Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
His body reacted at once, of course. It was simple biology—he was an unmated male and she was an unmated female in need. His shaft throbbed in his trousers, aching for release.
Roark had the urge to take her in his arms and lay her on his desk. Then he would push up her skirt and tear away those fragile lace panties she wore before parting her pussy lips with his tongue. He could just imagine her moaning and thrashing, pulling his hair as she begged him to lick her harder…taste her deeper…
No! With an effort of will, Roark mastered himself and pushed the erotic image out of his mind. Taking a deep breath—which he immediately regretted, since it filled his senses with her hot fragrance—and keeping his face calm and blank, he spoke her name.
“Samantha,” he said. “Would you like to tell me what’s wrong?”
Nine
Sammi glared up at him, not bothering to try and hide her anger. She’d been fighting with the intense horniness caused by that damn ointment all day. In fact, she’d gone to the restroom and gotten herself off three times—and still it wouldn’t stop. She was beginning to feel half crazy and it was all Roark’s fault!
“You know damn well what’s wrong with me,” she snarled. “You know because you’re the one who caused it!”
“What?” Roark’s pale eyes widened in apparent surprise. “I’m sorry, Samantha, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, yes you do!” She rose on shaky legs and poked a finger at his broad chest. “You gave me that ointment! And ever since I used it I can’t stop…well, I’m a mess!” she finished, feeling her cheeks get hot.
“Ointment?” His eyebrows rose nearly to his hairline. “What does the pain ointment I gave you have to do with this…this, er, problem you’re having?”
“Your note said that it was for sensitive areas,” Sammi snapped. “So I used it and ever since I…I’m….like this!” She motioned to herself, as though he could see her internal conflict just by looking at her. Even now her pussy was so wet and hot she felt like she was going to go crazy with desire—no, not just desire. This wasn’t just something she wanted—it was sexual need.
A need that was driving her crazy!
“For sensitive areas?” Understanding dawned in his pale eyes. “Wait a moment—you were only supposed to use the ointment to ease the pain in the area where I punished you. Did you put it on other, er, body parts also?”
This time Sammi felt like her whole face was getting hot and red.
“The note said for sensitive areas,” she repeated stubbornly. “So I used it on sensitive areas.”
Roark frowned at her sternly.
“Which areas exactly, Samantha? Did you rub the ointment on the outer lips of your sex?”
“Not exactly…” Sammi shifted from foot to foot. God, how embarrassing! She was beginning to wish she hadn’t said anything at all. Better to live with the intense arousal than to admit it to her boss. What was he going to think of her if this all came out?
“Where, then?” Roark’s voice grew even more stern as he frowned down at her. “Tell me where you put it, Samantha. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
“I…I put it inside, all right?” she snapped, losing her temper again as anger overcame embarrassment.
His eyebrows rose.
“Inside your sex?”
Angrily, she nodded.
“And ever since I’m going crazy!”
“I imagine so,” Roar said dryly. “Considering that it has extract of bonding fruit in it.”
“What kind of fruit?” Sammi demanded. “What is it and what did it do to me? And where did you get it, anyway?”
Roark sighed.
“I made it myself, as part of my infertility research. And bonding fruit is used by the brides of Twin Kindred to allow them to bond with their chosen mates. It is also one of the strongest aphrodisiacs in the known universe.”
“What?” Sammi demanded. “But…then why did you give it to me?”
“I gave it to you to use on the place where I punished you,” Roark said sternly. “Not to rub into your pussy, Samantha.”
“I…well, I…” But she had no words to say—no excuse to give. After all, she couldn’t admit that the spanking he’d given her had made her hot and bothered and she’d needed to masturbate, could she? Not that she liked to be spanked, Sammi told herself quickly. But still…
“When used as a topical ointment, the bonding fruit extract causes a healing warmth,” Roark lectured. “However, if you apply it to sexual areas, you will get a sexual response.”
“All right, I can tell that much,” Sammi snapped. “Now how do I stop it? It’s driving me insane!”
Roark frowned.
“There are only two ways. You either have to have your mate—or an unmated male—lick the area where you applied the ointment until his saliva dissolves the compounds in the ointment…”