Page 21 of Tempted

Chapter Seven

The second he lowered his head, she should have pulled away, turned her head or something. Not sit there and accept his marauding lips. Instead Jasmine allowed it to happen. In the back of her mind, she screamed this was wrong yet, when she placed her hands against his chest with the intention of pushing him away, something happened.

She noticed the erratic beating of his heart matched hers and a heat like she’d never experienced shot to her very core, making her nipples pebble against the cotton material of her blouse. She instantly got wet, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

After the past few years of despair and heartache, this new sensation swirling within her body could not be ignored. Maybe one kiss wouldn’t hurt. Could it? Still, she should at least put up some form of token protest. What kind of woman would he think she was if he could so easily bend her to his will? “Mr. Meade,” she moaned against his mouth, “This is wrong. We can’t do this.”

His arms tightened around her. “Victor,” he said urgently, grasping a chunk of her hair and giving it a hard tug.

The movement took her by surprise, and she gasped, at the drastic change in this man who seemed to be in control of every aspect of his life.

Taking advantage of her slightly parted lips, Victor slipped his tongue between them, exploring and exploring the inside of her mouth like a warrior bent on conquering her.

To Jasmine’s utter shame, she pushed her tongue forward to meet his, tentatively at first and then she twined it around his in an erotic dance of passion. Her body burst into flames as he ran his fingers along her spine, massaging her back, and pulling her closer to him.

The kiss evolved into more whenVictor tugged her t-shirt from her waistband and the next thing she knew he was tunneling his hands beneath her top and moving them toward her breasts.

She went still again, not sure if things should go this far. “Please, let me,” he murmured against her lips.

Before Jasmine could protest, deft finger cupped the tender mounds, kneading them in his palms.

“You’re not wearing a bra. I’m glad.” Victor lifted her shirt and brought his head eye level with her nipple. “Beautiful,” he murmured before flicking his tongue against one taut peak, sending a shiver through her body.

“Oh, God.” She should end this, but her body wouldn’t cooperate.

Victor latched onto the tight peak, taking it fully into his mouth, giving it a gentle tug before going to full suckle. “Mmm,” he groaned as though relishing his task.

Unable to help herself, she dug her fingers through his thick salt-and-pepper hair, holding his head against her breast. Her pussy gushed with cream. “Please,” she whispered, not exactly sure what she was begging for. Molten heat licked her nerve endings, sending all coherent thought from her mind.

He released the hardened tip with a loud wet pop and raised his eyes to hers. “You have a beautiful body, Jasmine. I lied to.”

“Huh?” was all she could manage to croak.

“I lied when I said there was nothing special about seeing your nude body. Ever since I saw you naked I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind and I couldn’t stop thinking about doing this to you.”

Before she could respond to his shocking revelation, he latched his mouth on to her other nipple and sucked with fierce hungry tugs. The low growl in the back of his throat told her he’d meant every word he’d said.

It was strange because she’d never allowed herself to think about her and Mr. Meade—Victor like this before. She’d been too busy with the children to allow something so wicked to cross her mind. Now that she was here, in his arms, being made to feel emotions she’d thought she’d never experience again Jasmine didn’t know why she hadn’t.

He was an attractive man with his above average looks and a body he clearly took good care of. Perhaps she never dared think of him in this way because of the disparity in their worlds. He was a successful, wealthy lawyer and she was the hired help. If anyone would have told her the two of them would have ended in each other’s’ arms Jasmine would have laughed in their face. She didn’t have much of a chance to dwell on these thoughts when he pushed her down on the sofa and lay on top of her.

His erection pressed into the juncture of her thighs. He felt hard and thick. Was she ready for this? To be taken on the couch with the children upstairs.

The children!

They were upstairs and due to come down at any moment!

Jasminesquirmed and tried to push him off. “No! We can’t do this!”

“Yes, we can,” he groaned lowering his head in an attempt to capture her mouth with his again.

“No! The kids are upstairs! They’ll be back down. You said you’d have the popcorn ready for them.”

It seemed to take a moment before it registered with Victor. “Shit.” He scrambled off of her and stood up, adjusting his clothes.

Jasmine struggled to her feet, and pulled her shirt down. When she would have run past him, he grabbed her arm.

“We have to talk.”

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