Free Perfect Chemistry by Jodi Redford

you’re familiar with it?”
    Her mouth dropped open. “Are you kidding me? The Holy O was my longest lasting relationship up until it croaked two months ago. I just haven’t gotten around to replacing it since it’s so darn expensive.”
    “I’ll have Quinn send you a new one. He still owes me for blowing up my computer back in college.”
    “Err, do I even want to know how that happened?”
    “Probably not. Besides, you didn’t finish telling us about your fantasy.” Dev ghosted his fingers along Sidney’s hip. “You mentioned being strapped to the table. Does bondage excite you?”
    Leo could feel every cell in his being straining toward her in anticipation of her answer. Her body provided a host of physical clues. Rapid acceleration of her breathing. Pupil dilation. Tightened nipples. But he needed to hear the actual words. Anything short of that was an assumption that he refused to hang his hat on.
    “Yes.” Sidney took a shaky breath. “It excites me. A lot. I’ve never been completely under someone’s control like that though.”
    “Do you want to be?” The question slipped from Leo before he could corral it.
    She was quiet for a moment. “I think I’d like to try it. At least once.”
    He leaned forward and caressed her cheek. “Then we’ll put that on the list. We don’t have to do anything too hardcore, if that’s too much for you. But I have plenty of accessories—as Dev likes to call them—that should give us plenty of options within your comfort level.”
    She released a fluttery exhale. “I’m having another fantasy right now, aren’t I? None of this is actually happening.”
    “If so, then I’m suspended in that fantasy right along with you. And so is Dev.” Smiling, he brushed his lips over hers. The sweet taste of her was an instant aphrodisiac to his senses. Groaning, he tunneled his fingers through her hair and pulled her on his lap so that she straddled him. He slowed his kisses to a lush, lazy exploration, learning every nook and cranny of her mouth while his hands charted a similar path along her torso. He cupped her breasts, his caresses gentle at first until her restlessness encouraged him to employ a rougher approach. Firming his grip, he pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefingers, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her breath hitch in her throat. She melted into him, her body soft and yielding beneath his touch.
    Hungry to see more of the shivery need playing across her face, he broke their kiss and skimmed his hands underneath her camisole, pushing the garment above her breasts. The rosy invitation of her nipples beckoned him. Ducking his head, he swirled his tongue over one peaked crest before sucking the distended nub into his mouth and laving it with his tongue. She squirmed and gasped, her fingers gripping tight to the back of his head. Her desperate grinding against his fly was both a tease and a torment to his senses.
    He needed to taste her everywhere. Right fucking now. Growling low in his throat, he hoisted her up into his arms and reversed their positions so that she was sprawled on the couch and he knelt between her legs. Freeing the snap on her shorts, he tugged the waistband over her hips, hooking the elastic of her panties at the same time. He tossed both articles of clothing aside and spread her thighs wide apart. Her pussy was completely smooth except for a tiny landing strip. All the better for her to feel every flick and swirl of his tongue when he ate her.  Which was precisely what he planned to do in one hot second, once he got the initial round of the Xtacy experiment put into motion.
    It was a damn miracle he even remembered what they were supposed to be doing here. The sight of her soft pink folds sheened with wetness was enough to send all other rational thought on a permanent vacation. He fetched the envelope from the coffee table and fished out the vial. Given Sidney’s response to the elixir in the lab, small