Free Spice by Seressia Glass Page A

the camera, for the people who depended on her for their bread and butter. Another set of pills so she could sleep deeply and then start the cycle all over again. She’d slipped into a spiraling whirlpool, an undertow of chemical abuse she couldn’t break free of until it was nearly too late.
    Like it had been too late for some.
    She couldn’t let that happen again. She could do this. Have sex with Kane, enjoy herself, and make damn sure she didn’t go so far that she lost herself in the process.
    Blowing away her negative ruminations with a cleansing breath, Nadia dumped the soiled linens in the laundry room then headed for the master bath. In the shower, she closed her eyes as the steaming water sluiced down her body. By herself, alone with her thoughts, she gave in to the wonder of the last twenty-four hours. “Kaname,” she whispered, enjoying the way each syllable felt in her mouth.
Kane
was a strong name, perfect for dealing with the college, teaching students, consulting with law enforcement.
Kaname
 . . . that was a name to be said on a breathy moan just before you were rocketed up into orgasmic pleasure.
    She lathered her bath sponge with a jasmine-vanilla-scented soap then ran it over her heated body, lingering on her breasts. Hunger that couldn’t be satisfied with food welled up inside her. She wanted him. Wanted his hands cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. His mouth gliding over her body, heightening her senses. His tongue circling her clit as his fingers pumped inside her folds. His possession taking her higher and higher until she came when he ordered her to.
    â€œGood grief,” she breathed, pulling her hand away from her needy pussy. Just thinking about the man made her thoughts turn to sex and her body prime itself for orgasm. Her hand slid down her body again, and again she pulled it away. She could hold out for a little while until Kane arrived. Besides, she remembered with a thrill, she’d promised her orgasms to him. The reward would be all the more delicious for waiting. And she’d make sure he knew just how much of a good girl she’d been.
    Her phone rang as she got out of the shower. Her stomach did a little flip of excitement as she saw Kane’s name on the screen. Wrapping a towel around herself, she grabbed the phone. “Kane.”
    â€œNadia.” Even through the phone, the low and husky timbre of his voice skated over her senses, making her shiver. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. Do you realize how inconvenient it is to lecture while sporting an erection?”
    Since she knew just how impressive an erection it was, she could guess how inconvenient it was. She leaned against the counter, her breath coming fast. “Am I supposed to apologize for that? I came close to burning several dozen cupcakes after I got your flowers and card.”
    â€œGood.”
    â€œGood? How is that good?”
    â€œIt means that I’m not alone in this, whatever this is. That it’s as satisfying for you as it is for me. That you want more of what I can give you.”
    â€œKaname,” she breathed, wondering if she had any defenses that could withstand this man.
    He released a harsh breath. “I like the way you say my name, sweet Nadia. I want to hear you say it just like that when I’m inside you later.”
    Her nipples pearled. “So you don’t think last night was just a fluke? Or the result of martinis and vibrators?”
    He chuckled. “There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” he asked, his voice husky with intent. “Are you ready for me, Nadia?”
    â€œAlmost. I just got out of the shower, so I’m only in a towel right now.”
    â€œAre you?” His voice dropped lower. “Tell me, you didn’t take care of yourself while you were in the shower, did you?”
    â€œI wanted to, but I didn’t,” she confessed. “How did you