Free Living in Sin (Living In…) by Jackie Ashenden Page A

your genitalia, sweetheart. I did say this seduction wasn’t going to be about touching, remember?” He tilted his head. “Though of course, if you wanted to pay me, I wouldn’t say no.”
    She forced herself to laugh. “Shit, you should have told me that earlier. I would have brought some cash if I’d have known it would be that easy.”
    The atmosphere had changed again, not so chilly now but still hard-edged. And there was something dangerous and rough building between them. Something explosive. Like gas in a room, any spark could set it off.
    A strange combination of fear and exhilaration settled inside her, chasing away the cold. She made herself hold his gaze, trying to relax and appear as loose and lazy as he did. And failing probably.
    “Well,” he murmured. “I could always do you an I.O.U.”
    He was pushing her now and although she could tell herself she was blasé about it, that didn’t stop the little shiver of shock from chasing over her skin. Would he really? If she said yes, would he really come over and…
    She was suddenly hyperaware of the way she was sitting, with one leg over the arm of her chair. All he’d need to do was lift her other leg over the other arm and she’d be all splayed out, ready for him… A deep, hot ache pulsed between her legs. An ache she’d never been fully conscious of before. She’d always had an awareness of her body but only in terms of how it responded to dance. To the way it moved to music, performed under pressure. A perfectly poised machine that she’d lost control of the day she’d gotten sick.
    And now another uncontrollable feeling. Except this time it wasn’t bad. Oh no, not bad in any way.
    Lily swallowed, her mouth dry. His dark eyes glittered as he stared at her and she could see something hungry in them, that spark of heat she’d seen the week before. The one that had made her want to reach out and grab it.
    “Except,” she forced out. “You said no touching.”
    “Ah, that’s right, so I did.” One side of his mouth curved. “Are you afraid?”
    She wanted to move, wanted to shift into a less obvious position but her innate stubbornness wouldn’t let her. “No. Why would I be afraid?”
    “I don’t know, you tell me. I can see it in your eyes, though.”
    “Maybe it’s not fear. Maybe I’m just angry because you’re being a dickhead.”
    “Am I? You’re not going to get very far with this seduction, love, if you’re afraid of a little sex talk.” His smile deepened. “Or maybe it’s not sex talk you’re afraid of. Maybe you’re worried I’m going to come right over there, spread those long legs. Bury my face in that sweet little pussy of yours.”
    Another hot jolt. More intense this time. Heat flamed in her cheeks and even though she despised herself for it, she looked away, making a pretense of putting her tumbler down on the table beside her chair. “Maybe it’s not me who’s afraid,” she said, trying to keep her voice light. “Maybe you’re the one who’s worried I might come over there and suck your cock. Why else would you institute a no-touching rule?”
    Something fierce flashed over his face then, an emotion she didn’t recognize but saw nonetheless. It made her freeze in her chair. Had she got to him? Was it true? Was he really afraid of her doing that?
    He lifted his tumbler, drained it and placed it back on the table with a precise click. “I instituted that rule to discourage overenthusiastic virgins. And as much as the thought of a blowjob from an inexperienced girl such as yourself fills me with delight, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.” The fierce expression was gone now, as if it had never been. “Shall we get on with the seductive chess playing or do you have something else you want to do?” He glanced down at his watch. “You don’t have a lot of time left.”
    Prick. Why did he do that? Why did he make her feel all shivery and hot, like he might do something ? And then the next instant