Accounting for Lust by Ylette Pearson Read Free Book Online Page B

time that night, warm, sticky cum flooded her pussy. Sliding in and out with each of his deep thrusts. Spent, she drew the comforter over her and drifted into a deep restless sleep. Her last thought that this couldn’t happen again. Uncomplicated sex always turned complicated at some stage. She’ d tell him in the morning.

Chapter Five
     
    The morning sun peeked through a slit in the curtains when Cassie woke and stretched before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Except for the indentation on the pillow, nothing indicated their wild night of passion. That is, until her eyes fell on the purple vibrator neatly popped upright on her nightstand. She quickly shoved the toy in the drawer and picked up her nightgown from the floor.
    Her face heated. How was she going to face Jake again today? What must he think of her? The sticky tenderness between her thighs threatened to evoke memories of the previous night and Cassie stepped into the shower. The sting of the cold water stole her breath , but after a while , she revelled in the refreshing spray.
    At least with the tension between them eased and her lust satisfied, she might be able to converse with the man without imagining him naked and sweaty. Wrong choice of words, she admonished as the vision created a dull ache between her legs. Concentrate on finding the thief and shelve your libido. Yes, once she apprehended the culprit, everything could return to normal and Jake would be out of her apartment and life. Why the idea suddenly held little appeal, she didn’t want to ponder.
    Dressed in denim slacks, a halter-neck t-shirt and barefoot, Cassie ventured into the lounge. Jake stood at the window talking on his cellphone . The navy shorts hugged his tight ass and a white t-shirt accentuated his broad chest. He waved at her and turned to gaze outside. She tuned out his conversation and switched on the kettle. Popping a couple of slices of bread into the toaster, she rummaged through the refrigerator to find something to prepare for breakfast .
    Being at work most of the time meant slim pickings from the fridge. Shutting the door without finding anything worth while, Cassie bump ed into Jake. He cupped her face in his hand , caught her lips in a sizzling kiss before marching her towards the kettle.
    “Morning.” He reached over her and took two mugs from the shel f . “Coffee. And then we have to talk.”
    Throat dry, Cassie only managed a nod. Her hands shook as she scooped the instant coffee powder into the mugs. Jake carried the mugs to the lounge just as the toast popped up from the toaster. She barely spared it a glance . H er appetite had disappeared with Jake’s words.
    “I’m sorry I intruded last night. I had no right to.” He dragged his hand over his closely cropped hair. “ I acted unprofessionally. ” Their eyes met and the heat in them turned her bones to jelly. She lowered her eyes to the mug in her hands.
    “We should stick to the job at hand.” Her body protested against her words, but Cassie persevered. “I needed last night, so I wouldn’t apologise for it, but having any kind of relationship besides the professional, will only complicate matters.”
    Jake nodded. “Agreed.” The silence stretched. “Why were you there that night?”
    She supposed he deserved an explanation. “My father had died after nearly a year of being terminally ill the previous week and I had to face up to the responsibility of running Adams Armoury Inc orporated . Me . A boring accountant with no imagination , had to take over negotiating billion Rand deals with foreign governments. ” She took a sip of coffee and stared out over the city.
    “ I was scared out of my mind. That night was my last on the island. I wanted it to be memorable and as far removed from normal as possible. I wanted to live dangerously. You were the perfect solution to make me forget what awaited me here . Uncomplicated. No strings attached. Anonymous. ” She stole a glance at him,