollen pussy dripping my cum and the black toy still lodged to the hilt in her ass. I stare at it for a moment longer than is probably necessary, but I swear it’s one of the greatest things I’ve ever seen, so when I pull the toy out I do it slowly, just to savor the view. I pull my pants and briefs back up and then I clean her with a soft terry cloth from my drawer, making sure every drop of lube and our arousal is wiped free of her skin before I lift her from the desk and right her on her steady feet.

“I enjoyed seeing you on your knees for me more this time than I did the last,” Bria whispers as she takes her phone from the bookshelf and turns it off at a break in my monologue.

“Me too,” I say.

“Have a seat.”

Somehow, it seems completely natural that Bria would order me around in my office so assuredly, and that I would do exactly as she requests. I sit, putting the toy and lube away before double-checking that my drawer is locked. Bria drifts toward the door and unlocks the latch on the handle, listening for movement on the other side before she opens it wide enough that anyone can see the both of us if they walk by. When she sits, it’s with that same rigid posture as before. But as the sound of voices grow louder from down the hall, Bria shifts just a little, shimmying ever so slightly in her seat before she gives me a wink as if to say our little secret.

And then, like nothing at all has happened, Bria launches into a discussion about ritualizing behaviors in digital cult settings.

I nearly die.

My brain is still caught on the image of my milky white cum dripping from her pussy and Bria’s already ten steps ahead, covering both our asses with a prim and proper academic discussion. Dr. Strom and the head of the department, Dr. Takahashi, stroll by, and Takahashi pokes his head in briefly to remind me about a departmental meeting tomorrow morning. I nod and say something vaguely affirmative in a blur, and then Strom and Takahashi are gone. Bria resumes her monologue until their footsteps disappear around the corner and she cuts herself off.

“I should go,” Bria says as she stands, pulling her bag up with her. My heart plummets. Though I know I’d get nothing done with her here in my office, even if she were sitting as straight and silent as a blade, I still don’t want her to leave. “Thanks, Dr. Kaplan. That was fun. I’m looking forward to interviewing with you.”

“I…right…”

Bria pauses at the door and turns, her hair falling across her shoulder as she eyes me with a subtle, wicked smile. “Unscented lube next time,” she whispers. “People will wonder what’s up with the cherry smell, Dr. Kaplan.”

And then she’s gone, and all the energy is sucked out of the room, following her down the hall like the tail of a comet.

It’s only once she’s left that I realize. When she first went to the door before I cornered her, she’d left her bag by the chair.

She was going to lock it anyway.

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“He agreed,” I say, sitting in Dr. Fletcher’s office. “I don’t think he was particularly happy about it, but he came around.”

Fletcher doesn’t bother trying to control her grin. I know she’s pleased about this opportunity opening up for me, but the way her eyes spark with amusement only confirms that she knows I’ve fucked Kaplan. She probably thinks I’ve persuaded him with sex. She would be wrong. I obtained his approval before I had sex with him again. I just gave him a cookie for it, that’s all.

I shift a little in my chair to ignite the delicious soreness left behind by our encounter. Fine, I gave myself a cookie too.

“Did he provide dates yet? Any information?”

“No, but he said he’ll confirm shortly and he’ll send a list of anything I need to bring.”

A whisper of a smirk passes across Fletcher’s lips before she manages to subdue it. Yes, she definitely knows. “Excellent,” she says. “I’m sure you’ll need to sign some confidentiality documents and submit to a background check. Are you comfortable with that?”

Fuck no. “Yes.”

“Great. I’ve already reached out to Dr. Li. He said he’ll provide a comprehensive list of equipment used in his analyses so we can ensure continuity with your interviews. He should have this to us by the end of the day. We’ll set up some time for training with him so you can learn how to use the devices.”

I already know he used the BIOPAC EDA 1000C Electrodermal Activity Amplifier to measure stress and emotional excitement, and the Meditech MD9015 Multiparameter Patient Monitor for vitals, including ECG, respiration, and blood pressure. I bought them weeks ago so I could familiarize myself with the equipment. But I don’t have to tell Fletcher that. “Great, thank you.”

Dr. Fletcher leans back in her chair and regards me for a long moment with a gentle smile. “I’m glad this has worked out, Bria.”

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