Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

A ngela glanced at the man sprawled out like a masterpiece of erotic art in her observation chair. Even in the aftermath, he was the epitome of masculine allure—each muscle chiseled to perfection, his skin shining with the glow of exertion. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she considered the science behind the pleasure.

Her cheeks flushed with a heat that had little to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the arousal that hummed through her veins. She felt it, a warm pulsing echo that mirrored the data before her. It was one thing to craft devices that promised ecstasy, another entirely to witness their effects firsthand, to see the tremors they evoked, to hear the gasps they tore from a man's throat.

"Would you mind if I watched?" she asked.

"You want to watch me jerk off?"

"Purely for scientific purposes, of course," she quipped, trying to maintain a semblance of professionalism despite the charged atmosphere. Her fingers itched to jot down every nuance of the experience—how Holden's body had arched into the embrace of sensation, how the deep timbre of his moans had filled the room. "I want to determine if the erection lasts longer after the edging of the cock ring."

She watched as Holden turned her words over in his mind. And then finally, "I think there's a flaw in your theory."

Angela blinked.

"If I were using your device and then wanted to test my erection, I'd do it with a woman. Not my hand."

"Oh?"

"If you'd like to test that theory…"

"Me?"

"For science. Of course."

Angela chewed at her lip. This was a lab that examined pleasure. Her own supervisor had herself become a test subject with their boss. The co-CEO had also been a test subject in the lab next door. This wasn't irregular behavior.

"Strictly empirical research," she managed to say, though her voice was barely above a murmur.

"Absolutely. Wouldn't want to skew the results with any... unnecessary variables." Holden arched an eyebrow, the challenge clear in his gaze.

"That makes sense." Angela's pulse raced as she gave a curt nod, her decision made. She'd already breached professionalism's bounds. Why not leap and see where she landed?

She made a show of peeling away the delicate fabric of her panties, letting them fall to a whispered hush on the office floor. The act was clinical, almost teasingly so, but the heated gaze she found in Holden's eyes promised that their experiment would yield more than just data.

Climbing onto Holden's lap with a grace born from a sudden, unexpected arousal, Angela straddled him on the plush leather of the recliner. She watched, her breath caught in her throat, as Holden expertly rolled on a condom—a necessary control for their study. Then, with a nod that was both a question and a command, she guided him to her entrance.

As he entered her, a gasp escaped Angela’s lips. The sensation of being filled by Holden was unexpectedly intense. His size was a perfect counterpoint to her own body's welcoming embrace. His erection, impressively enduring thanks to the device she'd crafted, pressed deep inside her, eliciting a thrill that was far from academic.

He was still hard as a rock. Her logical mind ticked away, noting the firmness, the angle, the way her body responded, as if designed for this very moment.

"Now let's see how you hold up under... rigorous testing."

With a smirk, Holden began to move beneath her. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through Angela's body, toppling her from the precipice of control into a chasm of sensuous abandon. She marveled at the paradox of it all—the cold, hard science giving way to the heat of carnal rhythms.

Empirical evidence had never felt so good.

Angela set the pace initially, rising and falling atop Holden with a practiced rhythm that was as much a scientific procedure as it was an indulgence in primal urges. He was her test subject. Yet the way he looked at her—like she was the center of his universe—sent flutters through her stomach that were anything but scientific.

Her hips moved with increasing urgency, driven by the relentless pleasure that spiraled within her. The friction of their bodies merging was a sensuous song, composed of soft gasps and the rhythmic creaking of the recliner's leather.

As the heat coiled tighter in her belly, signaling the rush of an impending climax, Holden suddenly shifted, taking command with a strength that left no room for argument. His hands anchored on her waist, guiding her down as he thrust up into her with a fervor that shattered her composure. Angela's analytical mind short-circuited, overwhelmed by the cascade of orgasms that crashed over her like waves on a tempest-tossed shore.

"God, yes," she cried out, her voice raw with the onslaught of another orgasm that rippled through her. This time, Holden followed, his body tensing, his own release overtaking him in powerful surges that filled her with a sense of triumph both personally and professionally.

Angela lay ensnared in the tangle of Holden's limbs, each breath they took laced with the remnants of their fervid union. The lab had become an altar of passion, where moans and whispers had been the hymns and their bodies the offering. Her heart raced, not just from the exhilaration of their climax but from the realization that she had crossed a line in the most spectacular way imaginable.

Angela felt Holden's chest rise and fall under her cheek, the steady beat of his heart a comforting drum in the silence that enveloped them. His hands roamed her back in languorous caresses, as if he were memorizing every contour of her skin. In those touches, Angela discovered a tenderness she hadn't known him capable of, a gentleness that contradicted his on-screen persona.

They lingered in the haze of satisfaction, the warmth of their entwined forms a cocoon against the chill of the lab. Angela was acutely aware of how his muscles relaxed beneath her, the tension that had once defined him melting away into something soft and pliable. It was in this unguarded moment that Angela recognized a kindred spirit, someone else who knew what it meant to be seen but not known.

"Dr. Prescott?"

"Yes, Mr. Tighe?"

"Science aside, you can't tell me that was purely academic."

"Well, I kinda stopped taking notes after the second orgasm."

He chuckled. The feel of it made something in her chest tighten and then loosen. But what he said next had her heart skipping a beat.

"I wouldn't object to repeating the experiment again."