37| The spell is broken

I informed Dexter about everything when I got to the hospital I'm working. And he came few minutes after we hung up on the phone.

"What's up?" He planted a quick kiss on my lips.

I took him by the wrist and pull him with me to my office. "Did you have it with you?"

He shook his head vigorously. "I only manage to get three strands of his hair, sorry that's the easiest thing I could do."

"Same here too." I handed him a laboratory coat, bouffant cap, Thin, disposable, nitrile gloves and a KN95 respirator mask. "Here, put these on."

Without questions, he did as I commanded and followed my lead to the laboratory.

I already got everything set before now.

His fingers tapped constantly on the lab bench as he glance on his wristwatch from time to time. "Honey, when is it gonna be out? Like seriously, for how long? We've been waiting for the past three hours."

"Relax, it's gonna be out soon, okay? It's a one time process stuff, so just bear and be patient." I killed his impatient spirit with one kiss on his lips.

He returned it, grabbing the back of my head and pressing his lips so tight on mine. Our wet tongue slamming against each other as they intertwined.

"Mmm...." I moaned through the kiss. "You won't be crazy to fuck me in the lab, would you?" Our warm breath covering our faces as we pull away.

The next thing he did made my brows knit upwards.

"Scared that someone might walk in uninvited?" He scoffed and went to lock the door with the keys.

"Oh, Dexter....." I roll my eyes knowing we're about to travel to fantasy town in the next few minutes. "We're in the lab and cameras might be watching."

"Something I should I've done three hours ago while waiting for the goddamn thing to show up." He says, taking off whatever he was wearing starting from the lab coat and gloves. His eyes roaming around at all edges on the ceiling, "Oops, no cameras, pumpkin." He winked at me, unbuttoning my dress, "I'll just put in the cap and then we're done before this thing beep BING!"

I chuckled, seeing how funny he looks whenever he's so desperate to have it. "That was what you said last night but we ended up fucking till midnight."

"I already told you there are hidden sugars in your body. Doubt me again." He took his pants off his legs and tossed it to one side on the floor before picking me from my standing novation.

I squealed at the sudden move, dabbing my legs around his waist with one hand on his shoulder and the other wedging my weight on the bench while he settled in between my thighs.

Before I could say anything, he flew me to wonderland.

We were almost reaching climax when the machine beeped. Still covered in our sweats as we continued our rapid pace with our bodies slapping against each other, we ignored it. But when it beeped so many times, I patted his shoulder, still breathing heavily. "Baby, slow down, the result is ready."

"Just a minute, I'm almost coming." He groaned and I know he's close to release. So I didn't bother him too much, I tag along with the pace, enjoying my ecstasies as I moaned, digging my fingers into his skin.

Finally, we reached the peak. Collapsing on each other's bodies as we beg for air for what seem like hours. Our bodies are soaked in sweats as he pulls out of me.

Grabbing his black Calvin Klein boxer and blue denim pants from the ground while I picked up my black lacy underwear and white uniform trouser, he asked, still panting heavily. "What does it say?"

I finished dressing and went to check it out. My eyes bugged after what I saw. Dexter found me stunned and stiff like a concrete pole staring into the papers. He walked towards me, zipping up his pants.

"Holy sweet mother of Jesus Christ." He gasped after setting eyes on the report.

We looked at each other and said in unison, "The spell is broken."