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MOUTHFUL OF SIN
A FORBIDDEN ROMANCE
S.E. LAW
S.C. ADAMS
Copyright © 2022 by S.E. Law and S.C. Adams
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CONTENTS
About This Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Sneak Peek: Playing With Fire
About S.E. Law
About S.C. Adams
ABOUT THIS BOOK
Addy: I work as a technician at a sperm bank, and one day, a gorgeous guy strolls in through the door. Caleb Select’s huge, with broad shoulders, piercing blue eyes, and a package so enormous that it wraps around his waist. Okay, breathe breathe. Stay professional, Addy. But while he’s doing his thing, the FIRE ALARM GOES OFF! We have to evacuate now!
Except Caleb doesn’t come out, so I go to investigate …
Sure enough, there’s a lot of hard pounding and moaning noises coming from his room …
And OMG, but Mr. Select pulls me in with him!
Soon, fire alarms are going off for a totally different reason, and it has nothing to do with petri dishes or collection samples. Instead, I’m getting a mouthful of sin … creamy and brimming with filthy goodness!
* * *
This book is a follow up to Weekend of Sin. In it, Addy goes crazy at her new job at Valley Cryobank. She’s there to welcome male customers, but one particular client wants to see if she swallows or spits, and let’s just say this girl is a champion at swallowing (even though it's technically against the rules). Get ready for some hot filth because you’ll be sticky and sweet all over by the time this story is over! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.
1
Addy
* * *
I sit in my spinning chair at the front desk at Valley Cryo, slowly rotating to the left, and then to the right. Technically, this chair is supposed to stay in one of the back offices, but it’s super slow at work right now, and my bud Freya and I sometimes gossip and chat when we’re technically supposed to be “on shift.”
Freya and I are the same age, which is why we’ve bonded. Well, it’s not just that. It’s also because we love gossiping about hot guys, and let’s be honest—as a sperm donation clinic, Valley Cryo sees its share of good-looking men pass through the doors. But right now, it’s crickets.
“Wednesdays are always so boring,” Freya sighs. “Why aren’t there more sexy donors on Wednesdays? What is it about Hump Day?”
I laugh. “I don’t know, but yeah, Fridays are our best days. It’s my favorite day to come in because you know what’s going on in those back rooms.”
Freya giggles, her brown curls bouncing.
“Oh, mine too,” Freya says with a huge grin. “I look forward to Fridays for the exact same reason, girl. It’s just so naughty!”
Of course, we shouldn’t be talking like this because we’re at work, for crying out loud. Yet, girls will be girls right? Plus, this job is infinitely better than my old one at an optometry shop.
“Yeah, I’m so glad I left Four Eyes to work here. Seriously, Valley Cryo is like ten times better.”
Freya pretend-pouts.
“Hey, guys in glasses are hot, too.”
“Yeah, but not every customer was a guy, and you have to remember—optometrists service everyone, including seventy year old dudes with canes. At least sperm donors have to be young, right?”
Freya giggles. “And male too, so it’s better for that reason.”
At that moment, the door jingles and a nerdy looking young dude with thick black hipster glasses walks in. I shoot my buddy a sideways glance because hipster guys are definitely up Freya’s alley. Sure enough, she’s going a bit pink in the cheeks and chirps, “Can I help you?”
Soon enough, she’s getting him checked in as I sit by, idly playing with a rubber band at the desk. It’s actually my responsibility as a tech to escort the donors to one of the private rooms to collect specimens. But our other co-worker, Beth, pops out from the back at exactly the right minute and says she can do it.
Sweet. I lean back into the chair and sigh gloriously while stretching my arms to make my back crack.
“You get away with not working all the time and it’s unreal,” Freya muses, turning back to me after Beth and the new donor disappear.
I shrug. “I do my job, but someone beat me to it this time.”
She nods.
“That’s true. Hmmm, I wonder if he’s going to ask Beth out instead of me,” she frowns. “Dang, that would suck.”
I roll my eyes.
“You know we’re not supposed to be hitting on clients.”
My buddy nods.
“Yes, but they can hit on us,” she says in an arch tone. “That’s not against the rules.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, you’re right.” With that, we begin chatting desultorily again, just enjoying each other’s company. A few more guys walk in but it’s kind of a non-event. They’re good-looking enough because Valley Cryo would never approve someone vile, but they’re not my type. I like tall, dark, handsome, and most of all, manly. By contrast, these guys are boys with acne and hoodies, so it’s not my thing.
Another lull comes, and I lean back in my designated chair while Freya files her nails.
“Do you think these guys eat well, knowing that they’re about to donate? Like lots of fruits and vegetables?” she asks in an idle tone.
I think for a moment.
“Probably not?” I reply. “I mean, no one’s going to taste it, and that’s why you’d eat healthy beforehand.”
She giggles, eyes dancing.
“OMG, we’re so bad. But you know what? I wouldn’t mind a taste of those specimens,” she whispers. “I mean that guy with the Euphoria hoodie who just came in was H-O-T!”
“Freya!” I squeal, slapping the desk. “You can’t say things like that, and besides, Euphoria is about kids in high school. What are you even doing, watching a show like that?”
She shrugs and smiles.
“I’m just saying, your girl is in a dry spell, and I wouldn’t mind seeing what goes on behind closed doors. I could help them out. Besides, Euphoria is must-see TV, girl,” she says in a low voice. “OMG, Jacob Elordi is so handsome and Zendaya deserves every acting award on Earth.”
I pin her with a look.
“Jacob Elordi is probably a thirty-five year old actor pretending to be a high school boy.”
Freya just sniffs.
“It’s called acting, girlfriend, acting. Hey, you know all the actors on Beverly Hills 90210 were middle-aged people too.”
I squeal.
“You watch that show? Isn’t it from the 90’s?”
Freya just grins.
“It’s the beauty of Netflix. Everything’s on demand these days. Including sperm samples.”
We erupt in a fit of giggles because my friend’s right. These days you just place an order, and it’s delivered straight to your door. Of course, babies aren’t exactly delivered like that, but still, working a
t Valley Cryo has given us incredible insight into human nature because you’d be surprised at how some hopeful parents behave. It’s not only that they want to choose the eye color or height of their baby – they’d also like to choose their baby’s IQ, its personality, and sense of humor too. It’s totally bonkers, I tell you, and I try not to get involved in the fertility side of Valley Cryo’s business. Collecting sperm specimens is enough for me, thank you very much.
After our giggles subside a bit, I glance up at the old clock on the wall and yawn. “I’m going on lunch soon. Do you want me to pick something up for you?”
Freya shakes her head. “I brought myself a sandwich and chips to eat on break today. Look at me, being a real adult and packing brown bag lunches.”
I laugh. “You’re doing better than me because I’m definitely hitting up that new green vegan place. Not that I’m vegan,” I say quickly. “I just want to try it because it’s new.”
Frey shakes her head.
“I couldn’t afford it. I don’t get why vegan shops are so expensive when they don’t serve meat, but who knows? Maybe it’s the price of quinoa.”
“I don’t know either, but it’s worth a try. Besides, your girl has gotta eat otherwise I’ll be starving like a hungry hellcat.”
We start giggling again because we both like to devour food, to tell the truth. Freya and I have similar builds, with big boobs, big behinds, and narrow waists. They call it the Kim Kardashian hourglass, but I’m packing more than that. I’ve got serious junk in the trunk and that’s how I like it.
After devouring a healthy lunch consisting of an avocado sandwich, a side of hummus with chips, and a Green Goddess smoothie, I’m back at reception.
“Was it good?” Freya asks, looking at my green shake askance. I make a face.
“Not really,” I sigh. “I just want a Chick-Fil-A burger now.”
She giggles, and the two of us start gossiping about who knows what all over again when the bell over the door dingles. I glance up reflexively, expecting it to be another nerd, but my heart stops because our new client is gorgeous. He’s got dark hair, blue eyes, and the chiseled features of a movie star. Not only that, but he’s tall and broad, with a physique that speaks to hours in the gym. I go hot, and then cold, suddenly unable to speak. Fortunately, Freya’s there to save me.
“Good afternoon!” she pipes in a far-too-cheery voice. “Welcome to Valley Cryo. Do you have an appointment with us today?”
The handsome man growls.
“Yes, Caleb Select for a 1:30 appointment. I know I’m a little early.”
“Early is good!” Freya says, going over the top with her perkiness. “We have some forms for you to fill out.”
But when she makes to pass him a clipboard, he holds up his hands up and grins, flashing a bright white smile. “Actually, I already did all that online.”
Freya beams because her favorite thing is when clients come in fully papered up. Seriously, it makes her day.
“Well, isn’t that just wonderful. You’re ahead of the game, Mr. Select. Just take a seat, and we’ll be right with you.”
The handsome man nods, and sits in one of the comfortable arm chairs in the waiting room. Meanwhile, Freya shoots me a meaningful look.
“H-O-T,” she mouths wordlessly.
I nod back, eyes wide. She gestures with her hands, which means, do you want to show him to his room? OMG, do I? Do I look okay? With a self-conscious shake of my head, I take a deep breath and paste a smile on my face. Then I get up from where I’ve been semi-hidden behind some file folders and approach the handsome man.
“Hi Mr. Select, I’m Addy,” I say in a friendly yet professional tone. “This is your first time with us, right?”
He stands, and my insides go hot because this man towers over me. I’m just average at five foot five, and he has to be at least six three. I shiver a bit with awareness, but manage to maintain a neutral smile on my face.
“Yes,” he growls. “And please call me Caleb because no one calls me Mr. Select. I’m looking forward to today.”
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Hmm, so he’s looking forward to making a sperm donation? There are a million replies to that quip, but instead, I merely smile.
“Great! I’ll be taking good care of you today.”
Somehow, that came out a little weird, but quickly, I spin on my heel so I can’t see what Caleb Select has to say. “Follow me, please,” I call over my shoulder before proceeding down a hall to the left. I can hear his footsteps behind me, and my insides tingle a bit. Goodness, he’s so hot that my nipples are hardening beneath my loose pink scrubs. But I have to stay professional because Caleb’s here to make a deposit into a test tube, and not somewhere else … right?
2
Addy
* * *
Practically delirious, I bring Caleb back to exam room 3, which was recently retrofitted. It’s got the newest TV and the most comfortable La-Z-Boy recliner, so it basically counts as state of the art. Plus, next to the ginormous chair is a rack of magazines, fully stocked with all the best laddie mags that our clients might want to flip through while they “get in the mood.” I glance quickly at the rags. Okay, they look in decent shape because sometimes our clients lose their aim and the pages can get sticky and crinkled from you-know-what. It sounds gross, but honestly, it’s just part of the deal.
But most importantly, there’s a small table which holds the specimen cup that Caleb will use to collect his sample. It’s already labeled with his name and client ID number because I made sure to set everything up just so. It’s part of why Valley Cryo has stayed in business for so long. We’re one of the best at keeping our shit organized because god knows some of the other sperm banks out there have lost specimens, mislabeled them, or they just plain vanished into thin air. No wonder our industry gets a bad rap sometimes.
But right now, I’m a beacon of positivity.
“So let me know if you need anything, Mr. Select. I hope you find it comfortable enough in here, and if it’s too hot or cold, you can control the temp with the thermostat on the wall. Your clothes go here, and also, the lube, paper towels, and even latex gloves are in the drawer on the left side of the console.”
Caleb nods thoughtfully.
“Very thorough, thanks.”
Smiling like nothing’s weird, I grab the remote that controls the TV and flick on the big screen.
“We also have access to all the best channels,” I say, my voice sounding a little like a tour guide. “If you’re interested in video, you can get to most porn sites using this remote. Just use these arrows to move up and down, and of course, the volume can be controlled as well.”
Caleb grins. “That’s good to know. For some reason, I thought you’d want me to use headphones.”
I shake my head.
“No, it’s okay. The walls are insulated here at Valley Cryo, so make all the noise you want.”
He grins before taking the remote from me and randomly browsing a bit.
“I see you have all the free channels,” he remarks. “There’s PornHub, YouPorn and Taboo Hotties. Very nice.”
I blush even though I shouldn’t be embarrassed. This is all part of my job, after all.
“Do you have access to some of the premium channels?” Caleb inquires, those blue eyes fixed on the screen.
I smile professionally, even as my heart races.
“Yes, in fact we do. We have paid subscriptions to Bang Brothers, Penthouse Letters, as well as Xtreme Anal.”
One black brow goes flying off his forehead.
“Xtreme Anal? Really?”
I shrug.
“I’m not sure how they selected the paid streaming services around here, but yes, that’s one of your choices.”
He nods, impressed.
“Wow, that’s one of the better ones. But let me ask: does Valley Cryo also subscribe to gay and LGBTQ channels? It makes sense after all, right? There could be gay men who are donors.”
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sp; I shake my head slowly.
“Unfortunately, we don’t have any gay donors. As a licensed sperm bank, we comply with FDA regulations regarding tissue donations, so tissue donors are ineligible if they are male and have had sex with another man in the previous five years. It rules out so many men that we don’t bank gay donors as a result.”
Caleb looks thoughtful.
“Wow. Who would have guessed?”
I nod in agreement.
“It’s just one of those things that likely hasn’t caught up with the times, but yes. Every sperm bank has to comply with that particular rule, so no gay porn channels unfortunately.”
Caleb nods.
“I guess that’s fair. How did we get on that subject anyways?”
I smile sweetly while batting my lashes just a tiny bit.
“Why, I believe you asked, Mr. Select.”
He chuckles, the rumble filling the small room.
“I guess I did, didn’t I?”
With that, I take my leave with one more brilliant smile.
“Here’s your specimen cup, Mr. Select. You’ll use it to collect the sample and after you’re finished, just leave it on the counter here. Our tech will come by to collect it.”
He looks at me.
“Would that be you?”
I smile sweetly.
“Most likely, yes.”
He nods
“Well, how will I let you know when I’m done?”
I point to a call button that’s just inside the doorframe. “I’m one step ahead of you. Just hit this button, and it’ll alert the techs that you’re ready.”
He nods.