Free Guilty Pleasures by Cathy Yardley Page B

worse than Circus.”
    She was chuckling in deep, hitching breaths now. “Can’t you see it? We could call the appetizers Foreplay or something.”
    He leaned next to her, and brushed her shoulder. Suddenly, a good deal of her tiredness fled in the face of a wave of desire that hit her like a slap. Apparently the better part of her restraint and a good deal of her common sense had already gone to sleep.
    Now, there was just wanting—and Nick.
    Nick smiled, oblivious to the change that had just occurred in Mari. “Hmm. Foreplay. Could work. We could offer oysters, artichoke hearts…potential aphrodisiac stuff like that. Have drinks like Spanish Fly and Blowjobs.” He chuckled to himself.
    She leaned forward, scooting her chair closer to his. “I could be on to something,” she purred. “You’d go from Foreplay to Main Intercourses.”
    Nick snickered, until he noticed how close she was. Then his laughter stopped, and his eyes glowed. She noticed the vein at the base of his neck pulsing as she stroked one of his legs with a barely-there touch of her fingertips.
    â€œWe’d need to come up with a variety of stuff,” she said, her voice coaxing. “You don’t want the same thing all the time.”
    â€œOf course not,” he said, his breathing a little ragged. “So…sexy main dishes.”
    â€œIntercourses,” she murmured, and he closed his eyes slightly as she reached his thigh, only brushing toward the juncture before moving back to his knees. She watched as he bunched his hands into fists.
    â€œAre you sure this is a good idea?” he said, his eyes golden and glowing.
    No, she wasn’t. More importantly, she didn’t care. She continued onward, implacably. “I was thinking of splitting it into a few sub menus… Quickies, for people who don’t have a lot of time, for example. Big Meat,” and now her hand started heading north again, eliciting a low groan from Nick. “For those who likethat sort of thing. Exotic and Spicy menus for people who want their intercourse different and… hot. ”
    He leaned back, and she traced the erection that was straining against the fly of his jeans. “And which are you?” he asked in a strangled whisper.
    â€œI think we can come up with the Quickie menu later,” she said, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging the zipper down slowly, a tooth at a time. “But the rest of them…the Spicy, the Exotic, the Big Meat… ” She smiled as she freed his cock from the restraints of denim and cotton, as Nick gripped the sides of the chair as if he would break the wood with his bare hands. “I think I’d like to try a little of each tonight. If you’re up to it.”
    He didn’t open his eyes, and he was breathing in slow, sharp panting breaths. “I think you can tell that I’m up to it.”
    She knelt down in between his legs, her lips brushing against his hardness. “Well then. I think I’ll start with a taste test.” With that, she took him into her mouth as he gasped and then let out a low moan.
    He tasted tangy, she noted as she brushed against his erection with her tongue, teasing the smooth skin of his head and lightly, very lightly, dragging her teeth down the delicate skin of his shaft. She relished the sound of him, the feel of his thigh muscles bunching as she dragged her nails down the denim of his jeans. He lifted his hips slightly off the chair as she increased suction, treating him like some new delicacy that she devoured with loving licks.
    Finally, he tugged her up. “I need to be insideyou,” he said. His eyes were an inferno of desire. “Now.”
    She stood up, almost laughing at the way he looked with his cock standing stiffly from his unzipped jeans and opened boxers. “Well, we’ve had the big meat,” she said, tongue firmly in cheek even as she felt a rush of wetness between her