I kiss her again and dip my tongue inside her mouth for a quick taste. “I could get drunk just from this kiss,” I whisper darkly. She lets out a small whimper, and the sound only encourages me, knowing she wants me. The tempo of her breathing changes as I deepen the kiss and caress my tongue with hers, pulling back out to roll it across her lips before sweeping in again. She’s so addicting, and I hear myself groan into her mouth. Her hands continue to slowly glide upward, caressing me over my shoulders and then back down over my biceps. She explores my body with sweet, tender touches; her fingertips graze over my nipples, and my dick twitches.
“Fuck yeah,” I moan as we fit together like puzzle pieces, our tongues masterfully stroking against one another as if we’re making love. We’re in perfect harmony, and as I feel my cock growing hard, I know I have to stop. God help me; I don’t want to. My fingers grasp her hair a little tighter as a frustrated growl escapes me because I know I can’t have her. I take one more heated pass over her tongue before breaking the kiss.
When I pull back, her eyes are at half-mast. She’s swaying in a dizzy, wanton lust, and I have to keep my hands on her waist to keep from taking what I want. Hell, even my own breathing has turned erratic.
I move my tongue between my cheek and gum, and her pill falls flat on my tongue. Sticking it out with the pill cradled in the center, I show her the evidence of her botched plan. She knows now that I’m on to her little game. She’s so busted, and her face begins to flush scarlet again.
I don’t even give her time to take her next breath to try and weasel her way out of this one with words. I crash my mouth over hers again, slipping my tongue in. She’s Forgot the entire reason why I’m kissing her again as she doesn’t hesitate to swirl her tongue around mine. If I don’t stop, I’m going to forget what it was I was trying to accomplish. I force myself to pull away slowly, scraping my tongue on her top front teeth to deposit the pill back in her mouth. Wrapping my arms around her waist, keeping her steady, I reach behind her to grab the bottle of water off the table and hand it to her. I raise my eyebrow expectantly while I watch her take a shaky sip of water and swallow the pill for good this time.
She peers up into my eyes and sheepishly asks, “Will you be giving me my medicine like this every day?”
I throw my head back and laugh. Spontaneous, boisterous laughter fills the quiet room and breaks the heated moment. Damn, this is the only girl I’ve ever known to be able to skirt around my stonewall exterior. I can’t get over her fighting spirit, quick wit, intellect, and not to mention her beauty. She grins back at me, biting her lip as her eyes light up with mischief.
Grinning from ear to ear, I playfully reply, “No, I won’t be giving you your meds like this. Consider this one on the house.” I reach up and run my forefinger down her cheek and turn a little serious. “What you need to be aware of, Julianna, is the fact that we will know if you aren’t taking your pills. There are different consequences for you disobeying.”
“How will you know if I don’t take it?” she asks on a baited breath.
My lips quirk up in a half-smile. “My, you are an inquisitive little thing, aren’t you?” I ask as I tuck a piece of stray hair behind her ear. I love touching this girl. “This facility, as you are already aware, is high-tech. We’ve installed what we call Intelligent Johns. They have biosensors in them, and they are spread throughout the facility here. When you use the restroom, the chip in your hand is read to distinguish who you are then the sensors analyze your urine for chemicals. It’s all computerized, and the information gets sent directly to the lab. We know everything about you at any time.”
She immediately pulls away from me, eyes wide and horror-stricken. Looking down at her hand, she asks on a whisper, “When...” she swallows hard, her hand trembling, “…when did you put a chip in my hand?”
I’m not going to let her have a breakdown—not on my watch, not again. I clasp both my hands over her cheeks and look at her with earnest sincerity. “Julianna, listen to me. I know you don’t truly understand what it means when I say I’ve got you, but I need you to have a little faith in that.” I tilt my head to one side, searching those wide, horrified blue eyes of hers, and try to ease her mind. “These chips are read-only memory. Really, that’s all they do, and they’re smaller than a grain of rice. You see me open doors with a wave of my hand, right? Do you think I’d have one in my own hand if they were trackers or did anything else?”