Free Guilty Pleasure by Jane O'Reilly Page B

see the other man open his pants and tilt her hips. A flare of heat makes my clit throb.
    I don’t know what to think, how to react, what to do. This is Cal Bailey’s house, although I haven’t seen any sign of him, and clearly Ethan knows things about Cal Bailey that I don’t. ‘Have you been here before?’ I ask, as he leads me out of that room and towards the back of the house and whatever lies that way.
    ‘A couple of times,’ Ethan says.
    ‘And have you…did you…’
    ‘A couple of times.’
    I can’t seem to move when he says that. I mean, I knew he had history. The man is hardly a virgin, nor would I want him to be, but I don’t want to be just another woman he’s brought here. ‘Oh,’ I say.
    There’s a door on the left, and Ethan pulls me through it, pulls me into what looks like an office. There’s a good-sized desk with a Mac on it, shelves of books and files and trinkets, framed prints of artistically shot nudes, which I guess makes it Cal Bailey’s office, given what I now know about him. Ethan pushes the door closed, leaving me nowhere to go. ‘Is that a problem?’ he asks, hands on my shoulders as he searches my face.
    ‘No,’ I say. I try to laugh. ‘Of course not.’
    ‘If it is,’ he says, ‘I need you to tell me.’
    ‘Why would it be a problem?’ I ask him. I move away, pretend to examine one of the photos on the wall.
    ‘Because if you told me you’d fucked other guys here, it would be a problem for me,’ he says. His voice sounds rough, not quite as certain as it usually does.
    I turn around, surprised. ‘It would?’
    ‘Of course it would,’ he says. He moves closer, his hands moving as if he’s going to touch me, but at the last minute, he doesn’t.
    ‘Do you want it to be a problem for me?’ Now I’m the one moving closer. I touch his face, and he closes his eyes, but he doesn’t move away.
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Well, it is,’ I tell him. ‘I can’t stand the thought of you fucking anyone else. I know it’s completely irrational, but I can’t help it. And do you know what else?’
    He opens his eyes, fixes me with that water-blue gaze. ‘Tell me,’ he says.
    I slide a hand down over the front of his shirt, find the delicious bulge at his groin. I’m hot and horny from what I saw in the other room, from the photographs on the wall, from simply being near Ethan. And suddenly I know that I don’t just want more. I want a
lot
more. ‘It makes me horny as hell.’ He swallows, and a flush hits his cheeks as I continue to stroke him through the fabric of his trousers. ‘What do you want from me?’ I ask him, leaning closer.
    ‘Everything,’ he says.

Chapter Nine
    A wonderful sense of pleasure floods me, but I have to be certain. I have to know. ‘What are you saying?’ We’re here, and that’s bad enough, but Cal hasn’t seen us yet. There’s still a chance that we could leave before he catches us, that this weekend could be just that. A weekend. A couple of days when two horny workmates shagged each other blind before forgetting all about it.
    ‘I’m saying….I’m saying I think there’s something here, Tasha. Something between us. I’ve never felt like this before. Hell, I was married and I didn’t feel like this.’
    ‘It’s the same for me,’ I confess. ‘You’re not like anyone else I ever met, Ethan.’ Neither of us mentions the L word, but it’s there, lingering, sweetening the air between us.
    ‘So what do you want to do?’
    So many options. So many possibilities. I turn my head, look around the room. I gesture to the door. ‘I’m not sure I’m ready to….you know.’
    ‘Fuck like a porn star in full view of everyone else.’
    ‘Yes,’ I shake my head at the ease with which he says that. ‘That.’
    He reaches for the door handle. ‘How about we just open this a little, and see what happens?’
    Open the door.
And in the end, it’s as simple as that. ‘We could do that.’
    He looks at me for a long moment, and then