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Jane’s voice cut through his X-rated daydream. “Darn. I wish she was here so I could officially thank her for making those incredible truffles that everyone has been raving about.” Jane reached for her new husband’s hand. “Plus, if it weren’t for Callie’s Candies, James and I would have never found each other.”

James leaned over and frenched his newly wedded wife. Tobey shifted from one foot to the other in discomfort and looked away.
Get a room
, he thought, but then, he and Callie had practically been humping at the bar, so who was he to complain?

When his best friend was finally done kissing his bride, he turned towards Tobey with a knowing grin. “Any idea where Callie might be?”

“Not a clue,” Tobey answered truthfully. “But I’d be happy to go find her for you.”

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“I bet you would,” James said with a wink. “For us.”

Finally free of his best man duties, Tobey headed for the door that Callie had run through. He hoped that she hadn’t left the reception altogether. They had some unfinished business to take care of. Preferably while they were naked in a room with a lock.

“The kitchen,” he said to himself, when he walked into the large cooking area.

“That makes sense.”

“Did anyone see a small blonde woman run through here?”

One of the waiters nodded towards the hall behind the prep area and the stoves.

“She went back there.”

Tobey nodded his thanks. Once he had walked around the corner into the hidden, back area of the kitchen, he saw two large doors, both big enough for him to step through. Opening the door to his right, he realized it was a commercial freezer, packed full of ice cream containers and huge bags of ice.

He closed the heavy freezer door and turned his gaze to the refrigerator door, a broad grin taking over his face. He almost felt sorry for his hot little candy maker.

She may have intended on cooling off in the fridge, but he was going to make sure that she got hot, hot, hot instead.

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Callie heard a noise in the hall and looked up through the thick, frosted glass on the refrigerator door. “Shit,” she whispered. A tall man in a tux was standing just outside the door. It had to be Tobey. She tried to push herself back further into the shelves, hoping that her dark pink dress would help her to blend in with the crates of supplies.

Maybe if she didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, didn’t even breathe, he would go away. And she could be left in peace with her memory of the taste of his skin and the beating of his heart on her lips.

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Callie had spent the past ten minutes rubbing the goose bumps on her arms and trying to convince herself that she had had enough of Tobey. She had firmly decided that she was going to be perfectly happy masturbating in the shower to the sexy picture of Tobey that she had fixed in her mind’s eye. She didn’t need to see him, didn’t need to touch him, didn’t need any more of his kisses.

But now that he was standing only feet from her—somehow she had known all along that he would find her and now he had—it was all she could do not to fling the door open, pull him inside the cramped 5’x5’ space with her, and rip all of his clothes from his body.

Who was she kidding? She wasn’t going to be content with just the memory of him, with just her dreams of what it would be like to feel him naked against her, writhing in pleasure.

At the same time, an annoying inner voice of reason was telling Callie that there was no use in giving in to her baser needs. One night of mind-blowing sex wasn’t going to help anything. It wasn’t going to save her business. It wasn’t going to save her pathetic love life.

Although, she thought with a grin, it was guaranteed to be fun.

The doorknob turned and Callie gasped. He was coming in. What was she going to do? She stood up and backed into the wall, pressing herself up against the cold edge of the laden shelves as hard as she could.

In the dim light of the refrigerator, Tobey’s warm voice wrapped around her. “I thought I might find you in here.”

Callie was both alarmed and aroused by his presence, by the way he filled up the room with his essence. The crazy mix of feelings made it hard for her to speak.

“I, uh…” she said as she watched Tobey open the door and step into the refrigerator with her, his eyes drinking hungrily of her, noting her taut, cold nipples through the thin silk of her bra, noting the way she had pressed herself up against the 18

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shelves to try and hide from him. She was sure that he could read the need in her eyes, even as she tried to hide it from him.

Less than four feet from her, which was at least four feet too close for Callie’s comfort, Tobey closed the door behind him with a soft but definite click, never once taking his eyes from her.

His voice laced with humor, he said, “There’s no lock, but at least it’s private. We’ll just have to hope no one needs any milk.”

Looking for a way out, for some sort of escape path, willing herself to think fast so that she could get the heck away from him, she said, “Actually, I was looking for the milk, for, um, coffee for the reception.” Picking up a carton of milk, she said, “So now that I’ve found it, I…”

Tobey took a step towards her and Callie, who felt as if she was the lioness being hunted by a needy lion, dropped the carton of milk on the floor. It broke open and splashed onto her shoes, but she hardly noticed.

All she could feel was his heat. She knew he could feel hers, as if she was drawing him to her via some sort of sexual infrared. No matter how many times she told herself she didn’t want what he was offering her, no matter how she tried to convince herself that she didn’t need the release that he promised her, she knew that she did.

Desperately.

Tobey pinned her against the shelves with one arm on either side of her. “You weren’t looking for milk,” he said, his voice husky. “You were looking for this.”

He leaned in and captured her mouth in a kiss so sweet, so powerful, that Callie was instantly infused with a deep warmth. But even as her passion grew, Callie worried. “What if someone walks in?”

Tobey laughed off her fears, unconcerned. He nipped at her lips, biting softly at the incredibly sensitive, cool flesh, burning her up. Vaguely noting that her skirt was hiked all the way up around her waist, Callie thought,
Thank god I’m not wearing nylons
.

Tobey’s fingers made their way up the soft flesh of her inner thigh, teasing her with 19

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their intent. He hiked one of her legs up against his thigh and, breathless with anticipation, Callie felt herself grow more and more swollen, until finally he pushed past the wispy silk of her panties and found her slick and ready and wet.

He pushed his palm against her inflamed mons and Callie pushed her weight into his hand, no more able to stop herself from grinding into him than she would have been able to walk away and leave him.

All the while, even as her breath caught, even as the hard flesh of his palm aroused her clitoris until she almost hurt with it, Tobey was driving her crazy with his gentle kisses.

Until now, Callie had always been perfectly happy to let the man lead in bed. She had been content to let her lovers take their time exploring her, to even show them how she liked to be touched for even greater pleasure.

But now, in this moment, Callie knew that if she didn’t get more of Tobey—his mouth, his hands, the huge, hard shaft that was pressing against his black tuxedo pants and now against her palm as she cupped his heavy weight—she was going to die. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and found his, forcing it to mate with hers. She heard him make a sound of pleasure, she thought she matched his moan with her own, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything other than mating with this glorious man, whose touch turned her skin to flames.

Lifting his mouth from hers, Tobey reached for the jersey fabric of her dress. “I need to see you,” he said in a low voice.

Callie pulled her dress up over her head then reached for Tobey’s jacket, roughly yanking it off of his shoulders. “I need to taste you,” she said as she ripped off his bow tie and jerked his shirt open at the neck.

Her lips and tongue found the hollow of his neck, found his strong, quick pulse, and with every moment she grew wetter and readier for Tobey than she had ever been for any man.

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He slid his hands to her back, stroking flames onto her skin, and then her bra was on the floor, and his sure fingers overtook hers, clumsy with cold and need as she tried to remove his shirt. Knocking off several cartons of milk from a low shelf beside them, he propped her up on it. Callie reached for his belt, but he had already dropped to his knees, his mouth at her breasts, licking and sucking at the soft, plump flesh, coming closer and closer to her nipples, but not nearly close enough.

Already puckered from the refrigeration, her areolas tightened into tiny buds of bliss as he licked slow circles around them, almost flicking against her nipples, but never quite touching them.

“Please,” Callie moaned, her hands wound into Tobey’s thick, dark hair, her head thrown back, her back arched. She pushed her tits into him, any remaining vestiges of modesty gone, impatient for him to put her out of this exquisite agony.

“Not yet,” he said, taking her ample breasts into his hands. Reverently, he ran his thumbs lightly over her nipples, then back again, flicking the tight buds with his fingers.

“Dusty rose. I knew it,” he said softly as he worshiped her. His mouth consumed her as he tasted every square inch of her glorious breasts, rising up from her rib cage to the taut peak of her nipples. “You’re so beautiful. So damn beautiful.”

Callie had always been more than a little embarrassed by the size of her breasts—D

cups on a five foot frame had always seemed way out of proportion—but if Tobey continued to lick and suck her like that, she vowed to never have another bad thought about them again.

“Oh god, yes,” she whimpered, her sounds of pleasure muffled by the thick walls of the refrigerator.

She was so hot, burning up everywhere he touched her. And then his hands were lifting her up and pulling her panties off of her, the wispy silk scratching the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. Her panties fell to her ankles and she kicked them off, along with her shoes. And then Tobey’s head was between her legs, his tongue on her.

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He lightly touched the tip of her clit, engorged and so sensitive. Instinctively, Callie opened her legs up wider and bucked her hips up into his mouth.

Callie knew he was intent on teasing her because he held her firmly away from his mouth, lapping at her once, then twice, then blowing lightly on her heated flesh.

“More,” she cried, no longer worried about anyone walking in on them, no longer caring if anyone in the kitchen heard her scream out for him.

A smile on his lips, he reached for her and brought her lips to his, letting her taste her juices, letting her lick them from his tongue.

“You have the sweetest pussy,” he said, and she said, “Please.”

His hand on her thigh, only inches from her lips, he said, “Tell me what you want.”

Callie didn’t even have to think. “Lick me.”

Tobey licked her kneecap. “Here?” he asked, his eyes devious and challenging.

“No,” she cried, wishing he would give her what she wanted, wishing she didn’t have to say the words.

He licked the tender flesh on the inside of her elbow. “Here?”

Callie gave in. “My pussy,” she whispered, amazed to hear the word roll off her tongue. “Lick my pussy,” she said again, her voice louder, more sure as she realized how much she liked the feel of the word as it rolled from her tongue to her lips and then out into the cold air of their private refrigerated world.

Tobey kissed her hard on her lips, bruising them, before kissing a trail down her flesh, from the hollow of her neck to the valley between her lush breasts.

“I,” he pulled at her nipples with his mouth, causing shivers of ecstasy to race down Callie’s spine, “would be happy,” his tongue dipped into her belly button, “to lick,” and then lower still to the very tip of her clit, “your pussy.”

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explode into a million glorious pieces. Impossible tremors wracked her, knocking her back against the shelves, pushing her off the counter into Tobey’s lips and teeth and hands. He slipped a finger into her slick, pulsing canal, then two. Callie felt her muscles clench around him, trying to take his thick fingers even deeper and she envisioned his cock pumping in and out of her, just like his fingers were doing, rough and powerful and perfect. Her heart pounding so hard, faster than she thought it could, the rainbow of colors faded away, and Callie fell limp in Tobey’s arms.

* * * * *

Still on his knees, sticky in a pool of milk, Tobey could hardly think. He could hardly breathe. He was no stranger to sweaty, grinding sex, but he couldn’t help but be amazed by what happened to him with this woman. He got within five feet of her and he lost his mind. He had to have her. Every perfect inch of her.

He grinned as he felt the last of her contractions press down on his fingers. He was pleased, more pleased than he could ever say, that Callie obviously felt exactly the same way about him. He had always had a thing for stacked little blondes, but this one was putting every other woman he’d been with to shame. She was heedless in her passion, shy yet demanding, hungry, yet waiting for him to make the next move.

His grin fell away. His cock throbbed in his pants, demanding attention. Tobey hadn’t been this hard since he was sixteen, about to stick his dick into his first pussy. He didn’t think he could hold off much longer.