Bad Boys Online

by Erin McCarthy

  Crud. Candy trailed off, mortified beyond words. She had sashayed into Harold's office and wiggled her rear in Jared's face. There was no reason for him to think anything other than that she was a flirt who got around.

  "Come here." Jared patted his knee as if he were Santa and she were a naughty little girl who needed reassurance.

  Common sense told her not to do it. But of course she did.

  And Santa had never had thighs that muscular.

  Nor had Santa ever asked her about her sex life. Jared did.

  He asked baldly, "When was the last time you were with a man? Before today, that is."

  She swallowed hard and studied the buttons on his shirt. "It was Dean. Three months before I left him two years ago."

  "So you haven't slept with any man since your divorce?"

  "No, I've dated, but just casually."

  "Until today."

  "Yes."

  He frowned. "I screwed up then, Candy. I shouldn't have lost control like that."

  His eyes dropped to her lips. A finger stroked her chin briefly. "You deserve better than that."

  Candy was shocked that he could even think for one minute that it had been less than perfect. It had been wild, yes, and the opposite of what she had thought she wanted, but it had been the most erotic experience of her life.

  So far. She was hoping they could expand on her portfolio here soon.

  "Jared. It was just right. See, I had to know that I could let myself go like that. I was starting to think there was something wrong with me because every man I've dated since the divorce made me feel about as sexy as a fish carcass."

  Jared's mouth fell open. "That's not very sexy."

  She giggled. "No. But I wanted it to be different with you. And it was."

  Jared's hands rested against the small of her back and he had managed to slip under her sweater to touch her skin. "So I made you feel sexy?"

  "Oh, yes."

  His lips brushed her neck. "Do I make you feel sexy now?"

  "Yes."

  "I can make you feel sexier."

  Jared moved up her sides, causing a shiver to pass through her. "But what about Chunk o' Chocolate?"

  Candy's eyes fell closed as Jared reached her breasts and slowly made his way around to the front to caress her nipples.

  "Chocolate is a replacement for sex. You don't need it." His tongue teased her, slipping into her ear then back out.

  She tried to laugh, but it sounded like a wheezing moan. It felt right sitting in his lap, his erection pressing against her and his hot breath pushing down her neck.

  Jared murmured, "I'll never try to possess you. I'll never do anything you don't want. I'll listen."

  Candy put her hands on Jared's shoulders and knew that she'd gone and done the stupid. She had fallen in love with Jared, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it now.

  Her brain, which she had been touting all these years as something to everyone who thought her a ditz, had decided to abandon her. Her body was betraying her by quivering like a Jell-O mold under Jared's touch, leaving her with the damp panty problem all over again.

  Which left her heart on its own to tumble straight forward into idiocy.

  It was her heart that was responsible for her blurting out, "I don't want this day to end."

  Jared's mouth stilled at the corner of hers. "It doesn't have to. Spend the night with me."

  It wasn't a good idea. It was a bad, you're going to wake up and be really damn sorry, idea, but Candy didn't give a rat's patootie.

  She kissed him, savoring the taste of the wine on his lips. "I didn't bring my PJs."

  Jared's eyebrows raised. "Candy, you do not need your PJs."

  "They're cute," she teased him. "Pink with white kitties on them."

  "You're cuter naked." His hands were on the bottom of her sweater, ready to shuck it off her.

  She gripped his shirt. "You've never seen me naked. Not really."

  "All the more reason to hurry." He tugged her sweater, yanking it up to her breasts. "Lift your arms."

  Jared's voice was hard and urgent. Candy did as he requested and said, "Okay, but I get the top."

  He stopped tugging on her sweater. "Top what? I don't have any bunk beds, sugar."

  Candy's arms were still in the air, and the neck of her turtleneck sweater was inside out over her face. "On top of you."

  She wiggled, red fuzz clinging to her lips and her eyelashes matting. "Now get this sweater off me. I can't breathe or see anything."

  Jared pulled until her head popped through, her hair flattened into her eyes. She waved her arms around in the air. "My hands are still stuck."

  But Jared was too busy unhooking her front-clasp bra to help her out. When his mouth closed around her nipple and drew her toward him, Candy found she didn't give a darn if she was tangled up in cable knit.

  Flinging her sweater-trapped arms over his head, she arched her back and let him at them.

  Chapter Seven

  Jared sucked on Candy until she was squirming and calling his name. Her arms were still trapped behind his head, her cherry sweater rubbing against his neck, and it kept her from moving very far.

  A hand on her back and one on her breast and she was stuck firmly in place, despite her wiggling around on his lap. He was enjoying her growing desperation. It was close to matching his.

  Pulling back, he stared at her rosy nipple, shiny from his mouth and firm like a plump grape. He couldn't resist a little nip.

  Candy jerked forward. Somehow she managed to yank her arms free and he felt the sweater trail down his back. She pushed her hair back off her face and slid her bra down off each shoulder and onto the floor.

  Then she sat back, taking her nipples out of his reach, making an enticing picture as she arched her back topless. It took him two seconds of gazing at her naked breasts to beg, "Take your jeans off."

  "I still get the top, remember?" she warned as she shimmied back and stood up.

  Even if he had forgotten, his boner would have reminded him. He nodded. "Oh, hell, yeah, I remember."

  She smiled and he just about came on the spot. If he had been falling for her before, he was gone now that he had heard about her shit-for-brains ex-husband.

  He had liked her before. He had respected her. Now he admired her too. Despite her overt femininity, Candy was a strong woman.

  The woman for him.

  Candy undid the button on her jeans, then the zipper, with all the speed of an anemic turtle, a mischievous grin on her face.

  "Hurry up," he said, no shame whatsoever. "Or I'm going to rip them off you."

  "You would not." Her hand stopped moving altogether.

  "Do you want to find out?"

  She laughed. "No, not really."

  Turning to the side, she pushed the jeans down over her hips, her hands gliding along the rounded curve of her ass. His mouth went dry.

  She had on different panties than earlier. These were fire-engine red. Rip-them-off-me red.

  To think when he'd stepped into Harold's office today he had thought he would be able to resist her. He'd never stood a chance.

  Candy held on to his table while she kicked off her boots and stepped out of the jeans. She turned to him, wearing nothing but those satiny panties. Her tongue slipped out and moistened her lips.

  Jesus. He was so goddamn lucky.

  "Much better than girly cat pajamas," he managed to say.

  She smiled. Two steps and she was in front of him. He wrapped his arm around her back and closed the remaining inches between them. Running his mouth along her salty skin, he sucked lightly just below her rib cage.

  "Good enough to eat," he murmured.

  Candy climbed onto his lap, straddling him. "You're overdressed for the part."

  "So are you."

  "I'm only wearing panties."

  "That's too much."

  He was distracted by the tantalizing view of her flushed breasts directly in front of his mouth. Forgetting
about stripping off her panties for now, he focused on the obvious.

  With his tongue.

  Back and forth, over and around, slicking her nipple, nibbling and pulling on the taut skin. She smelled like spring, fresh and alive, and he held on to the small of her back, keeping her close to him.

  Candy tried to move away from him. "No, stop. I can't take it."

  Jared moved to her other breast and gave it the same extended treatment. "Yes, you can. You can take it all."

  "I can't." Her ass rubbed against his thighs and she tried to rock up on his cock with the front of her panties.

  He shifted out of the way of her touch, his finger working the other nipple he didn't have his mouth around.

  Candy moaned. "Jared, I don't want to come yet. You're going to make me come."

  That was the plan.

  She went up on her knees, hitting his bare arm with her inner thighs as she struggled to get her breasts away from him. Jared felt the cool dampness of her desire on his skin.

  That got him to pull back and look down into his lap. The middle of her red satin panties was dark with moisture, and the stain was spreading.

  Man, she was sexy.

  He brought his thumb over her mound, tracing the damp spot on her panties. "You're a little wet, aren't you?"

  She wiggled around as if she could somehow shift his finger inside her panties. "I'm really wet."

  He laughed softly, but Candy didn't. She reached out and ripped his shirt apart, sending buttons in three directions. He was so shocked he hit his back against the bars of the wooden chair he was sitting on. He stared at her in a horny stupor.

  "I've always wanted to try that," she said, shoving his sleeves down his arms to puddle at his wrists.

  "You did it like an old pro."

  Candy didn't answer, just ran her fingers across his bare chest, scraping her nails. Her eyes were trained on him.

  "You're such a hottie," she said finally, her searching hands moving up to his shoulders to stroke and caress.

  Jared had never been called a hottie before. Coming from anyone else, he would have taken serious exception. From Candy, it pleased the hell out of him.

  He couldn't wait another damn minute. He wanted to taste her again. Grabbing the back of her head, he pulled her forward until their lips met in a wild grinding kiss, full of slippery lips and pushy tongues.

  Hands in her panties, he squeezed her firm ass, dipping his thumbs to brush on the underside of each cheek.

  Candy pinched his nipples, driving him nuts, while she moved up and down on him, the movements as raw and lacking in finesse as their continued kiss.

  Jared rocked the chair back, wanting Candy to slide forward in his lap. She did, her breasts landing against his chest as she squeezed her thighs around his legs.

  It felt as if he were winging through time and space, rocking with passion, caught somewhere between reality and ecstasy.

  He pulled her lip into his mouth to suck hard. And a minute later he really was sailing through the air.

  Candy jerked at the jolt that kicked her in the gut when Jared tugged on her lip. She threw her arms forward and wound up knocking Jared's knees with her calves.

  Mouths still wrapped around each other, Candy heard him make a startled sound before they both went over with an obnoxious crash as the chair slammed into the floor.

  Candy blinked and caught her breath as she landed hard on Jared. He was flat on his back, staring up at her as if he had no idea what had just happened.

  "Are you okay?"

  He nodded. "You?"

  His hand returned to fondling her bottom, so she knew he wasn't injured. "I'm great. Better than great."

  "Good."

  He touched her chin, guiding her down to him for a kiss. It was a soft gesture, tender, and Candy gave up trying to pretend that she wasn't head over heels for Jared. He was still serious, strong, and sexy as hell, but he also looked almost sweet.

  The kiss was sweet as well, but it shifted quickly. It expanded, quickened, Jared's whiskers rubbing her chin raw. She didn't care, she just wanted to feel him, taste him. Her breasts were brushing against his chest, making her ache for more.

  Before she could beg for that, Jared said, "Let me get my pants off. Then you can take the top."

  "Condom?" she said as she detached herself from his lap. She sat on the floor as he rolled off the chair and got rid of his pants.

  "Got it." Jared pulled a whole box out of his pants pocket.

  Candy fought the urge to lick her lips. That was a lot of condoms. Maybe Jared had more in mind than just tonight.

  He righted the chair and sat back in it, the condom already rolled on. "Come have a seat."

  Still on the floor, Candy bent her knees up and slid her panties down, leaving them carelessly where they fell. She stood up and stopped in front of Jared, placing her hands on his shoulders to brace herself.

  Closing her eyes halfway, she moved her legs on either side of the chair. Then let out a startled cry when Jared's finger found its way inside her.

  "Just making sure you're still ready."

  "I'm ready." She meant to move back out his reach, but somehow her body rocked the wrong way. Forward. Onto his ringer.

  He gave a soft laugh. "If you like one so much, you'll like two even better."

  Another finger slid alongside the first, fitting her snugly as he went deep inside her. When his other hand reached out and stroked her clitoris, Candy cried out.

  "Of course, if you like this, you'll like the real thing even better."

  She nodded. He withdrew his fingers.

  Candy used her hand to guide him, then sank down onto the length of Jared, biting her lip as she did. Pausing a moment, she swallowed hard, enjoying the curse that flew out of Jared's mouth.

  But when she tried to ride him, she discovered a problem. "I can't move on you like this. There's nothing to push off of."

  Her feet were trapped behind his knees.

  But Jared nibbled on her shoulder. "No problem. I can move."

  His first thrust was slow and gentle, but within seconds, he had dissolved into hard, urgent movements, which left her gasping. Each thrust sent her up into the air and she clung to him, pinching his skin and digging in with her nails.

  The angle sent him deep into her, robbing her of her breath. Her nipples hit his chest, and the light brush of his hard ab muscles against her clitoris was a cruel tease.

  Jared stopped without warning.

  "What?" she moaned, trying again in vain to pull herself up and down on him.

  He didn't say anything, just stood up with her still on him in an impressive muscular move. He rocked once into her, then lowered her to her feet.

  "Standing up?" she asked with a grin, waiting for him to start moving again. She wasn't tall enough to work this angle either.

  He didn't grin back. His eyes were dark, searching. "Actually I want you to turn around. Will you let me do that?"

  She saw what he was doing. Jared was asking her to trust him. To understand that he wasn't like her ex. She knew that already and she wanted him to know she trusted him with everything. Even her heart.

  Candy pulled back until he was no longer inside her. "Yes, I'll let you do that."

  Then she turned around and splayed her hands on the dining room table, bending over a little.

  "You're incredible," Jared murmured before easing himself into her vagina from behind.

  He wasn't so bad either. Candy closed her eyes as he went in and out, thrusting harder. She pushed her hips back to meet him and felt her orgasm building up inside her. She was tight and on the edge already when his finger snaked around and rubbed her clitoris.

  "Jared."

  His answer was a push so hard and deep that she lost her grip on the table and stumbled forward. Her hand landed in a plateful of pasta, now cold. It stayed there while she cried out her orgasm, shuddering and arching her back.

  "Candy." Jared removed his finger from her as
he came, holding on to her hips and pulsing into her.

  His orgasm blended with the final waves of hers, and she closed her eyes to feel him. All of him, filling her from deep inside.

  Candy squeezed her inner muscles and was rewarded with another shudder from Jared before he leaned heavily against her back. His weight felt good, solid, steady.

  Her racing heart quieted down and she pried her eyes open. Dragging a breath in, she looked in front of her and giggled.

  "What?" His breath tickled her hot skin under her shoulder blade.

  She held her right hand up. "I fell in the dinner."

  "Whoops." Then he leaned over and pulled her fingers into his mouth, running each finger up and down thoroughly.

  A burst of fresh desire hit her between the thighs. She was fully aware that Jared had hardened again inside her.

  "Mmm. Tastes good."

  Then he pulled out of her and dropped her hand.

  "Tease," she said as she leaned on the table and watched him remove the condom. She had no interest in moving right now, even if it meant her behind was in the air. She felt too good to move.

  "You won't be calling me a tease in a minute when I get another condom on."

  "What do you need another condom for? I thought we might do some work on Chunk o' Chocolate."

  "Screw Chunk o' Chocolate," he said over his shoulder as he went down the hall to the bathroom. "The only thing I'm going to do with chocolate is melt it and lick it off your body."

  There was an idea. Candy wondered where the nearest store was that carried those flavored massage oils the online counseling had recommended.

  As she pondered the delights of licking chocolate off Jared, she finally looked around the condo. During their short-lived dinner, she hadn't looked anywhere but at him. Now she could see it was a nice place.

  He decorated the way he dressed. Simple, classic. With a touch of rugged. Most of his furniture was in burgundy, and his dining room table was a rich mahogany, while the walls were stark white.

  "You like that position, don't you?" he asked as he came back, strutting a bit like a rooster in her opinion.

  "What do you mean?" She forced her uncooperative muscles to move, and finally stood up.

  "You spent half the day in Harold's office bent over just like that. Only you were wearing clothes then."