Not because he was done — just paused, his cock seated fully in Sugar who shook and whimpered against the console at the interruption, her walls clenching around him in the helpless protest of a body that had been at the edge and has just had its momentum cut.
He looked at Nano.
She pulled the hoodie off.
The laboratory light was not kind about this.
Forty-three screens at full brightness, catching every detail.
Petite. The word that described her frame entirely — small-boned, compact, the body of a woman who had been described as delicate by everyone who had met her and had found ways to make all of them regret the assumption.
Thick in the places that mattered.
Her thighs. Her hips, curving outward from her narrow waist in a ratio that the oversized hoodie had been successfully concealing. Her breasts, small and perfectly round, the nipples hard from the cool laboratory air, pointing at him with the directness of nipples that have been handled and are still at attention.
