Sweetest Obsessions - Anthology

by Anthony, Jane

I continued to toy with one of her nipples, while my free hand slipped down her stomach and disappeared between her legs. I rubbed small, insistent circles against her heat through the tight denim of her jeans. Her hips bucked forward against my hand instinctively, seeking more pressure.

  “I—” Her breath caught in her throat in a way that drove me crazy. I kissed her slender throat, my erection straining against my pants as I listened to her struggle to form words. “Since … since the bar,” she managed.

  “And when you saw me at Pace?”

  “Yes, then.”

  “When you sat in my limo?”

  “Yes, then.”

  “When we made muffins?”

  “Yes, then, too.” She smiled.

  I stopped teasing her with my hands, and she gave an adorable whimper of frustration. I was going to have fun with her, I could tell. Sex with Audrey had always been a delicious—if distant—possibility, the stuff of daydreams. But having her here in my arms and seeing how receptive she was to every little tease and touch? I could hardly wait to be deep inside her, to feel every little tremor that went through her body.

  “Show me your bedroom,” I whispered into her ear.

  Audrey took my hand and guided me through the dark apartment to a door across from the living room. She flicked the light on as we passed through the doorway. The space was small, cozy, and modestly furnished. That was about all I had time to notice before I was backing Audrey toward her low bed, my hands on her hips, my mouth locked onto hers.

  I put my hands on her shoulders, forcing her to sit. A slight shove had her on her back. I unbuttoned her jeans, and she lifted her hips so I could peel them off. Her panties came next, already soaked, even though I had barely touched her.

  “Look at you,” I purred, spreading her thighs open. “You look good enough to eat.”

  “Oh, God,” Audrey moaned.

  “It’s Aaron, actually,” I teased, lifting her legs over my shoulders before bringing her to the edge of the bed with a firm jerk. “Feel free to scream it at any time.”

  I dropped my mouth down to place a quick kiss on her quivering pussy. She shivered as my tongue swiped out to taste. I closed my lips over her clit with a groan and sucked greedily, one hand leaving her thigh. With my thumb, I gently stroked along her opening, flicking my tongue across her slit before returning to her clit. I licked it in a steady rhythm.

  Audrey’s thighs tightened around my head, and I hummed with amusement. I glanced up to see her expression, only to realize that her eyes were closed.

  I stopped and pulled back. “No, baby.” I placed a few gentle nibbles along her hip, making her squirm. “You’re going to watch me go down on you.”

  Audrey whimpered, biting her lip as she dragged her eyes back open to meet mine.

  I licked a path along the hip I had been nibbling on, hair falling into my eyes as I moved. “Good girl.” With that, my mouth returned to her mound, lapping at her wetness with a soft growl.

  “Ohhh,” Audrey moaned, her hands grasping her bedsheets.

  “We haven’t even gotten started yet.” I took another swipe at her with my tongue before smirking. “You’re already squirming so deliciously.”

  “God damn, Aaron.”

  “Hmm?” I asked, mouth too preoccupied with tasting her to form proper words.

  “You’re …” Audrey broke off into a moan, legs tightening around my head.

  I closed my lips around her clit again, sucking hard and making her buck wildly against me. One of her hands reached up to tangle in my hair, and I leaned into the touch.

  Without warning, I pushed my tongue inside her, and Audrey bolted upright, both hands pulling at my hair. I began a steady in-and-out rhythm with my tongue. Audrey moved her hips along with me as her body started to shake and twitch, signaling the build-up to her orgasm.

  “Aaron,” Audrey gasped. “I’m so close.”

  I dragged myself away, breaking all physical contact as I wiped her wetness from my mouth with the back of my hand. “Not yet,” I ordered. “You don’t come until I say you do. Understood?”

  Audrey forced herself up onto her elbows, her body drenched in sweat and shaking from a mix of exertion and desire. “Yes. But am I at least going to get to touch you?”

  I smirked as I undid the button on my jeans. Audrey watched the movement hungrily. “Oh, you’ll get to touch me,” I promised with a wink. I motioned down with a small nod.

  Audrey pushed herself all the way up and crawled over to me. Her hands made quick work of my jeans and underwear. My dick was rock hard, and all I wanted was for her to wrap her pretty mouth around it, but she sat there for a moment, just studying it. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

  “Like what you see?”

  Audrey glanced up, throwing me a small smirk. Without a word, she ran her tongue along the length of me before taking the tip of my cock between her lips. My hands slid into her hair, and I buried myself in her mouth. She nearly gagged but managed to pull back just in time. When I did thrust again, Audrey anticipated my action and relaxed her throat, taking more of me in for a smoother thrust.

  I groaned and set a rhythmic pace, thrusting in and out of her mouth as her tongue swirled around me. Audrey shifted slightly to remove the strain from her neck, and, as she did, I noticed her hand sneak between her legs.

  I pulled away and reached out to grab her chin. “What did I say?”

  “I was just—”

  “Going to touch yourself,” I finished, my other hand sliding back into her hair. I leaned down and trailed the tip of my tongue up her neck. “I want to be the one to touch you.”

  “So, touch me,” Audrey pleaded. “Please …”

  “You know, I was sure you wouldn’t beg so easily,” I commented, mouth still dancing along her neck.

  “You underestimate how much I want you inside me,” Audrey blurted out, arms circling my neck.

  I climbed up onto the bed with her and spread her knees so I could settle between them. My dick slid along her pussy as my hips thrust forward. “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.”

  Audrey gave me a coy smile, tilting her head to the side to expose more of her neck. “I can fake beg if that’ll make you feel better.”

  I thrust against her again, harder than before—and filled her with one jarring stroke.

  Audrey gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders and her back arching.

  “I don’t need your fake begging,” I growled. Audrey cried out as I thrust into her again—harder than before. “I’m sure I can drag the real thing out of you.”

  Audrey gasped at the sensation.

  I pushed her onto her back, my hands finding purchase on her waist. My thrusts rocked her whole body, and I watched her squirm and shove her hips up to meet me. The angle and pacing were enough for her to feel every inch of me.

  I watched her intently, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth. God, she was beautiful. I couldn’t get enough. Even as I pumped in and out of her, I wanted more.

  Audrey looked like she wanted to close her eyes, but she stopped herself. “Talk to me,” she pleaded. “Please? Do I feel good?”

  I let out a deep groan. “You feel fucking amazing,” I told her, hips moving faster. “You’re so beautiful, dripping wet and panting for me.” I trailed the fingers of my left hand down into the valley between her breasts, making her arch into my touch.

  She cried out when my thumb lazily circled her clit. My earlier attention and her lack of release had left her oversensitive. She clenched around me, body tense as she tried not to come.

  I pulled out.

  “No,” Audrey whined. “Aaron, please.”

  “There’s a proper beg.”

  “Yes, you have me begging,” Audrey said. “Please, please … let me come.”

  I ignored her in favor of climbing further onto the bed. I settled against her pillows, and she watched as I started to tug on myself. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine. “Get over here and tur
n around,” I commanded.

  Audrey scrambled onto all fours and straddled my body as she lined herself up over my dick. Her thighs were glistening from her own wetness, and I seized her waist, yanking her down onto me. The movement caught her off guard, and she leaned back on her hands to catch herself, giving me the opportunity to lick and bite her neck as I made her ride me.

  “You’re going to call my name when you come,” I murmured into her ear.

  “Wouldn’t … be … the first time.”

  The thought of Audrey lying in bed with her hand between her legs and my name on her lips almost made me lose control, and I swallowed a groan. “Oh, yeah?” I asked. “How many times have you touched yourself and thought of me?”

  Audrey bounced on my lap, her gorgeous tits jiggling up and down, and her skin slapping against mine lewdly. It echoed throughout the apartment, her moans nearly drowning out the sound. “Too many to count.”

  I grabbed her thighs, using them for leverage as I took her, keeping her legs spread wide.

  “Aaron,” she begged. “Please … Please, let me come. I can’t hold it anymore …”

  “Oh, you can come for me, darlin’,” I urged. “Come for me. Let me hear how you call my name.”

  I snaked my hand between her legs and pressed down on her clit.

  She cried out louder than before.

  “Aaron!”

  I felt her spasm around me, and a few short thrusts later, I pulled out, shooting my load all over her thighs and lower stomach.

  We collapsed in a sticky, tangled heap of sweat and release, too content for the moment to worry about anything—even the mess.

  10

  Audrey

  I hadn’t felt this light in years.

  I woke up the next morning in a delightful haze. It was like the world had a filter on it, making it softer, rosier. Aaron and I had spent the weekend together at my place, mostly naked. Since we had already broken our no-sex rule, we decided we might as well go big or go home.

  When Monday rolled around, my pussy was sore—but my body was satisfied. For once, I was ready for the week. I couldn’t stop smiling on my way to work, and my perpetual grin made Caroline stop me in the lobby to ensure I promised to spill all the details about my weekend with “Mr. Hot-and-Rich.”

  However, my good mood shattered when I walked into work to find Ronny at my desk, pacing a hole in the cheap carpet underfoot while he waited for me to arrive.

  “I need to talk to you,” he blurted as soon as he saw me.

  My stomach twisted with concern, and I followed him into the conference room. Two people I didn’t recognize sat waiting for us, looking stiff and out of place. From their suits and the shiny badges on their belts, I could tell they were law enforcement of some kind, probably police.

  “What’s going on?” I asked warily. The door swung shut behind me, and it felt frightening and final.

  “Audrey,” Ronny began, wringing his hands. I had told him that the nervous habit was one he needed to break, but he had never been able to stop. “These are Detectives Mosedale and Sawyer from the NYPD. They need to ask you a few questions about Aaron Patterson.”

  “Is he okay? Did something happen?”

  It had only been a few hours since we’d parted, but I hadn’t heard from him. I realized after I’d spoken that my jump to concern betrayed my closeness to Aaron, that the relationship I had tried to keep quiet over the last week was now apparent to everyone in the room, including my cousin. My face reddened.

  Detective Mosedale gave me a grim look. “We need to speak with you, Miss Miller, and Mr. Pace was kind enough to provide us with a private setting.”

  Ronny offered me a seat which I accepted with a growing sense of dread. I expected him to sit next to me, but instead, he sat on the other side of the table between the other two men. He fidgeted in his chair, refusing to meet my eyes, and looked at the detectives as though waiting for their instructions on how to proceed. I realized with a sinking feeling that I knew exactly what was going on.

  This was an interrogation. Only, instead of the glaring lights and gray-walled cells of a TV police procedural, we sat in the cozy conference room at Pace, a place where, until this point, I’d felt comfortable and safe. I couldn’t help but feel a little betrayed by Ronny’s collaboration, even though I knew he probably hadn’t had much of a say in the whole thing.

  “Miss Miller, given your reaction, I guess you are currently romantically involved with Mr. Aaron Patterson, correct?” Detective Sawyer had an intimidating, confident masculine aura about him—from his short hair, to his dark stubble, to the way his green-brown eyes seemed to appraise everything in the room. He moved like someone with combat training, someone who knew how to hurt people when the situation called for it.

  “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” I didn’t like the atmosphere in the room: clinical and icy. And I didn’t like that they were asking me about Aaron without telling me if he’d gotten hurt or in trouble or was under some kind of criminal suspicion.

  “Answer the question, Miss Miller,” Sawyer commanded.

  “Please, Aud.” Ronny’s voice was pleading, along with the expression on his face.

  Three against one … I see how it is, Ronny.

  “Yes, I am involved with him.” I tried to guard my tone.

  Something dark flickered behind Ronny’s eyes—hurt, maybe—but I avoided meeting his gaze. I had assumed he already knew, and I didn’t feel like explaining my choice of bedmates to my cousin. Some things were better kept private.

  “Is the NYPD investigating local gossip now? Must be a slow crime day.”

  “Miss Miller, your boyfriend is in trouble,” Detective Mosedale explained. Unlike his partner, the brown-eyed man had a modicum of bedside manner. His voice was authoritative but not unkind, and the way his hair swept across his brow made him look approachable. “And right now, we’re trying to determine if you might know anything that could help our investigation … and help Mr. Patterson out of the sticky situation he’s found himself in.”

  “What kind of situation?”

  “We have strong evidence that someone has been embezzling funds from Patterson Advertising,” Sawyer said. I wondered idly if men like him always got what they wanted, since he seemed sure I would eventually fold to his questioning.

  “And you think Aaron is involved.”

  I had meant it to be a question, but it came out as a statement. I didn’t need affirmation. They probably couldn’t tell me outright who their suspects were anyway, but their silence spoke volumes.

  “I’m sorry, but I can’t help you,” I said as I rose from my seat.

  Mosedale rose, as well, eyebrows furrowed. “Ms. Miller, if you cooperate, it’s possible you’ll be able to help him. We’re just looking to learn everything we can about this case to make sure we bring the right people to justice. If you know anything that might clear Patterson’s name—that would help him and us.”

  “Sorry, but I don’t feel comfortable having this conversation. Call me again when you have something more concrete, other than vague suspicions and a crime you need to pin on someone.”

  “Audrey, he submitted an official offer,” Ronny said with a quiet surety I wasn’t used to from him.

  The tone made me pause, and I turned around to face him. He still sat between the detectives, hands clasped, his eyes guilty. Sawyer gave him a skimming glance and then turned back to his notes with a quirk of his brow. He didn’t seem to care about our family drama.

  “What are you talking about, Ronny?”

  “Patterson’s lawyers just submitted an official offer to buy Pace,” he explained. “And our financial board is considering it. But if Patterson is involved in something illegal, I can present that information to them, so they’ll reject the offer.”

  Nothing Ronny was saying made any sense.

  Aaron had promised me he wouldn’t pursue Pace, and after the weekend we had spent together, and everything we ha
d shared, I couldn’t believe he would go behind my back and break his word. Aaron and I had grown closer in more ways than one over the past few weeks, and I knew protecting his company was the most important thing in the world to him. While that might include aggressive expansion, he was a man of his word. I had never known him to break a promise—in or out of the business world.

  But … could I have been wrong about him?

  Had he fooled me so completely?

  Was he really just the monster everyone claimed he was?

  No, I couldn’t believe that, or could I? Something was wrong here, something was missing. What Ronny was saying just didn’t feel right. I had always assumed that he would be in my corner no matter what, but something about this situation felt off.

  Then, there were these detectives insinuating Aaron was in some kind of trouble with the law. Embezzlement was a strong accusation to throw around in any industry, but especially in ours, where careers depended on the public’s trust.

  I needed to speak to Aaron as soon as possible. That was the only way I could figure out what was going on.

  Why hadn’t he informed me?

  “I don’t have anything to say to you.” My mind made up, I turned away again and marched toward the door.

  “Well, we still have questions we need you to answer,” Detective Sawyer said. His tone made it sound like I didn’t have a choice in the matter, like I was in prison or something.

  I ignored him and turned my attention back to Ronny. “So, you decided to help them ambush me?”

  “We just needed to talk to you,” Ronny said. “And given your new relationship, I figured this would be the easiest way.”

  “Aaron and I keep business separate from whatever else goes on between us,” I lied smoothly. Ronny wouldn’t understand our arrangement anyway, and I didn’t want to give the detectives the idea that Aaron and I were running some sort of embezzlement scheme together. They seemed as if they were grasping at straws already. “So, if he’s putting in an offer here, I have nothing to do with it. I didn’t even know he was going to.”

  Ronny scoffed. “I find that hard to believe.” Distaste was evident in his voice.