Free Sweet Obsession: Windy City Kink, Book 1 by Kelly Jamieson Page B

nice. It’ll cost more than that.”
    It might. Most of her jobs weren’t even close to that much.
    But that would cover all her debts.
    “I haven’t even done anything yet,” she said quietly. “I haven’t given you any design concepts. You don’t even know if you’ll like what I come up with.”
    Their eyes met. The air between them shimmered. “I will,” he said firmly.
    Unspoken questions backed up in her brain. This was not how her business deals usually went down. And she was fairly sure this wasn’t how he did business either, handing out money to a near stranger for absolutely nothing. She could take that check and disappear.
    “We need contracts in writing,” she whispered, her gaze still snared by his intense, dark one. Her body tightened and her pussy squeezed.
    “It’s okay. I don’t need that. Are you done eating? We can go outside so you can take your pictures or whatever it is you need to do.”
    She nodded. “Yes. I’m done.” She hadn’t finished all her fries, but there was no way she could eat any more just then. Except, then he said the magic words.
    “Oh wait. I forgot about dessert.”
    Her sweet sensors went on alert. “Dessert?”
    He gave her a lazy, knowing grin. God, did he remember everything about her? From how she liked her coffee, to her favorite cookies and hot dogs, to her sweet tooth, he was kind of…scaring her. And melting her. “Yeah. Cake.”
    “What kind of cake?” She almost held her breath. If he said chocolate, she might have to punch him…did he remember everything ?
    “Piña colada.”
    A small moan escaped her. And it wasn’t just at the cake. It was because, yes, he apparently did remember everything, including her love of pineapple and coconut. “Oh.”
    He rose and carried their plates over to the counter, then pulled the covered container from the refrigerator. He set it on the counter and removed the lid, then cut pieces with a large knife and laid them onto plates. He added forks and returned, carrying the dessert.
    She looked down at the moist cake piled with luscious whipped cream, bits of pineapple and coconut. Even though her insides had tightened up and left no more room for her meal, she thought she could probably eat the cake.
    “Is that too big a piece?” he asked, sitting again. And once again, his leg brushed hers as he shifted closer to the table.
    She swallowed. “It’s too small,” she joked.
    “Yeah, that’s what Eric’s last girlfriend said.”
    She was so befuddled about what was going on, it took a second for his words to penetrate the fog in her brain, and then her head snapped up to look at him. “What…oh!” And she couldn’t help it, she fell back in her chair, laughing. “Oh my God, Jack.”
    He laughed too and picked up some cake with his fork. “That’s what I heard,” he said with a shrug and a glint in his eye. “It’s not true?”
    “I wouldn’t know!”
    Their eyes met with that small jolt of heat, that energy sizzling back and forth between them, amusement joining them together in a way that went deeper than just the physical connection that—she sighed—was still there, much as she hated to admit it.
    “Thank fuck,” he muttered.
    She stared at him.
    “Eat your cake,” he ordered gently. “Then we’ll go outside.”
    She nodded and obediently dug her fork into the treat. It was so good. She was still addled but finished her cake and set the fork down. “That was amazing.” She patted her stomach. “I might need a nap now.”
    His eyes darkened. “That could be arranged.”
    In a bed with Jack. Images assaulted her, more memories. Rolling around naked, sheets twisted around their bodies, his hands all over her. How incredibly hot it had been having sex with him. Maybe because he’d been her first, and she’d been so horny and hot for him, but nothing had ever, ever compared to being with him. Heat washed down through her and her lips parted involuntarily.
    “Fuck, don’t look at me