Free Lethal Exposure by Lori Wilde Page B

could walk in at any time. The thought had his balls drawing up tight against him.
    Julie disappeared into the next level of the barn.
    Sebastian made a beeline after her. His heart suddenly thumped so loudly he feared the noise of it would echo throughout the stables and alert the staff to the sexual shenanigans afoot.
    Once he was inside the hayloft, Sebastian had to pause and let his eyes adjust to the dimness. The only light came from the stairway they’d just tracked up and one small, narrow window at the top of the loft.
    He blinked. Where was Julie?
    After a couple of seconds, he spotted her. At the very back of the loft, lounging on a pile of hay, her fingers slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt, a wicked smile on her sweet face.
    Excitement twisting his gut, Sebastian said, “Julie, you’re so freakin’ hot.”
    Her smile widened and she lowered her eyelashes. “My name isn’t Julie. You may call me Lady Chatterley, stable boy.”
    All the blood left his brain, rushed headlong into his groin. He went to her and dropped to one knee. “Your wish is my command, mistress.”
    She undid the last button, allowing her blouse to fall open to reveal a lacy pink bra, then she picked up her riding crop and slapped it softly against her gloved palm.
    “Take off your pants,” she commanded. “And lie down.”
    His hand trembled with excitement. Her feminine scent teased his nostrils. Her challenge provoked him. His muscles tensed. Her seduction was almost more than he could stand.
    Their gazes struck, sparked.
    Sweat rolled down his neck.
    Julie’s pupils widened. She flicked out her tongue to moisten her lips.
    Was it his imagination or was she breathing as heavily as he?
    It didn’t matter where they were, or that they could be interrupted at any time. They could have been on the moon. They could have been in the middle of rush-hour traffic. He was aware of nothing except her.
    As reckless as it might be, he had to have her or go mad.
    Suddenly, he realized how little he knew about her, but it really didn’t matter. In fact, the mystery of her only escalated his need.
    He’d never felt a thrill quite like this. Not when he was grandstanding in front of the media. Not when he was boldly salvaging a client’s reputation. Not when he was speeding on the Pacific Coast Highway in his Ferrari.
    This was an adventure.
    The blood pumping hotly through his veins shoved him into action. He shucked his boots and pants and looked over at her.
    She cracked the whip.
    Goose bumps fled up his arms. On the level below them they could hear horses moving around in their stalls, bumping against their enclosures.
    His mind spun. What would she do next? Her audaciousness stirred him. What else did she have in her bag of tricks?
    The taste of his escalating desire spilled into his mouth, raw and peppery. He couldn’t stop looking at her. Her blue eyes shone with desire. Her long blond hair swung loose as she propped herself up on one elbow so she could look up at him.
    The wanton expression in her eyes slammed his libido into fifth gear. He dropped onto the floor beside her. Slowly she licked her lips, and then moved to straddle him.
    Hormones, blazing and powerful, shot to his groin. The circuitry of his brain fired, sending hungry electrical impulses to his nerves, his muscles, his every cell.
    Ah, Lady Chatterley tasted of peppermint and red-hot passion. She slipped her tongue between his teeth.
    He opened his mouth.
    Their tongues waltzed. First she was the instigator, stealing his breath, numbing his mind, but then he took over.
    He reached up to slide his hands up her waist to her breasts, pushing his fingers underneath her bra to lightly pinch her nipples until they beaded hard as pebbles.
    Lady Chatterley hissed in her breath. “Yesss.”
    He grinned, happy to have elicited such a response. He raised his head to draw one of those hot little nipples into his mouth. She tasted like heaven.
    Gently, he flipped her over onto