by TJ Michaels
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.
“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.