Caramel Kisses (10 page)

“Oh shit!”
Sydni
clamped down on her bottom lip when his fingers eased the crotch of her barely there
undies
aside. He dove right in with a lick from the bottom of her already creaming slit to the top, his tongue lodged just underneath her hooded clit.

“Oh my god, stop.
Tsubaki
-san will come running thinking something is wrong.”

He lifted his head with an imp of a smile. “Then you’ll just have to be quiet, won’t you?”

“Bastard,” she hissed.

“Damn right.”

Talented tongue and even more talented fingers had her humping his face like a
nympho
on cock-flavored crack.

One hand aided his mouth in tormenting her pussy while the other eased down her thighs, caressed the back of her knees,
then
slid down to the top of the ankle boots she decided to sport today. When she’d stepped into them this morning, she had to admit to herself that she’d indeed been thinking of this man.

“Damn, these are some sexy shoes. Shoes made just for fucking.
Mmmm
.”
He nipped the swollen bud of her clit and said, “The way the tops zip up to hug your ankles so tight reminds me of the way your sweet pussy feels wrapped around my cock. Well, let’s put them to use shall we?”

What? Put what to use?

“Stand up,
Syd
. I’d be totally wrong not to fuck you when you’re wearing such a sexy assed pair of fuck-me boots.”

She loved high heels, loved the way they made her long legs look even longer, her calves more streamlined and sleek. And this particular pair just seemed to ooze sex as she’d modeled in front of her mirror this morning with nothing on but her stockings, bra and these, as Drew called them, ‘fucking shoes’.

He nibbled and sucked on her pussy lips for a few seconds more, then scooted back and stood, holding out his hand. The second her fingers met Drew’s, he eased her up and around so she stood with her hands on her desk facing the door—the door that reminded her someone could be just on the other side.

This was crazy! And her ability to conjure up the least bit of care was strangely missing. The alarm she expected to come running into her head never appeared. Finally, she managed to take enough breaths to get some semblance of sanity back. But it was a close thing.

Pushing away from her desk
Sydni
attempted to right her clothing. Yuck. Her underwear was cold against her heated flesh when she settled them back into place. “Drew, look, I-we can’t do this here. It’s just not a good…”

And just like that her shirt was unbuttoned and whisked off, followed by her bra. At least he’d had the sense to hang her blouse neatly over the back of the chair that was soon kicked off to the side.
Sydni
was settled over the cool wood of her desk, breasts smashed against the calendar that covered the smooth polished top, and her skirt hiked up around her waist. The panties disappeared altogether and Drew’s hands made trails all over her silky stockings.

“The privileges of being an Executive VP.
Your door is locked. Don’t think, baby.
Just feel.”
The seductive words were followed by a smack to her bare ass that sent a startled expression to her face and a zing to her pussy. The damn thing creamed ridiculously while he knelt again and licked her like a lollypop. Now it produced enough dew to supply the entire nation with enough cream for a year.

She went to stand up. Strong fingers pressed into the middle of her back until her chest was once again flat against the cool finish of the desk.

“Head down.
Ass up.”

Smack!

Oooh, god.
It was just too wrong for a man this young to have skills this polished. What the hell had happened?
Sydni
had always dominated in the sex department. Well, it was obvious Drew wasn’t having it. And to her surprise, she liked it.

“
Mmm
, your ass is so nice and round.”

Smack!

His big hands soothed the slight sting, slid up her back and around her shoulders, caressing the skin, easing along until his fingers tugged and rolled her nipples, making her hips roll right along with them.

“Damn, baby, I love your body.”

“
Puh
,” she snorted.
“Flattery much?
Knowing my hips
are
too wide and my ass is too big.”

“If I wanted a Barbie doll, I would have pursued one. You’re perfectly lush and curvy in all the right places. I love holding your ass in my hands while I fuck you. And I don’t have to be afraid of breaking you.”

Her entire being heated in anticipation. God she wanted him.

The plump head of his cock nudged against her achy pussy lips. Slippery and slick with dew,
Sydni
wiggled frantically trying to get him inside knowing he would stretch her just to the burning point exactly the way she liked.

In one smooth thrust, he sank deep with a quiet hiss. “I’ve always wanted to be able to let go with a woman. Fuck like an animal. Let the wild man out that I have to keep hidden underneath a suit and tie during the day. Now finger your clit while I slide deep into your wet pussy.”

The silk of his shirt tickled the skin on her back. One of the buttons dug into her spine as Drew pressed against her body, whispering in her ear. He’d almost slid free but the head of his cock caught the tight ring of her sex and was held fast by the flexing muscles. An orgasm of cosmic proportions hovered just out of reach, and god she wanted it.
Wanted it until every cell in her nervous system screamed for it.
Craved it.

“I can give it to you like you want it, like you need it,
Syd
. Do you need it, baby?”

Did
she
ever! Yet all he delivered was the very tip of his cock rimming her drenched pussy, teasing her relentlessly.

His cock flexed and set off a vibration deep inside her
spasming
channel.
Breath
warm against her cheek, he said, “If you want it, tell me how much.”

“I want it,” she started to scream, then bit down on her lip remembering she was bare-assed across her office desk covered by a man who was perfection wrapped in smooth peaches-and-cream skin. And his cock was addictive, thick, pulsing with life. And evidently he was intent on making sure she understood she was all his.

“Oh god, Drew.
Fuck me, please. More.”

He surged forward. She yelped,
then
bit her bottom lip again—at this rate the thing would be swollen for sure when this was over. Well, she’d just have to give him a fat lip to match hers for driving her crazy like this. When buried all the way inside, the tip of his staff tapped the entrance to her womb. Thick and long, he stretched her deliciously, hovering just on the edge of too much. A perfect fit.

“Is this what my baby needs?” he crooned. A warm wisp of breath tickled the fine hairs on the column of her neck.

“Oh god, yes.
That’s it, Drew.
Right there.”

“Feel good, baby?”

“Yes.
God, yes.
Feels
sooo
good.”

“Come for me,
Syd
. Cream my cock.”

Sydni
became a babbling idiot. There was no way it could be helped. The man made her feel like a goddess.
A nasty, uninhibited, fuck-a-
holic
goddess.
Then reduced her to a needy puddle of horny, liquid, satisfied woman.

Mouth open on a silent scream,
Sydni’s
thighs trembled to the same cadence as her pussy as she exploded around the lovely pole reaming her. Squeezing her eyes tight enough to see stars she held onto her desk for dear life. If she let go at the same time Drew pulled away from her, she’d end up sprawled on the thick carpeted floor for sure.

Then he flexed that perfect monster of a cock inside her and filled her with his cream. Untamed, growly groans filled her ear as he hissed the words that set her heart racing.

“Damn, I’m coming
Syd
. I just can’t resist you, woman. And you’re all mine.”

Hauled up against his side, Drew shuffled
Sydni
into the small private bathroom and sat her on top of the vanity. With sure but gentle strokes, he lovingly washed her up against all her protesting and batting hands. He even helped her touch up her makeup, what little she wore anyway.

Talented lawyer.
Excellent lover.
Seemed to be a genuinely nice guy too.
So, what the hell was he doing with her? Sure she was nice to look at, kept in as good a shape as she could given the demands of her job.
A successful business woman with her own way and means.
Nice house—
Charli
called it a museum—in a nice part of town. And most important, other than her house, she was completely debt free.

But she was forty-fucking-two years old. Considering she wasn’t looking to start a family or have kids of her own, why was somebody like Drew hounding her?

“
Syd
, you’re thinking too hard again.”

Yeah, she tended to do that a lot in his company. He gave her a peck on her cheek and helped her down from the counter top.

“I think we’re as fresh as we’re
gonna
get
. How ‘bout lunch in the cafeteria?”

“Drew I can’t.”

“You need to eat,
Sydni
. It’s unhealthy. I won’t take no for an answer.”

“God, you’re a bossy something or other.”

He flashed a million-dollar-baby smile that lit up the bathroom.

“Glad you think so. Now let’s get a bite.”

“Fine.
I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes.”

“
Sydni
,” he drawled with exasperation.

“I won’t stand you up. I just need to handle a couple of things and I’ll be there.
Promise.”

With a wink and another cheek peck, he turned and left the bathroom. And
Sydni
stood in the mirror and fanned herself. The man was H-O-T- hot!
Enough to melt the tile under her feet.

But still…he had no need for a sugar mama. So what the hell did Drew
Caruth
really
want?
Other than mind blowing sex, of course.
Sydni
pondered all the way down to the company’s gourmet restaurant on the tenth floor. Thought about it until Drew caught her attention and pinned her with a riveting, gray, I-want-you gaze. Sigh.

* * * * *

Alex watched from her favorite spot in the cafeteria. On days when she wasn’t summoned to Viktor’s office, house, or car for a mid-afternoon horny session, she people-watched here in the
Expedex
employee lounge, which was more like a four-star restaurant. And today, her people of choice were
Sydni
Cannes and her new lawyer stud. Nobody told her that the new guy and
Sydni
were lovers. Nobody had to. If there was one thing Alex was good at, was reading the body language of a sexually satisfied woman.

Perhaps she could use their association to her advantage?

“Viktor,
it’s
Alex,” she spoke quietly into the mouthpiece of her phone.

“What?”

“I think I may see a way to get Cannes to drop her little investigation of the contracts.”

“You’re a smart woman. Handle it.”

“Right.
And what about the pawn?
Does he know what to do?”

“I only fuck him, Alex. I’m leaving the rest up to you.”

She grimaced. God, she hated his condescending, self-righteous attitude. She was trying to save his ass here, and he had the nerve to get stupid and lay it all in her lap?

“Big deal,” she snarled into the handset. “I fuck him too. Does that mean I should pass this all back to you?”
Asshole.

Silence.
Followed by a quiet baritone, menacing and smooth.
“Are you getting smart with me, Alexandra?”

A shiver worked its way into the bones of her spine. Her mind raced with all kinds of retorts. But her mouth proved it was currently smarter than her brain and stayed shut. “You are there. I am not. Do whatever you think you need to do with Cannes and the pawn. And…” He paused.
Never a good sign.
“I’ll see to you later, as always.”

Instantly, her cunt creamed as every nerve ending tingled in anticipation of what he would do to “see to her”. God, the man was so good at being bad.

“Be at my house at six thirty this evening. Wear that lined leather trench coat I gave you last month.
With nothing else.
And Alex?”

“Yes?”

“Come prepared to serve.”

“A-all right.”
Breathless and just a little bit afraid, the words barely made it through the mouthpiece of the phone. Alex squeezed her thighs together and tried to ignore the way that being in the dark about what Viktor planned set her pulse racing and her cunt creaming. He was a sick bastard. And she loved it. So what did that make her? “Wait, Viktor, I’m supposed to see the pawn tonight.”

“Expect him to call and break his date with you. I’ll be seeing him earlier. While he’s asleep in my bed, you will do your penance wherever I choose.”

“Yes. Okay.”

She waited until Viktor disconnected the call then snapped her own phone closed. Alex cast a quick glance across the expanse of the dining area to where Miss High-And-Mighty executive Cannes sat with her new gorgeous pet. A smile spread across her face as she tossed her trash in the receptacle and headed out the door. And just that quickly a plan formed into a solid wall of sheer will in her head.

Chapter Eight

The last few weeks had been heaven and thankfully predictable.
Sydni
knew Drew waited in the cafeteria in the same spot they’d been meeting everyday. He was settling into his new position at
Expedex
quite nicely. Not to mention settling into
her
just as nicely.