Free Secret Reflection by Jennifer Brassel Page A

got divorced and Tom and Nancy are worried about her emotional state. I’m supposed to help distract her.’
    Dee sidled up to him and ran a blunt fingernail down the front of his trousers. He stirred, instantly hard.
    ‘Just how distracting do you plan to be?’ she asked, and though she smiled when she said it, he could tell that she wasn’t in the least happy.
    He gripped her hand and held it still while he slid the zipper of his pants down. ‘Not as distracting as you can be,’ he murmured as he pushed her fingers inside his briefs.
    She smiled again, this time with delight as he filled her hand.
    ‘You’d better be sure nobody saw you come here. Don’t forget I can still be sent to jail if they find out about us. You have to keep our secret. When you turn eighteen … mmmm.’ Her hands were hot, and though small, gripped him with just the right pressure to make him throb. He groaned deep in his throat as she smoothed along his length and circled him with her other hand sending ripples of pleasure down his spine. ‘You have such clever fingers.’
    ‘I had a great teacher.’
    Yes, he hadn’t forgotten that Dee hadn’t yet turned thirteen when he’d set about seducing her. Or had she seduced him? He didn’t quite remember and nor did he care. She’d dropped into Stanthorpe asking for a part-time job to earn money for a trip her class planned to take in France. He’d offered her work washing his cars and cleaning his riding gear. Of course, when she got soaked hosing down his BMW … well … she had to strip off and take a shower, didn’t she? He hadn’t meant to watch but he’d taken one look at those small breasts and faint thatch of hair at the junction of her thighs and his body reacted predictably. She’d caught him spying on her and flashed him that sexy look that had him hard and hot in an instant.
    For the past three years she had been servicing his needs whenever he ventured up to Stanthorpe and in that time he’d taught her all the tricks he knew. She had filled out somewhat but was still a delectable piece of baggage. Eager to learn, she was completely uninhibited and amoral – just as he liked it. He could ask for anything, do anything, and she acquiesced without a single complaint. He still paid her … just to keep her father from wondering.
    Right now he wanted to be in her mouth. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed downward until she knelt before him, her eyes large and glistening when she stared up at him. First she licked her lips then as she put out her tongue he closed his eyes to revel in that silken heat. Yes, it was a sad thought that he’d have to give her up … but someone like Dee wouldn’t willingly take second place, and he knew that if he wanted to snare Kelly, Dee would definitely have to go. For now though, he’d enjoy her nubile young body.
    As her hot mouth closed around him and the fire began to consume him, he stopped thinking altogether.
    The room remained as she had left it – the mirror, thankfully, empty of anything but the usual reflections. Kelly wondered whether the actor was now off duty and thus would leave her in peace.
    Again she felt compelled to go over every piece of furniture, every light fixture – every bubble in the wallpaper. After two hours of painstaking searching, she couldn’t find a single thing that resembled a camera or a microphone in either the room, or the dressing room. The bathroom was easier to check because the walls were all tiled and there were few fixtures but she made sure to be thorough. Screwing off the showerhead had proven a mistake as it continually wanted to cross-thread as she tried to reattach it. Her arms were aching by the time she’d finally set it to rights.
    She was just changing her damp blouse when the phone rang.
    ‘Kelly speaking,’ she answered as she flipped the small device open.
    ‘Hi there, Kelly, Graham Zatz returning your call. What can I do for you?’
    ‘Oh Graham, thanks so much