Free Spice by Seressia Glass

French, the Kama Shastra Society’s translation, and a later, more accurate English translation. He was looking forward to trying out all the positions with Nadia, discovering her favorites. Discovering her.
    He’d pushed a bit when he’d ordered that she be ready for him, but he’d sensed she’d be receptive, especially given the way she’d responded to his demands the night before. That
yes, sir
text she’d sent in response had made him rock hard and desperate to be inside her. Need burned through him, and all he could think about was getting to her as soon as possible. If she thought the night before was good, he’d make sure round two was even better.

SIX

    T he end of the day couldn’t come fast enough as far as Nadia was concerned. She zipped through her prep work for the next morning, waved good-bye to Siobhan and the rest of the staff, then gathered her flowers before heading for the door. Anticipation zipped through her as she stepped out into the bright but chilly late afternoon sunlight before quickly making her way up to the building’s residential entrance.
    Humming, feeling like dancing, she entered her two-story condo, flushing as she caught sight of her couch. Remembering how Kane had bent her over the back caused a spark of need to flare deep inside her. God, the man was good. So good that she hadn’t thought twice when they’d made their way to her bedroom and he had her ride him to an explosive finish. She’d actually passed out for a while, only to awaken to a mouth on her breast and his fingers skillfully stroking her clit.
    That third time, with Kane rising above her and dominating her with stroke after masterful stroke, had shown her that he was capable of being everything she could want in a lover. More than that, she thought there was a chance he could be everything she needed.
    Her mind whirled as she placed the bouquet in a spot of honor on the granite bar, then set the main floor to rights. That Kane could read her so well should have unnerved her, but she couldn’t decide if it bothered her or not. Maybe he was just good at what he did; he was a professor of human sexuality and psychology after all. He’d made a successful career out of studying people and their attitudes toward sex and sexual exploration. Given their mini-flirt at the café and their verbal foreplay at the restaurant, she realized Kane had probably systematically formulated a plan of ultimate seduction and enacted the steps needed to achieve his desired result. And that result was her spread beneath him.
    That sounded so clinical, but Kane was anything but, she thought as she made her way upstairs to strip and redress the bed. There had been nothing clinical about the heat in his dark gaze or the way he’d touched her. Calculating, maybe. But so what? She’d been calculating too from the moment she’d handed him the remote control for her vibrator. She’d tested him and he’d turned the tables on her to orgasmic results. She’d wanted an expert and that was exactly what she’d gotten.
    Their time together had been smoking hot. The man himself was a closeted sex god masquerading as a geeky professor. That part didn’t bother her, Nadia reminded herself as she dumped the soiled linens in the laundry room then headed for the master bath. Calculating or not, the sex was incredible. And she’d get to experience it again very, very soon.
    Desire hummed in her veins. That was the part that bothered her. One night, just one night of very, extremely, powerfully hot sex, and all she could think about was the moment she’d get to have it again. She craved the sensations, the pleasure, the release, craved it so much it was like a hunger.
    She’d experienced cravings like that before. Needing pills to get her going in the morning. Pills to numb the pain so she could get through a grueling day of cooking, filming, partying, being on for