Heat Exchange (The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin Book 1) by Deana Farrady Page B
Authors: Deana Farrady
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you."
"Oh."
"And which you're conveniently forgetting. So maybe I should remind you why we're both here."
She knew what that meant. Her body shivered just at the expectation of what he was going to do.
"Yeah," he drawled. "That's what I'll do. A reminder is definitely in order. Take off that apron." He let go of her hands.
Janey took off the apron.
"That was very, very good," he said. "You didn't even hesitate. Now tell me, do you like games, Janey?"
"Games? You mean like video games?"
"Sure, and board games, RPGs, dice, marbles, Red Rover, whatever."
"Sometimes."
"That's great. We're going to play a game with very simple rules. You're going to give me my instructions for making this cheesecake. Each step in detail, all the way to the end. And if you get to the end and don't skip any steps, you get a reward."
"That sounds easy," she said doubtfully. "Why do I have the feeling there's a catch?"
"Because you're a smart girl." He grinned and then he went down on his knees in front of her.
"Uh, Nyall? Why are you…"
"Ssh. I want you to close your eyes. Keep them closed while we're playing. Now stand there just like that and start telling me what to do. Don't stop for anything. Remember, when you've told me everything, there's a reward waiting for you."
With her eyes closed, she tried to stare through her eyelids. "Why are you holding my hips like that? Nyall, you're not going to —"
"Widen your stance. More. I want your legs wide open. Are your eyes closed? Okay, now…begin."
With her eyes scrunched up, Janey focused on her senses other than vision. She felt a tickle on the hairs curling around her pussy and shuddered.
"What did you just do?" she said.
"I just touched you a little. Don't worry about it. Concentrate on your part. I'll concentrate on mine."
"What's your part?" she squeaked.
"Listening to your instructions."
Janey's forehead wrinkled. She didn't trust his innocent tone one bit.
"Ah. Um, so the next thing to do is preheat the oven." She paused, waiting for something. Nothing happened. Relief made her expel her breath. "You need to turn the oven on by setting it to bake at 450 degrees Fahrenheit. Oh, also make sure the top rack is in the middle of the—"
She broke off as she felt something.
"What was that?" she said quickly.
"Janey." The amusement was pretty obvious in his voice. "The rules are easy. Just keep talking. Remember, if you miss a step the cheesecake could be ruined. So do your job and no. More. Questions."
"In the middle of the oven," she finished. "And, uh, so after that you have to prepare the pan. The pan is round and has a catch with a lever on the side and it's on the counter. Make sure the catch is engaged so the bottom won't fall out. Next to the pan is-ah!"
She broke off at the sudden tingle of pleasure between her legs. Cupping her hands over her eyes to keep them from looking, she struggled to identify it. He'd touched her, she realized belatedly, between the lips of her cleft.
"Nyall," she whispered, "if you do stuff like that I won't be able to concentrate."
"That's the game," he said softly. "Try."
"There's a box of cinnamon graham crackers," she said. "Put all the graham crackers into the gallon plastic bag on—" Janey drew in a breath. Something was sliding back and forth over her clit. It was long and blunt. The sensation was so delicious she gasped.
Waiting for it to stop proved futile. The caress kept happening. Janey realized she was going to have to go on while her clit was being stroked with something hard—his finger, she was almost positive.
"On the counter on the island," she choked out. "Seal up the bag and put it on the counter and…and take the rolling pin and roll it back and forth over the bag using all your weight to press it down until…Nyall…"
"I'm getting this," he said, even as the stroking continued. "You're being very thorough. That's good thinking, since I'm just a beginner."
"Until everything is crushed."
The rhythm changed
"Oh."
"And which you're conveniently forgetting. So maybe I should remind you why we're both here."
She knew what that meant. Her body shivered just at the expectation of what he was going to do.
"Yeah," he drawled. "That's what I'll do. A reminder is definitely in order. Take off that apron." He let go of her hands.
Janey took off the apron.
"That was very, very good," he said. "You didn't even hesitate. Now tell me, do you like games, Janey?"
"Games? You mean like video games?"
"Sure, and board games, RPGs, dice, marbles, Red Rover, whatever."
"Sometimes."
"That's great. We're going to play a game with very simple rules. You're going to give me my instructions for making this cheesecake. Each step in detail, all the way to the end. And if you get to the end and don't skip any steps, you get a reward."
"That sounds easy," she said doubtfully. "Why do I have the feeling there's a catch?"
"Because you're a smart girl." He grinned and then he went down on his knees in front of her.
"Uh, Nyall? Why are you…"
"Ssh. I want you to close your eyes. Keep them closed while we're playing. Now stand there just like that and start telling me what to do. Don't stop for anything. Remember, when you've told me everything, there's a reward waiting for you."
With her eyes closed, she tried to stare through her eyelids. "Why are you holding my hips like that? Nyall, you're not going to —"
"Widen your stance. More. I want your legs wide open. Are your eyes closed? Okay, now…begin."
With her eyes scrunched up, Janey focused on her senses other than vision. She felt a tickle on the hairs curling around her pussy and shuddered.
"What did you just do?" she said.
"I just touched you a little. Don't worry about it. Concentrate on your part. I'll concentrate on mine."
"What's your part?" she squeaked.
"Listening to your instructions."
Janey's forehead wrinkled. She didn't trust his innocent tone one bit.
"Ah. Um, so the next thing to do is preheat the oven." She paused, waiting for something. Nothing happened. Relief made her expel her breath. "You need to turn the oven on by setting it to bake at 450 degrees Fahrenheit. Oh, also make sure the top rack is in the middle of the—"
She broke off as she felt something.
"What was that?" she said quickly.
"Janey." The amusement was pretty obvious in his voice. "The rules are easy. Just keep talking. Remember, if you miss a step the cheesecake could be ruined. So do your job and no. More. Questions."
"In the middle of the oven," she finished. "And, uh, so after that you have to prepare the pan. The pan is round and has a catch with a lever on the side and it's on the counter. Make sure the catch is engaged so the bottom won't fall out. Next to the pan is-ah!"
She broke off at the sudden tingle of pleasure between her legs. Cupping her hands over her eyes to keep them from looking, she struggled to identify it. He'd touched her, she realized belatedly, between the lips of her cleft.
"Nyall," she whispered, "if you do stuff like that I won't be able to concentrate."
"That's the game," he said softly. "Try."
"There's a box of cinnamon graham crackers," she said. "Put all the graham crackers into the gallon plastic bag on—" Janey drew in a breath. Something was sliding back and forth over her clit. It was long and blunt. The sensation was so delicious she gasped.
Waiting for it to stop proved futile. The caress kept happening. Janey realized she was going to have to go on while her clit was being stroked with something hard—his finger, she was almost positive.
"On the counter on the island," she choked out. "Seal up the bag and put it on the counter and…and take the rolling pin and roll it back and forth over the bag using all your weight to press it down until…Nyall…"
"I'm getting this," he said, even as the stroking continued. "You're being very thorough. That's good thinking, since I'm just a beginner."
"Until everything is crushed."
The rhythm changed
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