Caramel Kisses (9 page)

“
Syd
, I’m clean but I have more condoms in my wallet.”
Ones that fit
, he thought as one hand worked her breasts and the other sank two fingers deep into her quivering sex. “I can go downstairs and get one.”

She gathered up the ruined condoms and tossed them into the air yelling desperately, “Oh god, just fuck me already! Please.”

First date, or second date…hell, some rules were made to be broken.

Fingers dug into Drew’s biceps as he eased inside, pulled back, then pushed in a bit more. Breath forced itself from her lungs in wrenching gasps.
Such pleasure.
Such mind numbing, nerve tingling pleasure.

Scalding delicious thickness stretched her to just below the burning point.
Sydni’s
pussy made it clear with a singe-tingle twinge that it had never taken anything quite so thick, but wanted more of it anyway.

And then he was seated. A lover’s kiss, so tender and sweet bombarded her senses with the taste, the smell of him.
Mmm
, her own scent was mixed in from when he’d gone down on her. Then his large hand landed on her hip with a smack. She yelped,
then
yelled as the man began to plow her pussy like a specially designed snow plow blowing everything out of its way leaving the smooth evidence of its passing for days to come. Ass muscles bunched as Drew worked his length in and out of her body. A deep exhale and an oh-so-manly grunt accompanied each full thrust. Her thighs trembled and burned as he fucked her deep, then deeper still. And all she could think was, “More”.

And for goodness sake, he accommodated her until she exploded again.
Three orgasms in one go-round?
It was unheard of.
Impossible.
Sigh…fucking wonderful.

A couple of hours later, Drew awoke with the hard-on from hell. Well, no wonder—his groin was pressed into the perfect crease of
Sydni’s
sweet and wonderfully bare ass. Unable to resist, he dipped his head and nibbled the soft skin on the back of her neck until she squirmed.

Stretching with a sigh and a lopsided grin, the woman rolled over and looked up at him with the most satisfied expression. God, would he love to see her rouse from sleep with this same look on her face every morning.

He’d admired
Sydni
from a distance, simply taken aback by her no matter where he spotted her—like at the function to celebrate
Charli’s
making the national honor society while in law school her second year.
Then
Charli’s
graduation.
Charli’s
launch of her new career as clothes diva extraordinaire to the stars.
Everything had been about
Charli
. Even
Charli
was tired of being the center of
Sydni’s
attention. Well, guilty was more like it.
Sydni’s
sister wanted nothing more than for her to be happy and believed there was no time like the present considering how long
Syd
had taken care of everything and everyone else.

Yep, now it was
Sydni’s
time to see to herself.
Or, rather, Drew’s time to see to her.

He just hoped she felt the same tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow, he’d better get going.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening, gorgeous. I’d better get going. I start a new position in the morning. I should probably get home and get some sleep.”

“You’re leaving
Expedex
?” The alarm on her face told him she’d miss him if he did.

“No. I’m being promoted. But it’s nice to know you’d care whether I left or not.”

“Well, of course I’d care,” she grumped and looked away shyly.

Drew lowered his head and placed a quick peck on
Sydni’s
forehead. And that simple peck took wing and turned into a soul-stirring lip lock that made his ass muscles twitch.

Sydni’s
warm hand slid between their bodies and wrapped around his cock.

“Before you leave, how ‘bout some good luck
lovin
’ for your new job tomorrow?”

Sydni
didn’t give him a chance to agree, simply climbed on top of him and slid her warm, tight pussy over his cock. In seconds Drew was seated to the hilt inside of her welcoming body. When she started to move her talented hips, Drew sat up, crossed his legs underneath her lush ass and took hold of her firm cheeks. Latching onto a nipple he suckled a firm berry and bounced her up and down on his rod until he felt the first ripples of her sleek pussy muscles.

Tapping her clit he said, “Lunch tomorrow?”

“How am I supposed to think at a time like this?” she panted, head thrown back.

“Think fast,” he ground out, surging forward and earning a sensual shriek from his lover.

“I’ve never been the submissive type, you bossy bastard.” Another deep lunge of Drew’s cock and she panted like a winded runner.

“Sure you have, beautiful. You were just waiting for me to bring it out of you. A man you can trust enough to really let go. Outside the bedroom, you’re the boss. Inside this room, that job’s mine. Starting right now, so…” He licked her ear and did that growly thing that sent a current of lust zinging through her cells. “Answer my question,
Syd
.”

Another hard delicious dig followed by several shallow thrusts.

“What question? Oh god, Drew,”
Sydni
pleaded. “I need to cum. Please.”

“Lunch tomorrow?”

“Yes!” she yelled.

Speeding up his movements, Drew gritted his teeth, determined she would drench his cock in the next few strokes.

“Damn,
Syd
. I love being inside you. Come for me. Give it to me, baby.”

Her compliance was immediate, fervent…and loud.

Chapter Seven

Feeling antsy for no apparent reason,
Sydni
joined her colleagues around the conference room table. All of the senior execs had arrived and the only person missing was her boss, the CEO of
Expedex
. Ten minutes later, the tardy exec walked in followed by a perfectly tailored suit that covered a body
Sydni
had come to know all too well just last night.

Drew?

“I’d like to introduce a new addition to our executive legal team, Mr. Drew
Caruth
. He’s being promoted to Senior Counsel and will assist the lead attorney in our Japanese division with the expectation of taking it over after he gets comfortable in a few months. As with all our attorneys, he will continue to report to Mr.
Schaff
, the Chief Legal Advisor, but is assigned exclusively to Ms. Cannes division.”

Sydni
bit the inside of her cheek to keep from gasping aloud, but it came out a gurgled sigh anyway. All eyes swung her direction. With a practiced bland expression firmly in place, she tapped her pen against her cheek and pretended to be deep in thought, before further pretending to take notes on the legal pad sitting on the table in front of her.

The old bastard looked directly at
Sydni
and said, “Ms. Cannes, thank you in advance for helping with Drew’s transition. I’m sure you’ll get on well together. Now on to other business…”

All the while, her insides squirmed like a worm on a hook. Why the Japanese division? That was
her
division, damn it. She might be Executive Vice President of International Shipping for Japan, and not responsible for the legal division, but it still felt like Drew was encroaching on her territory, the bastard. Besides, she’d been working with the lead attorney on contracts and proposal for years. Now she’d have to break in a newbie? And it wasn’t just
any
newbie. It was someone she’d slept with. Well, fucked was more like it considering they got very little sleep when Drew had been over at her house. Correction,
used
to come to her house. After today, she wasn’t sure he was welcome anymore.

Why hadn’t the man mentioned his promotion meant coming to her side of the organization?

Ignoring Drew as he sat across the table from her,
Sydni
pushed away her irritation and zoned in on the upcoming projects and business issues. The second the meeting was over she slipped out the door and marched straight back to her office while everyone else welcomed the new guy on the team.

Instructing her receptionist to hold her calls,
Sydni
ensconced herself behind closed doors and tried to concentrate on the details of yet another contract to ship electronics from Japan.

Unbidden, an image appeared of Drew leaning down over her as she sat at her desk pointing out details on this deal or that contract.
Then pressing into her back, getting close enough for her to catch his scent.
Then closer still until she felt his
pecs
, warmth seeping through his shirt and into her skin. She blinked and tried to calm the rush of heat suffusing her body.

A frustrated groan left her throat when she closed her eyes again, and there were his lips slowly approaching to nibble the sweet spot on her neck.

Shit.

Her lids snapped open as her memory brought to mind why she was supposed to be mad at the man. They’d fucked like bunnies yet he hadn’t managed to mention he would be working directly with her from now on?
In her fucking division.
In fact, if she wasn’t mistaken, he’d be no more than an office or two down the hall. So what if she wasn’t actually his boss. That wasn’t the goddamn point.

The intercom quietly beeped.

“
Sore
wa
Cannes
Sydni
des.
Hello, this is
Sydni
Cannes.”

“Mr.
Caruth
is here to see you, ma’am.”

“Thank you,
Tsubaki
-san. Send him in,” she replied politely. “And please hold all calls and appointments for the rest of the day.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She placed the phone on the cradle just as Drew stepped in looking like sin on wheels. Just perfect, ‘cause she felt like a bitch on heels.

“
Wanna
tell me what the hell you’re doing in my division?”

The man had the nerve to tilt his head and look at her like she was crazy.
Sydni
didn’t give a shit. He may be the man in bed. But ‘round here,
she
was the woman.

“Nice to see you too,
Syd
.”
His fingers tapped the deadbolt and the sound of the lock
snicking
into place sent the fine hairs on the back of
Sydni’s
neck into hyper disco mode.

“I didn’t come in here to argue. You promised me lunch today.”

“That was before you deceived me, damn it.”

“Deceived you? What did I lie about,
Syd
? I did mention my
promotion,
I just didn’t mention moving into your space. Why? Because I’m not going to have my woman thinking I want to be with her so she can get me a fucking job.” Jaw ticking and color rising in his cheeks, Drew quietly snapped every word through gritted teeth. The man was actually mad? Now didn’t
that
beat all?
Snark
!

Whoa!
His woman?
Was he serious?

“I never want you to feel used or taken for granted,
Syd
. I want you to feel cherished while I give you the ride of your life. You deserve to be happy, baby. And if I’m not man enough to make my own way, there’s no way I’m man enough to keep you.”

Hell, just take all the heat out of my mad, why
dontcha
.

Unfolding his arms from across his wide chest, his stance was a bit more relaxed, thank god. Drew alone was enough. Drew plus intense pissed off male was too explosive by half. Well, at least he didn’t seem the type to hold a grudge.

“So, where would you like to go?” he asked with a come-hither tilt of his head.

“I don’t have time for lunch.”

“How about
a nice hard fuck, then I bring
you back something to eat after I’ve had my fill of you?”

“Huh?”
Oh how articulate,
Sydni
. God, she wanted to kick herself at how easily he reduced her to a blithering dimwit.

“You didn’t think last night was a one night stand did you?”

“I-I, uh…” In fact, she’d wondered, but had been so exhausted by the time he left her early this morning, she hadn’t had the wits to catch him and have “the talk” about where this all was going.

But now the man was closer than arms length and moving in fast. A full-body shudder worked its way through
Sydni’s
nervous system when an open mouthed lick traveled up her neck, followed by Drew sucking on her earlobe, diamond stud and all.

“I…oh, dear god.
I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I just don’t have time to go anywhere today. Something’s come up.” Yes, work. Work had always been her safe haven. She could hide any… Hold up. She wasn’t hiding from Drew, was she?

“Of course you have time,” he sighed into her ear, then bit that damn spot that made her insides dance an Irish jig as if she were the lead in the cast of
Riverdance
. “Fucking is like Jell-O. There’s always room for Jell-O.” And his voice did that growly thing she liked. Yep, for a woman who’d always been ruled by her intellect and drive to succeed, the man reduced her to a shivering mass of lust and need with little more than a nip or two. In a word, she was toast.
Burnt.
No butter.

Her seat twirled around to face him. Drew wasted no time hitting his knees and pushing hers apart. Why, oh why hadn’t she worn her granny panties and control top hose instead of sheer thigh-highs today?
Because when you got up this morning you recalled a sexy night in Drew’s arms and felt all siren-delicious.

Well, thigh-highs meant there was nothing between Drew and her oozing pussy but a scrap of fabric that barely passed as underwear. If the sight of her old-stand-by drawers hadn’t discouraged him away, then he would have at least had to work at getting the panty hose off.