Free Seven Day Seduction by Emma Shortt

his
arms.
    “No?” he whispered against her mouth.
    “Yes,” she whispered back.
    It was the word he’d been waiting for. Jude
moved his fingers from her pussy and lifted her hand, her left
hand. He ran the fingers that had just pumped an orgasm from her
along her skin. She watched his movements, a dazed sort of look in
her eyes, and yet they both knew exactly what he was going to
do.
    The ring slipped off with only the slightest
of pulls, and Jude felt satisfaction flood every part of him. He
opened her hand, so that her palm was facing him, and dropped the
ring into it.
    She did not say a word, but she didn’t need
to.
    Jude had never felt so…relieved? Was that
the word, the emotion? Whatever it was it filled every part of him,
and when he bent to kiss her once more it felt like everything had
changed.
    “You’re mine now, Louise,” he said against
her lips. “Do you understand that?”
    She wrapped one arm around his neck, scooted
to the very edge of the chair, and reached down to palm his
throbbing length. “Yes,” she said. “I understand perfectly.”
    ***
    Louise’s hands were shaking so badly as she
poured herself a glass of wine that she almost missed the glass.
William was due any minute and she still had no idea how she was
going to deal with the situation.
    She lifted the glass and took a healthy
swallow, and then another one. Dutch courage, she thought, and
frowned to herself.
    She’d never been very good at
confrontations, preferring instead to take the easy path. She knew
it was a bit of a character flaw in her, but it was simply the way
she dealt with things. Maybe it was why she had acquiesced to
William’s wishes so easily, why she was like putty in Jude’s
hands.
    She closed her eyes and let out a groan as
she replayed the moment his fingers had touched her pussy. Even
with the fabric of her pants separating them it had been amazing.
Like nothing she had ever felt before. Louise might not have slept
with her fiancé yet, but she wasn’t a virgin. There had been a few
boyfriends in her early twenties and she’d found sex with them to
be okay, even enjoyable, but Jude…
    She took another swig of
wine. He made her come with just his fingers and his mouth, and
though she’d wanted to do the same for him, he’d stilled her hand.
Insisting that he would wait until he could have her properly,
be inside her. The
idea of exactly how that was likely to feel made Louise painfully
wet. How explosive would it be?
    It seemed like she was going to find
out.
    Louise shivered as she made her way into her
living area, and sat down on her couch. Her engagement ring was on
the table in front of her, back in the little box it had came in.
She planned to give it back to William the moment he arrived. To
explain to him why she could no longer go ahead with the
wedding.
    He was going to be so hurt, and she felt
like such a bitch, and yet Louise knew there was no way around it.
Even if Jude wasn’t chasing her, even if there was no possibility
of anything happening between them, the last few days had changed
everything.
    Like it or not, Jude was right. She would
not be feeling this way about another man if she was truly in love
with William.
    The doorbell sounded. Louise’s heart leapt
into her chest. She stood up on shaky legs, and made her way into
the hall. Deep breath, she told herself, and then pulled the door
open.
    William was dressed in his usual shirt and
pants. He looked smart and endearing…but nothing like Jude. Though
it was so wrong of her Louise couldn’t help but compare the two of
them in her mind—something that she seemed able to do now, maybe
because the decision was made?
    Where William was smart and tailored, Jude
was all rough edges and masculinity. She still had his sweater, it
was in her bedroom, under her pillow, and pathetic though it might
be, Louise had held it in her arms as she fell asleep last night.
It smelled of him, all musk and testosterone.
    She’d never once thought