Private Research: An Erotic Novella by Darby Sabrina

Author:Darby, Sabrina [Darby, Sabrina]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2013-10-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

I STAYED ANGRY with him for days, yet it didn’t change how much I desired his body. He was pushing me, as if he wanted something more from me that I didn’t understand, even as he gave nothing of himself. I watched him in the evenings, working on his computer on a series of seemingly endless calculations, while I worked on either the Harridan House research or on my dissertation, making sense of whatever information I’d gathered during the day. I focused on Anne Gracechurch’s place at the nexus of several different social circles, her correspondence with renowned thinkers of the day, how they affected or didn’t affect the subject matter of her stories. If only I could prove the James Mead connection beyond statistical doubt, then this whole thing would really leap to another level.

For four nights, I slept on the couch, making good use of the pull-out bed. Friday was poker night with his academic and financial friends who apparently weren’t that welcome in casinos either, and the first evening that wasn’t filled with tense silence as we both simmered with our own private emotions. But somehow having him gone was worse. He still wasn’t back when I fell asleep after midnight, barely managing to turn off the television, which I’d used to drown out the complete solitude.

When I woke abruptly, it was dark in the apartment, the only light the intermittent green glow of the power cord on my computer. But there was something different about the darkness. Then I caught his scent and his heat.

“Seb?”

The bed shifted, and I felt him stretch out next to me.

“Mina.” He said my name as a sigh, and as he reached for me, I also caught the faint scent of alcohol. His lips closed over mine and I tasted it, too, the single-malt whisky he preferred, the desperate desire in his kiss.

Or maybe that desperation was mine. I’d missed his touch, and now it seemed his hands were everywhere on my body. My own slid over him, over his naked chest, the boxer shorts that did little to keep his erection from burning me where he pressed against my thigh.

Not quite awake, not quite asleep, sex was a fever dream of sensation, and when he finally slid inside me, we both made little whimpering sounds as if we’d finally been allowed something denied so long.

I came, again and again, the climax fading into sleep where it seemed to keep going forever.

THERE WAS MUSIC playing. Loudly. Irritatingly.

Then my mind pulled together the notes, the familiarity, and I realized it was my phone ringing. I sat up, eyes squinting open, and reached for the cell where it rested on the side table. As I flipped it open, a groan and the creaking of the sofa bed made me look over my shoulder. At Sebastian, naked, pulling the covers over his head. So it hadn’t all been a dream.

“Ms. Cavallari?”

“Yes?” My voice was rough and too high, and I coughed, trying to wake myself up.

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