Private Research: An Erotic Novella

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Authors: Sabrina Darby
see my errant underwear on the floor at the foot of the bed.
    He didn’t consider me to be a stranger.
    Once, I wouldn’t have considered him one either. But that night had made me rethink everything I thought I knew. Made me realize I was crushing on a figment of my own imagination.
    I dropped my clothes and the towel on the bed and reached for my underwear. I supposed that after the night we had, we at least knew each other’s bodies better.
    He put clothes on as well, but these, a button-down shirt and jeans, were much more casual than those of the day before, more the way he would have dressed back at school.
    “Maybe I can give you a few pointers,” I found myself saying, despite everything, despite how bad an idea it was to do anything but leave. After all, to help, I’d need to know more about the club, about what he knew so far and what steps he’d taken. I could envision a half-hour conversation devolving into a several-hour one, the same way my quick shower had resulted in oral sex before breakfast.
    “No need.” He brushed it off with a devastating smile. “I’ll muddle through. Come, I’ll drive you back to your flat.”

 
    Chapter Four
    W E ENDED UP grabbing surprisingly good coffees downstairs at the coffee shop on the corner for the drive across town. It should have been awkward—we’d had a one-night stand, and I’d rejected his request for help—but it wasn’t. Instead, we talked about the city. He acted like the consummate tour guide, telling me about the streets we passed and the neighborhoods. Pointing out any historical sites. Which was nice because I hadn’t spent much time sightseeing, though I had promised myself a few days of fun activities at the end of the trip if I met my goals.
    It was almost as if that night in New Jersey had never happened. Like we were simply two people who had gravitated toward each other in the hallways, sat together on benches. And I wanted him again. Wanted to go back to his apartment and stay there indefinitely, as if the rest of the world and time didn’t exist. Except, I wasn’t that same overly romantic Anglophile, swept away by an appealing accent, a charming smile, and a few common interests.
    So instead, in the narrow private room that I’d rented in a three-bedroom flat of graduate students and postdocs, I placed my backpack on the floor and lay down on the bed, unzipped my jeans, and slid my hand down. After the previous night I should have been satisfied, but it was like I’d reawakened my appetite for sex. I knew I had work to do, but I wouldn’t be able to concentrate unless I burned off this extra tension. I ran my other hand over my body, then pushed up my shirt and moved my bra aside so that I could cup my bare breast the way he had. As my fingers stroked fast, in a rhythm I knew well, I thought of him filling my mouth, filling me, almost as if he could do both at once.
    I came fast and hard, bucking against the bed and moaning out loud, every bit of my body down to my toes tingling with the force of the orgasm. I pulled my hand from my crotch, yanked my shirt down, and flipped onto my side, staring at the wall.
    All right, then. Itch satisfied. Work time.
    A FTER CHANGING INTO fresh, comfortable clothing, opening my computer and the document copies I’d gathered the previous day and spreading everything out on the bed, I reached for my cell phone instead. I’d used it sparingly over the last four months as, even with an international plan and a local sim card, I couldn’t afford the pay-by-the-minute rates. Instead, my interactions with family and friends were primarily via e-mail, Internet calls, and IMs.
    But I needed to talk to someone.
    I dialed Sophie’s number, only realizing when she answered with a sleep-roughened voice, that I’d called her at 5 A.M. on Sunday morning, New York time.
    “Oh God. I’m sorry, Sophie. I’ll call back later.”
    “Mina? Is that you? What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing. I just forgot about the

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