Free The Sweetest Dare by Leigh Ellwood Page B

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    “Why are you so jittery?” Sidney brushed against Kit and thrust forward. Tiny thimbles and top hats pressed against the crotch of her jeans and for a moment intensified the vibration. Having Sidney so close usually turned Kit’s pussy wet, but at this moment her anxiety heightened.
    “You’re all stiff. This is supposed to be turning you on.” Sidney searched her face. “You know I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize your work, right?”
    “I know.” Kit’s voice trembled, either from the vibe or fear. Maybe a bit of both.
    “I figured after working a few weeks, I’d get the gist of the customer flow. It’s slowed to nothing around this time the past several days. I thought we’d liven it up,” Sidney frowned, “but you look like you’d rather be somewhere else.”
    “What? No. I don’t ever think that.” Her voice lowered. “You don’t know what I’ve been thinking all day, what I want to do later.”
    “You can talk in a normal voice, Kit. Nobody is listening.” Sidney turned cold and pulled away.
    “Sid—” Her apologies went unsaid as Tish called for her from the kitchen.
    She cursed under her breath. “We’re not done here, I promise. What do you think the range is on that thing?” she asked. She opened the swinging door and crossed the threshold into the kitchen.
    “The package didn’t say.”
    Kit couldn’t mistake the mischief in her tone. She said nothing and loped deeper into the workspace. The vibe still hummed over her panties all the way into the large walk-in closet Tish had converted into the office.
    “Get the door, please? I wanted to ask what you thought about Sidney, how you think she’d doing? She’s caught on quick with the routine here, and the customers seem to like her.” Tish sat at her desk and shifted around paperwork as she talked. Kit noticed her filing system, rather lack of one, took up the majority of space in the cramped area. Tish’s laptop sat piled on a stack of cookbooks on the desk, the browser window opened to an eye-crossing spreadsheet.
    Kit shrugged. “She’s great. I definitely like her better than Gloria. She’s more suited to the job.” She wasn’t just saying that because they were fucking. Making love. Dating. Whatever either wanted to call their relationship—they had yet to approach such a discussion.
    “Yeah, but what I want to know is how long do you think she’ll hang around?” Tish’s voice turned soft and serious. Kit saw the concern on her employer’s face and took the chair facing the desk. Thankfully the vibrator’s buzz proved quiet enough not to attract attention, yet when Kit sat it shifted the point of contact. The sensation quickened closer to her clitoral hood and she twitched. The thought of crossing her legs to further conceal the device passed, with Kit assuming she’d come right there.
    Damn. The vibe worked through wooden doors? Who the hell devised this thing, NASA?
    “Well, she’s said she wants to make chocolates. I imagine she’d stay if she knew there was a chance she would end up in the kitchen,” Kit said. “Personally, I love working back here with you. I’ve wanted that for a long time.”
    “You’re not getting replaced, Kit. You’re not Gloria, and I think the world of you.” Tish smiled. “At this rate, I just might move Sidney over with us and hire somebody else to work the register. We have so many leads on catering… Are you all right?”
    Kit had held her breath. She probably looked like a beet with eyebrows to her boss. The clit stimulator hit its mark so well, and Kit swore it leveled up a notch. “I’m good,” she squeaked.
    “You look like you’re either going to have a heart attack or climax. I hope it’s the latter, since it’s easier to recover from that.”
    “Can you hold that thought for a second?” Tish’s expression turned bewildered as Kit launched from the chair and streaked through the kitchen.
    In the retail area she passed Annalise, who leaned