Caramel Kisses

by TJ Michaels

  “Drew?”

  “Look, woman, I have to get my fix,” he said seriously, trying to look all kinds of innocent. Didn’t work. Perhaps it was due to the devilish grin that he tried to keep from spreading across his lips. “I’ll never make it the next twelve hours without touching you.”

  “Well, I’ll never make it if you do touch me.”

  “Sure you can. Just cum quietly.”

  Dear god, what had she done to deserve this? Whatever it was, it had obviously been something really, really good. Or really, really bad.

  Drew’s lips approached one of the many sensitive spots on her neck that he’d found since they’d become lovers. This one was just below her left ear. The pads of two fingers had just tapped her rapidly swelling clit when the flight attendant returned, practically thrusting Drew’s Coke into his face.

  Drew ignored the woman with practiced ease. Without missing a single nip or tug on Sydni’s earlobe, he said in as deadpan a voice she’d ever heard, “Oh. You’re back. Just sit the drinks down and there’ll be nothing else. At least not right now. Later we may need a warm towel.”

  And he proceeded to lick a path up Sydni’s neck so blatantly hot it wrung a gasp and a shudder from Sydni. The man didn’t bother to acknowledge how wide the other woman’s eyes became, nor how much they narrowed before she departed.

  * * * * *

  So far vacationing with Drew had been a blast. Sydni was having an awesome time exploring the land of The Lord of the Rings. There couldn’t possibly be another place like New Zealand anywhere on Earth. And certainly not another man anywhere like Drew. In addition to arranging the most out-of-the-way accommodations, he’d arranged helicopter tours of some of the locations where the movie had been filmed. The land was wild and untamed in places, bringing to mind certain scenes from her favorite epic film. And she had her own action hero in a rugby player’s body, but with a more stylish haircut.

  Sydni leaned back in her chaise and frowned down at the baby powder fine sand underneath her feet, debating whether she wanted to swim and get sand up her ass, or just lay here and watch Drew play. Raising her gaze, she watched her man approach and had to force herself to breathe. As usual.

  Rising up out of the waves, Drew dripped sex. After planting his surf board into the sand every step he made toward her sent her stomach rippling up into her throat. The water dripped down his body in sparkling rivulets, leaving wet paths in the downy hair of his bare chest. Packed slabs of muscle bunched and flexed as he wicked the water down and away from his arms. God the man had the most delicious thighs and well-formed calves she’d ever seen on a man. And an ass to simply die for, which happened to be nicely outlined by his soaked swim trunks.

  His dark mop of hair was plastered to his head, curling about the ends as he made his way toward her, dripping wet. The dripping made her think of how he made other things…drip.

  Yes, he looked great in shorts, and even better in nothing. His chaise groaned as he settled down in it right next to her with a contented sigh.

  “Whoever thought sex on the beach was a great idea must have been crazy,” Sydni mumbled watching him try to get the stuff off his legs. It hung on to the fine little hairs for dear life.

  “Not crazy, just a fraud.”

  “You mean the person who thought of selling it as something sexy had never done it before?”

  “Exactly. Who would be stupid enough to fuck on the beach? The last thing a man wants is sand up his cock.”

  Sydni laughed, enjoying Drew’s wit. She settled deeper into the cushions of her lounger, more relaxed than she’d been in years. In truth, the man made her feel comfortable. Like an old robe or her favorite pair of slippers, she was becoming so used to his presence, she didn’t want to think of what it would be like without him. Nor did she want to think about breaking in a new pair of comfies.

  Sigh. Yes, Drew was a keeper.

  After a few minutes of trying to read her novel, her attention was caught by a movement from the direction she couldn’t keep her eyes from straying to anyway. Drew had risen and now stood next to her. She looked up and came face to face with a cock pushing against the front of his swim shorts. Oh boy.

  Sydni dropped her book, grasped his hand and let him lead her into the house and straight to the shower.

  After rinsing the sand from their bodies, Drew snatched Sydni’s favorite massage oil off the dresser and headed for the screened-in private veranda out back.

  “Coming?” he tossed over his shoulder. She grabbed a couple of clean towers and scrambled after him. Naked, he lay down on the leveled lounge and held out the bottle to her. “Do me, first?”

  No problems there. Touching the man, easing her fingers over those miles of muscles, teasing him with her hands until he went crazy. Yep, she could certainly do him first.

  She took the bottle from his hands and dumped a liberal amount into her palm, rubbing it back and forth so the friction would warm it. Working her fingers into the muscles of his shoulders and upper back she massaged and stroked, smiling at his groan of appreciation.

  “God, that feels so good, Syd.” After a few sighs and moans she eased up on that part of his back and concentrated on the tight muscles around his lower spine. Then it was down to his perfectly formed, trophy-deserving backside. Pressing her elbow into the hollow of one butt cheek she applied pressure a bit at a time to loosen the muscle. It was amazing how much stress a person carried in their butt cheeks. And since she planned to make sure Drew worked his thoroughly later, it was only fair to make sure he was good and relaxed now.

  Working her way down his hamstrings, she finished with his calves and finally his feet. And since she’d been wicked, pressing hot open mouthed kisses and little nips to his heated skin from the time she started the massage, she wasn’t surprised to find a fully erect cock rising up to greet her after she instructed him to turn over.

  “You are a wicked, wicked woman.” She grinned until he said, “And payback is a bitch.” He flashed a lascivious grin as he sat up, swung his legs off the low lounge and stalked her. “Your turn.”

  Sydni took off at a dead run.

  There was one thing he’d learned about Syd on this trip—the woman could run for the U.S. Olympic team if she’d been so inclined. Quick as a whip and agile, his sweetheart had a pair of legs that weren’t just for show.

  But today, he was ready for her. The second she took off out of the veranda and around the side of the house, he was on her in a flash. Shrieks, followed by wild giggles, filled the private alley when his arm snaked around her waist and hauled her back against his chest.

  “Little minx,” he murmured against her ear, then proceeded to tickle her until she squealed. All the while her ass tortured his cock as she tried to get away.

  Drew’s tickling morphed into sensuous slides of his fingers over her bare skin. Her giggles became sighs as the skin of her back rubbed against sensitive male nipples. She sucked in a ragged breath as one of his hands slid over her belly and up to palm a warm breast. The other lowered to tease the pouty lips of her now glistening sex.

  So that little massage back there turned you on as much as it did me?” he whispered into her ear before pulling the lobe into his mouth to suckle.

  “Oh god, yes,” she panted. The swivel of her hips and arch of her lovely back screamed how far gone she was. God, the woman was so hot and uninhibited something inside of Drew snapped. He had to have her now.

  Drew’s fingers slid through the folds of her pussy. As always she was amazed at how the easy glide of those fingers were so at odds with the brute strength that lay just underneath the surface. So tender, yet so strong. Sensitive, but as far from sappy as East was from West. Dominant, caring and giving. How on earth did the man find room in that body of his for all the different facets that made him who he was?

  “God, Syd, your pussy if so wet for me.”

  Suddenly, Sydni found herself whirled around and pressed up against the nearest surface—a wall on one
side of their carport.

  “I can’t wait, Syd. I need you now.”

  And in one stroke, he was home. Balls deep in her cocoa pink heat, the flared head of Drew’s cock stroked over bundles of nerve endings, making her shiver. She’d already been hot after giving him her little teasing rub down. Now her pussy was a-blaze and she needed relief right damn now.

  With one leg pulled up over the crook of his elbow, Sydni held onto Drew’s biceps for balance as he pushed into her like a madman. Fast, deep, hard strokes that sent her streaking toward climax so fast her head spun dizzily.

  “Is it good, baby?” he panted.

  “Yes. God, yes,” she yelled, trying to move her hips to meet his strokes. It was so good. Hell, beyond good. Sydni wasn’t sure there was a word for the explosive attraction they shared.

  “Fuck!” Drew roared, trying to get even deeper. The muscles in his neck began to strain and stand out in stark relief to the smooth planes of his chest. He was wound up tight. And Syd wanted him to blow right along with her.

  Sydni felt her climax gathering power as it circled around and around her womb. Then Drew reached behind her, dipped his finger in the dewy cream where his cock disappeared into her pussy, then smeared it around her puckered rear hole. The sensation sent her rocketing toward the edge.

  Then he slipped the tip of a finger inside. Sydni toppled over that edge. But Drew didn’t go with her. The man had something altogether different in mind.

  Plucking Sydni completely off her feet, Drew hurried back through the house and out the backdoor to their private stretch of beach, still buried deep in Sydni’s lush, warm body.

  He stopped in front of the lounger where it all began.

  Sydni looked down and laughed, squeezing his cock, making him groan.

  “You know good and well this little ole beach lounge is not going to hold our heavy asses.”

  “Of course not,” he leered. “I plan to hold your ass, while the chair holds mine.”

  He sat down, careful to keep her sweet cunt wrapped around his gridiron cock. Straddling him, her feet were planted firmly in the sand. The angle was just the slightest bit different and made the ride nothing short of exquisite.

  “Ride me, baby. Take me hard,” he entreated, eyes almost crossed with lust. And she did. Rode him hard and wild, just like he wanted.

  “Oh god, Drew!” she yelled. “Oh this is so…so…” Yeah, he knew exactly how she felt. He couldn’t seem to find the words either.

  Sydni was positive she’d never been so full of cock before. This position was different than riding from her knees. Her feet in the sand gave her just a bit more leverage, caused her hips to cant just a bit more forward. In turn Drew’s cock stroked a bundle of nerves that had never experienced the touch of a man’s flesh. Eyes closed, Sydni let the sensations wash through her—the oneness she felt with her lover, the soft scented ocean breeze blowing across her bare skin, softness of the powder-fine sand sifting through her toes. The fine short hairs of Drew’s groin rubbing against her tender folds. His fingers plumping her nipples as he fucked into her body. The last rays of the sun shining on her back as it sank into the sea. And the voice of the man she couldn’t imagine being without telling her, for the first time, that he loved her.

  Chapter Twelve

  After spending a couple of days recuperating from jet lag, it was time to go back to the office. And once Sydni got there, she wished she’d stayed in bed when Tsubaki-san patched a call through from one of the secretaries upstairs.

  Sydni listened carefully unable to keep her mouth from falling open in shock. This couldn’t be right. No way. No how.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Sydni demanded from the woman on the phone.

  The secretary hissed in response, obviously trying to keep her voice down. “I said…”

  “I know what you said. Now what the hell did you really mean?” Sydni didn’t think she’d been this upset since the day her parents announced they were moving back to the South just as Charli was due to start her first semester of college. Unfortunately, they’d taken their money with them and Sydni had to figure out how to pay for Charli’s books and get her tuition in so she could actually start classes on time. And she had no million dollar bonuses headed her way from anywhere at the time.

  “Drew Caruth was just led out of the building by security. He’d just come into his office a half-hour before and booted up his laptop when the senior management team called him up here. Next thing I knew, security showed up and took him out. They didn’t even let him go back to his desk to get any of his personal things. I heard him ask someone to at least have his administrative assistant bring his briefcase and keys so he could get into his car. Rumor has it that Alex Voltier is behind this. Claiming sexual harassment or some such.”

  “Son of a bitch!” Sydni didn’t even bother hanging up the phone and was out her door in a flash. When she got to Drew’s office his things appeared undisturbed. Good. She’d gotten there before anyone else had a chance to ransack his belongings. Sydni packed his stuff as quickly as possible. Her hand was on the top of his laptop, lowering it so it would shutdown so she could toss it into his big attaché case with everything else that looked important.

  She knew it was a risk, but one she had to take. There was no way in hell Drew had committed such a crime. But if there was anything that might clear him, it was probably somewhere in this room.

  Whoa, what was this? Just as she was closing the laptop, an instant message alert flashed at the bottom of his screen. Curiosity got the better of her.

  I hope I don’t end up like that cat who did the whole curiosity thing, she thought, then clicked on the little icon noting the date was the same day they’d left for vacation. Obviously Drew hadn’t had a chance to check his messages.

  Hey handsome. I’m glad you weren’t upset at our little interaction. Hope I answered all of your questions. And most of all, thank you for being a gentleman. Good luck with everything. And let me know if you change your mind about dinner…or any other things you might happen to want. Always, Alex.

  Hmm. What was that about?

  Sydni closed the IM, careful to save it first, then reached for the files that were open on his desk. One of them was the Sony contract. The same damn one that had her stumped before. Drew had highlighted several sections with questions and comments. Looked like he was on to something. But Sydni didn’t have time to figure it out now. She had to get out of here before anyone caught her. If the Expedex security folks got here before she could get out again, they’d confiscate everything. They certainly wouldn’t give him his laptop. No, they’d scrub it clean and send it back to inventory. They’d also probably overlook the little note from Alex that might be all it took to get Drew off the hook in the first place.

  The only things she left were his keys on the desk and his suit jacket on the hook behind the door. Silently locking up behind herself, Sydni put the thick leather strap over her shoulder and hauled Drew’s attaché to her car then returned to her office for a second.

  After placing a few bogus off-site meetings on her calendar she intercommed her secretary.

  “Tsubaki-san, I’m heading out for some last minute meetings. I’ll be back right after lunch. With that she made a call to Charli on her way out of the parking lot.

  Drew couldn’t believe it. The one woman he’d made crystal clear that he wasn’t interested in sex was now claiming he’d harassed her for sex. He wondered when the hell that was supposed to have happened considering he and Sydni had been out of the country for the past two and a half weeks. Bitch.

  Well, at least they didn’t take my phone, he mused as he clicked it open. It was Charli’s phone number.

  “Hey, Charli.”

  “Hey, you,” Charli responded. “Where are you?”

  “I’m on the way home. Security just brought me my keys and my suitcoat.”

  “Good. I’m on my way to your house,” she paused. “With your things.”

/>   “Really? Great. See you shortly and thanks.”

  He knew Sydni was responsible and floored the gas, moving as quickly as he was able toward his destination.

  Chapter Thirteen

  It had been two weeks since Drew had been suspended from his position. He’d spent his days piecing together whatever he was onto in regard to the electronics shipping deal that had him stumped before. And Sydni got more and more pissed off the longer he dug into it. He’d said it involved Alex Voltier, but the stubborn man wouldn’t tell her what it was, saying he didn’t want her involved in case it all went to hell in a hand basket. So she’d quietly allowed him to borrow her copies of the contracts and let him do his lawyer thing.

  She’d managed to use her standing in the company to get the senior partners who served on the board of directors to hear his defense instead of taking it to arbitration, or worse, to the District Attorney. Sydni sat in her chair feeling more like bacteria under a microscope than a senior executive at this firm.

  “It is exactly eight a.m., Ms. Cannes. Let’s begin.” This from Mr. Epps, a literal senior partner. The man was so old, Sydni was sure he’d invented dirt. He was a no nonsense kind of man, but he was also fair. Just as she opened her mouth to address the board Drew chose that moment to enter the room.

  “Excuse me, sir, I apologize for being late. May I?” he asked motioning to a seat across the conference room table from Sydni.

  She took a deep breath and put her cards on the table. “Mr. Epps, members of the board, I don’t believe Mr. Caruth harassed Alexandra Voltier.”

  “And why is that, Ms. Cannes,” Mr. Epps asked in a bored, or perhaps tired, voice.

  “Because, sir, we’ve been dating since before he received the promotion to my division. He’s spent practically every hour he hasn’t been working with me.”