Sugar Lips

by Aria Cole

  If I had been looking over at Nolan Redford, maybe I would have anticipated his next move. Just as I was about to hop off the desk, mortification turning my stomach, his hand was around my waist and pulling me onto his lap, my legs straddling his waist, his hands locked at my wrists, pulling my hands behind his head.

  His lips attached to mine, tongue pushing deeper. His heart thrummed like a city train, rocking my world and shaking me to the core. “Never said anything ’bout that.”

  My heart slammed in my chest, his words rattling inside my head and leaving me little chance to make sense of them.

  “You’re not like any woman I’ve ever met in my life.” He breathed against my lips. “Not throwing that away. Think you can sneak out of here?” He arched one playful eyebrow at me.

  I sucked in a ragged breath, his hips rocking gently against my pelvis, his throbbing hard cock pressed right against my pussy and making my mind hazy with lust. “I was born a rebel.”

  His grin split wide then, a deep chuckle falling from his beautiful lips.

  The lips that had just been pressed to mine.

  Mr. Redford.

  “Nolan.” I tried the sound of his name on my tongue. I’d never called him that before.

  “Yeah?” He ducked his head, dragging his teeth along the faint outline of my nipple through the fitted dress I’d worn.

  “Just—” I pushed my hand through his hair. His hips started a pulsing rhythm against mine. “I just wanted to test—” He cut me off with his mouth, swallowing my words and breathing life into my body all at the same time.

  “I don’t know how the fuck we’re gonna navigate this,” he muttered, his words pushed out between quick kisses. “But I can’t bring myself to give a fuck.”

  I lost my breath, lost my head, and so thoroughly lost my heart to Nolan Redford right then.

  This was the first time I’d spent any real time at home since I’d gone away at eighteen. I wasn’t surprised Nolan hadn’t recognized me, but I was surprised he hadn’t run the instant he’d found out who I was. Nolan was a man who owned the room, worked a crowd like no one I’d ever seen. But I’d seen the tightness in his jaw tonight. I could tell he wasn’t enjoying himself.

  Not that I’d really seen him enjoying much of anything. He was always in work mode, even at parties.

  “You sure you wanna do this?” he breathed against my lips, palms on either side of my face, holding me against him.

  Down to the tips of my toes, I wanted to be here.

  I’d spent four years away, meeting new people, making friends, broadening my horizons, and I’d never felt the way Nolan made me feel. “Yes.”

  His eyes lit up, reflecting his soft smile before he wrapped his arms around my waist and stood, carrying me out of his office, while I clutched my purse to my chest.

  “Wait! I don’t want anyone seeing me like this!”

  He laughed again. “Why the hell not? They should know what’s mine.” His palms squeezed my ass cheeks, grinding me against him. I nearly came in a gush of molten goo right then. “But text your dad first. Don’t want to piss the old man off too much.”

  I smiled at his thoughtfulness.

  Pulling out my phone, I texted my dad, telling him I was going to catch up with some friends and would see him later.

  “Will he worry?”

  “He’s a dad. Dads always worry.”

  “True. I called a car, should be here by the time we get downstairs.” He slid a hand into mine as he set me on my feet. “Gorgeous.” He held his other hand out, gesturing to the private elevator that would bring us straight to the bottom floor, no stops in between. I’d never been in this one, but my father had an identical one in his office. Redford and Hamilton had spared no expense with their last remodel.

  “Reese?” Nolan hummed when we stepped into the elevator, his heavy hand hovering at the curve of my waist.

  “Yeah?”

  His eyes narrowed, small flecks of gold lighting the rims. “I can’t wait to fuck you out of this dress.”

  That was the moment I knew there would be no going back from Nolan Redford.

  THREE

  Nolan

  My heart tap-danced on my vocal chords the entire ride home to my penthouse.

  I’d never brought a woman back to my place. Ever.

  Probably because I didn’t date.

  I didn’t like getting close to people. It felt dangerous; it was hard to know who to trust in this city when you had the power I did. Now to think the one woman I’d actually been interested in enough to bring home was the very pretty, very young daughter of my business partner.

  What the fuck was I thinking?

  I nearly told the driver to turn around and drive her home right now. But fuck if I wanted to do that. The fact remained, I wanted her. I wanted Reese Hamilton more than I’d ever wanted anything, and sending her away tonight felt like it’d come a little too close to slicing something open inside of me.

  The car pulled to a stop outside of my building, idling at the curb while the driver hopped out and around the side of the car to open my door. I nodded once, and without thinking a second more about it, clasped Reese’s hand in mine and pulled her out of the car with me.

  “Thanks, Len.” I pushed a twenty into his palm, wishing him a good evening.

  We were whirring up the floors to my penthouse apartment a minute later, Reese uncharacteristically quiet.

  “Cat got your tongue?” I hummed, placing a kiss on the side of her neck.

  She turned her twinkling eyes up to me, soft smile turning up at the corners.

  Hell, she looked so young gazing up at me like this. So fragile. So in need of a man’s protection.

  “I can’t believe we’re here,” she finally whispered.

  I danced my fingertips across the back of one bare thigh, enjoying the shudder that coursed through her skin. “You’re the biggest surprise of my life, that’s for sure.” The elevator came to a gradual stop, doors sliding open into the foyer of the apartment. “If you want to walk away right now, you’re welcome to. At every moment, anything about this is in your hands. You're in control, Reese. You’ve just got to say the words.”

  She paused, fingers whispering along the underside of my wrist and causing a slow drumbeat to echo in the chambers of my heart. “Does it look like I want to leave?”

  She turned to me fully then, pressed her lips together, eyes dancing with what I could only call mischief.

  “No,” I laughed. “Can’t say it does.” I crossed the space between us, pushing a hand into her hair and crashing her lips against mine. I owned her mouth, I wanted to own her body, and I already had one orgasm under my belt. “It looks like you need to come again.”

  Her mouth popped open slightly at the brazenness of my words.

  I lifted her into my arms, hands riding up under the short dress and cupping her ass cheeks as I carried her past the formal dining room and into the kitchen. I plopped her ass-first on the cold, stainless-steel countertop, enjoying the yelp as she shifted her ass from each side. “That’s cold, you asshole!”

  A cocky grin darting across my lips, I did the only thing I’d been wanting to do and grasped my hands at her hips, twisting her over on the counter so she was on all fours, ass in the air. My hands traveled up her thick, creamy thighs. “Soft as silk.”

  Her hips weaved back and forth, searching for my hand.

  “Your pussy is begging for me.” I inhaled the scent of the arousal coursing between us. “You're wet, aren’t you, Reese?”

  I didn’t expect an answer, my fingers pushing the hem of her dress over the sweet globes of her ass. I spanked her bubblegum-pink cheek once and then tore the satin down her thighs, her pretty pussy glistening in the light for me.

  A growl burned past my throat. “Fucking stunning.”

  Her pussy grew a little more soaked with my words.

  “You’re desperate for me, aren’t you, Sugar Lips?”

  A soft moan was m
y only reply.

  “Show me how you touch yourself. What makes you come?”

  “You do,” she answered quickly.

  My cock pounded; she was turning me on so fucking much I thought I might lose my mind. “Good answer.” I cupped her ass, kneading at the fleshy cheeks and wondering what she’d feel like if I sank into her backside. If she’d scream or moan or beg for more. “Now touch yourself, Reese.”

  She protested with a quiet huff before glossy, black-painted fingertips pressed against the rosy flesh of her swollen cunt.

  “Jesus, baby, you look good enough to eat.” I licked my lips, trying desperately to control myself, take this slow.

  I spotted a giant lollipop among a stack of Halloween candy on a side table, and before Reese even knew what was happening, I unwrapped the sucker, licked across the sweet candy, then landed a smack on her pussy with it.

  She squealed, launching up the counter an inch before her pussy dripped more arousal down her thighs.

  “Mm, your pussy likes my spankings, doesn't it?” She whimpered softly, head nodding. “Work that little clit faster.”

  She did what I instructed, her fingertips speeding up against her clit as her hips began a quick, rocking motion. I licked across the lollipop again, this time floored to find the taste of her pussy among the flavors of the rainbow. She was a delicate confection. “This lollipop tastes better with your pussy on it.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath when I leaned against her backside, hovering just out of touching zone of her pussy, taking a deep whiff. “Look how this sweet pussy leaks for me.” I hummed, blowing across the delicate flesh as I readjusted my cock with my other hand, squeezing it to relieve the pressure. Reese was put on this earth to drive me mad—so responsive to my touch, my very voice seemed to be an instant trigger for her.

  I licked the lollipop again, using the candy as a distraction from eating her cunt, making her come all over my face and dragging her back into my bedroom to be my sex slave.

  Hell, what I wouldn’t give to have Reese as my sex slave.

  “You drive me crazy, Sugar Lips.” I slapped at her glistening pussy again, watching her squeal and then grow more soaked. “So ready for me.”

  “Please, Nolan, now.” Her ass wiggled back and forth, tempting me to the edge of sanity.

  I struck her pussy with the lollipop again, licking the taste of her pussy off the candy before slapping her with it in quick succession. The song of her soft moans in the kitchen was a lullaby for my ears, the taste of her sweet pussy on my tongue next to heavenly. The lollipop dripped with her arousal, and her eyes widened when I slid the candy past her lips. Her tongue darted out instantly, licking the lollipop and making me hard enough to pound nails.

  “You're so fucking sexy. How does your sweet pussy taste, Sugar?”

  I licked the lollipop with her before spanking her on the ass cheek with it, leaving a gorgeous rainbow swirl of candied goodness on her ass cheek.

  “I can't fucking take the teasing anymore,” I groaned, dropping the lollipop on the counter and diving in, licking the candy off her ass cheek before sliding my tongue between the wet folds and savoring the thick arousal on my tongue. “Like honey.”

  She sucked in quick pants of breath, one of her hands behind her back, fingers weaving into my hair as she rode my face and whispered that she was about to come. “So close, so close,” she pleaded as my cock leaked. “Nolan, oh my God, I’m going to come.”

  “Coat my face in your sweet juice, angel. I want every fucking drop.” I slid my thumb against the bud of her ass, massaging softly before she came with a shriek, come coating my tongue and slicking my face. I licked up every last drop like she’d released the honey of the gods. I sure thought she did. Then I did the only thing I could think of to do.

  I bundled her up in my arms and carried her off down the hallway to my master bedroom.

  I didn’t know what tomorrow morning might bring, but right now, I needed her tucked into my side, safe and sound.

  “You look sleepy, pretty girl,” I murmured as I laid her on the mountain of my bedding.

  “Orgasms with candy tend to do that to me, I guess,” she sassed back, catching my eye.

  “Sounds like you need another spanking,” I hummed at her neck, tucking her into my shoulder.

  “Can we save it for the morning?” She yawned, stretching like a cat and curling a little deeper into my side.

  A fissure halved my heart then, the raw need to claim and protect this woman completely overwhelming me.

  “I’ll be sure to wake you up with a spanking, Sugar.”

  Her eyelids fluttered closed as a soft smile spread her lips. “Mmm, you're amazing, you know that?”

  I didn’t answer.

  I couldn't.

  Watching her sleep was too damn beautiful.

  If I opened my mouth, I might lose it entirely, and considering I’d woken up this morning a single man and was now going to bed with someone…someone I cared for very deeply…

  I needed a minute to process the emotions storming through my body.

  Reese Hamilton made me feel things.

  Unmanly things.

  I had to get a handle on this shit before I turned into a pussy-whipped asshole. But just the thought of being pussy-whipped for her stirred something down deep in my gut. Hell, this girl was inside my head already—and my heart.

  FOUR

  Reese

  “You know, I didn’t take you for such a festive guy.” I entered the kitchen where Nolan sat, enjoying coffee at the site where he’d eaten me out just last night.

  “Didn’t take you for such a kinky girl.” His cocky grin melted my heart. Something in the tone of his voice was connected via an imaginary string to the center of my belly, pulling me to him with every word. He opened an arm, and I stepped into him, snuggling into the warmth of his worn gray T-shirt.

  He smelled so good. I couldn't believe the man who’d made me come so often last night was sitting right here, casually having coffee the next morning.

  “Truth is…” he hummed in my hair. One hand slid up the back of my leg, fingertips whispering at the crease of my thigh, so close to touching my already soaked pussy, but not nearly close enough at all. “I make sure the apartment is decorated every holiday for Melody.”

  I nodded, the memory of sweet little Melody turning up the corners of my mouth.

  “Where is she?” I glanced around, finding evidence of his daughter all over the place in the bright light of day. A backpack hanging off one chair, little girl’s shoes at the entryway. A school picture on the fridge. Everything about his life was so normal.

  “Sleepover at grandma and grandpa’s house.” He winked, pulling me into his lap and connecting our lips. “You’re even more beautiful first thing in the morning.”

  Warmth radiated up my chest. The soft jersey of his T-shirt rubbed my bare nipples and caused their puckered outline to alert him to his effect on me. “How did I end up in this anyway? I swore I went to bed in a very tight Michael Kors dress.”

  A crooked grin lifted his face as he spread my thighs with his palms, kneading at my skin and soaking my pussy—and his lap. “Thought you'd be more comfortable sleeping in this. I feel like I wasn’t a very good host last night, but I haven't had a sleepover of my own…well…” He shoved a hand through his perfectly disheveled hair. “Ever.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “Really? Ever?”

  His eyes scrunched as he thought back in time. “Honestly, the last woman who was in here other than my housekeeper was probably you.”

  “Me?” I laughed. I hadn’t been to his house since… “When I babysat?”

  His eyes held mine, soft and strong, beguiling. He sucked me in, dragged me under with just a glance. “Believe so.”

  “That’s crazy. Surely you’ve dated or had a one-night-stand or—”

  “No. None of that. Melody and I have had a lot of great bonding time the last twelve years,” he finished softly, brea
th tickling at my ear, something haunting and sad in his voice.

  I remembered when my dad had announced to us that Nolan was adopting a child. I’d never really understood why. A handsome guy like him must have had women lined up out the door, but Dad only said Nolan had never found the right woman to start a family with, so he took matters into his own hands.

  “Gosh, it’s been so long since I’ve seen Melody. I think it was that Easter picnic before I left for college.” I remembered the dark little braids and bright, shining smile. Melody Redford was a gorgeous little girl, and in the short time I'd spent babysitting her, she’d always been nothing but sweet. I was only thirteen or fourteen the summer I sat for Melody, and she was only four, but she was so full of personality and life. Nolan had told me one night after he’d gotten home that her birth mother had abandoned her outside of a hospital in the middle of winter. Melody was addicted to booze and cocaine when she was born, underweight, in need of NICU—and rehab.

  Nolan had said that night that Melody needed him. She probably wouldn't have made it without the expensive care and therapies she underwent in the first year of her life to get her to fighting weight and health. But still, he needed her more. Melody showed him the real meaning of life. His proud fatherly words had struck me then, and I still carried them with me now. Nolan was such a strong man with so much love to give, it overflowed from his heart.

  Truth be told, I think I’d fallen for Nolan that night, seeing the love he had for his little girl, his desire to rescue her and love her, his determination to give her the life she deserved.

  “We’re going trick-or-treating next weekend. You should come with us,” he whispered, tracing the shell of my ear with a fingertip.

  I shuddered at the sensation, a smile pulling at my cheeks. “That sounds like fun.”

  “You know what else sounds like fun?” he breathed, a hand cupping my breast, thumb fingering my tight little nipple.