Free Seduction by Various Page A

black and red. But instead of excitement, I was gushing between my thighs at the memory of Samuel pressing his mouth over my sex and the heat that came from between his lips. It wasn’t hard for my mind to take it one step further and imagine his tongue sneaking out to taste me there. Or the pressure he would put into the swirls on my swollen clit. Or how the rigid tip of his tongue would feel pressing past my entrance and dipping into the sweet cream of my cunt and . . .
    I almost walked into the front door. A small sign had been taped to the door.
    CLOSED FOR REPAIRS .
    WILL REOPEN AT THREE .
    I stalled out, confused. I stared at the sign and it seemed to stare back. Until the door cracked and Samuel peeked out. He smiled. ‘It doesn’t mean you. I closed
for
you. Come on in.’
    My stomach did that roller-coaster dip and I swallowed a high nervous laugh. I was jittery and my body was reacting with Pavlovian ease. See Samuel. Want Samuel. Pussy gets wet. As easy as one, two, three. ‘Thanks.’ I stepped inside the dim dining room and found myself blinking again. We were alone. ‘I brought you the fabric –’
    â€˜That’s great, Jillian. But before we go any further, let’s visit the kitchen. I can’t have you redoing the Spoon without adding a few touches to the kitchen.’ His eyes were dark and he had a nearly lupine look. Like he was the Big Bad Wolf and I was Little Red Riding Hood. My body was all chaos and urgency.
    â€˜I . . .’ I felt a little dizzy and reached out to touch him to steady myself. The tingling of arousal that coursed through my fingers didn’t help, so I let go. ‘I don’t do . . .’
    I didn’t do kitchens! Kitchens were a whole other animal. You had to know about floor drains and ovens and sinks. Pot racks and venting systems and walk-in freezers. A swell of panic that felt like a tidal wave rose in my chest and spots bloomed before my eyes.
    â€˜It’s OK. I’m just asking you to look. You need to breathe. Breathe, Jillian.’
    I did as instructed and nodded. ‘Kitchen,’ I said dumbly.
    â€˜Come on, it will be fine. I promise.’ He took my hand and I felt that surge of predatory glee I had felt when I started this whole thing. I had only been trying to steal the job from Mrs Radcliff. And, if I were to be completely honest, to get a little male attention and an ego boost. And now he had shaken it all up and got me all crazy and . . . I followed dumbly, unable to even follow my own train of thought.
    We pushed through the swinging double doors and stainless steel glowed all over the place. Walking from the dim dining room into the brightly lit kitchen was like walking out into the blazing sun. Nothing looked familiar to me. I saw sinks with an overhead rinse hose, and a huge griddle. Gigantic stoves, onewith eight burners and one with four. Overhead racks held really big pots and swinging utensils. It was spick and span and shiny and might as well have been an alien planet for all I knew about the kitchen. ‘Um . . .’ I wanted to say something intelligent at least. ‘Nice,’ I said.
    Brilliant.
    Samuel chuckled and turned me to face him. I looked up into his face, holding my breath. He was big. Bigger than I had ever really realised. I was tall for a woman. I was wearing kick-ass boots and I was still looking up at him. Feeling small added to the overwhelming feeling of urgency and desire. I was ready to throw myself on the stainless-steel table and hike up my skirt. Instead I smiled and tried to keep eye contact. He moved in closer so that his pelvis hit mine and I felt the hard ridge of his cock in his slacks. My eyes drifted closed for a moment and I pressed back against him. Liking the feel of the hard-on. Liking the fact that it was for me. I opened my eyes but only for an instant when his lips touched mine.
    And then he was kissing me and walking me back, my purse still