Judas by Chandler Lacey-Payne Page A

was feeling confident and couldn't wait to spend the day with him in this room. He refilled his coffee and leaned his large frame against the counter as he considered her. “You going to show me what's in the treasure chest over there?” he said, pointing.
“Of course!” she said, already coming to kneel beside it. She reached in and pulled out three board games, ink pens, and some paper for keeping scores.
“Scrabble? Wait, now I can get with some scrabble. And I'll kick your ass at it,” he grinned.
              And Scrabble it was. They played until afternoon, rearranging words and letters, each trying to outdo the other, even throwing in dirty words for good measure now and again. He seemed to have finally come to terms with being stuck in the kitchen with her and they had forgotten all about the world outside.
    They had a lunch break, sharing fresh cut vegetables from a platter and hunks of meat and cheese. By the time evening rol led around, neither of them was ready for the day to end. He helped her make a meatloaf for dinner and even playfully swatted her bottom as she passed by on her way to set the table. Her plan was working perfectly.
    She pulled the worn out old apron from the drawer and gracefully slid it over her head. The long strings wrapped around her waist, meeting in the back as she tied them into a small bow. Humming to herself, she began to rummage through the cabinets, pulling out all the essential ingredients to bake his favorite cake. After preheating the oven, she went to collect the utensils she would use, shoving them into the deep pockets of the covering. He sat perched comfortably on the island, watching her as she worked.
                  She carefully combined each ingredient, intentionally skipping the two eggs, leaving them to sit in a small dish as she whisked and folded the mixture. She raised the metal instrument, allowing the batter to drizzle back into the bowl, removing the excess as she gave him a heated grin. “Taste?” she offered playfully, bringing the utensil to his lips. He raised a brow and began to slide his tongue along the chocolate covered tool, keeping his eyes locked firmly onto hers as he swirled his tongue through the thin metal wires. She felt the heat rush between her thighs as she watched him, wide eyed. She began to wonder who was trying to seduce whom.
                  She pulled the whisk away from his tongue, and brought it to her own, repeating his motions on the other side, letting the sugary mix pool against her tongue. When she turned and walked back to the counter, she could feel his eyes on her and she knew she had his full attention. With a last glance over her shoulder, she turned and hopped up onto the cabinet. She pulled her legs up, allowing her feet to catch the edge of the granite and seductively spread her legs wide. She dipped the whisk back into the mix, coating it with the thickening chocolate.
                  Her breath caught as she felt the first of the cool drips land against her sex, as her eyes dared him to come to her. When he didn't immediately move, she drew back the whisk and landed a smack against her sensitive button. He swallowed roughly, rasping out, “Fuck.”
    “Yeah?” she asked, seductively as she raked the metal over her folds, catching the small bud between the wires and dragging it along. A soft moan escaped her lips as the erotic motions fueled the longing desire.
                  She saw the exact second his eyes went dark. Almost instantly, he was standing in front of her. Her pulse was racing as he grabbed her hips, pinning her in place as he kissed her. He rained tiny kisses over her face and throat, and moving lower. She cupped her small breast in one hand and smacked it firmly with the coated instrument before giving it a fling. She brought the pebbled nipple to his mouth in offering. He sucked the tight peak into his mouth, drinking heavily as his