Free Playing With Seduction by Erika Wilde Page B

grill a few miles from her studio after they’d finished work for the day.
    He’d offered to pick her up at home, but she wasn’t quite ready for that next step. Him knowing where she lived made things more intimate, and she wasn’t ready to deal with that awkward should I invite him in for coffee or not scenario when he dropped her off at the end of the date.
    As a chiropractor who worked in an office setting, he wore a nice dress shirt and tie and slacks. His sandy-blond hair was cut short, his jaw clean shaven even though it was after six in the evening. He was well put together, successful, and he acted like a gentleman. They could carry on an intelligent conversation about world events, though he always seemed uncomfortable when she talked about her boudoir photography. She knew what she did for a living was unusual, and figured he just needed to wrap his mind around the fact that she took pictures of women in lingerie and men in their briefs.
    Like Jase in his briefs, then nothing at all .
    She almost groaned at the inappropriate thought that popped into her head, but then again, since her night with him the previous weekend, she’d found it difficult to stop thinking about him. And fantasizing about him. And remembering all the hot, dirty, erotic things he’d done to her. Those sexy, provocative images were forever branded in her mind, a reminder of what she’d walked away from and given up.
    It had been the right thing to do, for the both of them. And she’d been telling herself that excuse every day since.
    Yet she couldn’t help but think how ironic it was that she’d gone ten years with bland, vanilla sex, another two long years without sex, then finally had the absolute best and most orgasmic sex of her life when she’d finally given up on ever experiencing that kind of passion. And now she was at a point in her life when it was more important for her to find a man who’d be a good husband and father, and not a man who could rock her world, make her deepest, most forbidden fantasies a reality, and use his tongue in ways she’d never imagined but had absolutely loved.
    As if she could feel that wicked tongue of his sliding between her thighs, she shivered and squirmed in her chair.
    Grant set the wine list down on the table and looked over at her again, concern in his gaze. “Are you cold? Do you want me to go get my sports jacket from my car?”
    Her date was so attentive and thoughtful, while her mind had been back at The Players Club with another man. Dammit, she really needed to stop thinking about Jase. “No, I’m fine,” she said to Grant and smiled.
    Their waiter came by, and Grant ordered their drinks—the Zinfandel for him and a lemon drop martini for her.
    “What can I get the two of you for dinner tonight?” the young man asked.
    Both men were looking at her—polite and considerate, ladies first—so Kendall placed her order. “I’ll have the pasta carbonara.”
    “Are you sure you don’t want to get one of the grilled seafood entrees?” Grant asked seriously. “It’s a much healthier choice.”
    Kendall blinked at him. She hadn’t seen that coming. She knew Grant was health conscious and liked to run, including marathons. Yes, she hated running, but she did yoga three times a week and watched what she ate for the most part. But when she had a meal out, which wasn’t all that often since she was single, she liked to indulge.
    She gave him a decisive look. “No, I’ll take the pasta.”
    He finally glanced back at the waiter. “I’ll have the grilled shrimp and steamed vegetables.”
    Once the young man left, Grant braced his arms on the table and raised a disapproving brow her way. “You know you’re going to have to spend an extra half hour on the treadmill to burn off all those excess carbs, right?”
    Kendall resisted the urge to laugh but knew Grant wasn’t kidding. “I don’t have a treadmill.”
    “That’s not a problem,” he said, and flashed her a pleased