Cathryn Fox - Pleasure Exchange (v1.0)

by Cathryn Fox

  Sam chuckled. God, he loved her like this. Loving how open and relaxed they were with each other. Loving how easy she was to be with.

  His thumb went to her nipple, stroking her through the fabric. "Doesn't seem fair that I'm half naked and you're not." He popped one button. Her face flushed darker, anticipation sparkling in her eyes.

  "Not fair at all, Sam," she agreed, her head lolling to the side. "And you know I like to play fair," she added, drawing a ragged breath.

  He popped another and another until her blouse fell open, exposing a sexy, white lace bra and a long column of silken skin. His gaze settled on her supple cleavage.

  "Mmmm. Very nice." Leaning in, he put his mouth between her breasts and brushed his tongue over her tender flesh. "Tell me, Cat. Where were you going in such a hurry?"

  She frowned and looked at him, her expression perplexed. "What?" she asked, practically panting as he worked his tongue over her gorgeous breasts. "What are you talking about, Sam?"

  "When I met up with you on the sidewalk, where were you going?" His thumb slipped inside her bra and stroked one nipple.

  She moaned. "To get lunch," she whispered.

  "And I interrupted you?" Sam slipped his index in and caught her nipple between his fingers, pinching and rolling until it swelled.

  "It was a good interruption," she rushed out.

  He gripped the material of her bra and pulled it down, tucking it under her breasts. He took a moment to just stare at the beautiful erotic sight before him.

  He cupped her full breasts and gave a gentle squeeze. "It was an interruption all the same. You must still be hungry, and to think we're going to be locked in here for hours."

  Her words faltered as her hands moved to her chest, joining him. The pad of her thumbs played over her tight nipples. "Yes…no…1 don't know. What was the question again?"

  Gaze locked on the action, Sam watched her fingers brush over her tight peaks. God, he could barely think.

  He dipped his head and made a slow pass with his tongue. "I think you should eat something, to keep up your strength."

  He pitched his voice low and put his mouth close to her ear. "I believe you're going to need all your strength, Cat."

  That seemed to pique her interest. He felt her tremble and her hands moved faster over her breasts, as though attempting to relieve the deep ache at the core of her body.

  Her voice thinned to a whisper. "I… I don't have any food, Sam."

  Sam stepped back and grabbed the orange from the filing cabinet. The second the scent reached him, his cock pulsed. Who knew an orange could be such a powerful aphrodisiac? He liked oranges but had never gone out of his way to get one before. Now the he associated the taste and scent with Cat; he craved them with fierce intensity.

  "You know, Cat. You've been driving me crazy, tasting and smelling like a succulent, vine-ripened orange, so sweet, so tempting. It's all I can think about. I can barely work, I can barely sleep. I've spent hours thinking about popping a wedge into my mouth, biting, nibbling, letting the juice slide over my tongue as it quenches my thirst." He rolled the orange between his hands and touched the cool peel to her skin. His knuckles purposely brushed against her pebbled nipples. Her body shuddered, almost uncontrollably.

  Cat's dark lashes fluttered. Her face took on a ruddy hue as she made a sexy noise and shifted, hanging on his every word.

  Sam ripped into the peeling. "I think it's only fair that I drive you just as crazy. Don't you?" The fresh, fruity, sensual aroma filled the room and fired his craving. He pulled off a wedge, juice trickling down his hand. He licked it off, slowly, lapping at it with long luxurious stokes, long strokes that turned into small quick laps, making no secret about what he wanted to do to her most intimate areas.

  Her lips parted. Her breath came in a ragged burst. "Ohmigod, Sam."

  Sam brought the wedge to her mouth. Cat put her hands on his shoulders, her fingers biting into his flesh. Sam rubbed the slice over her lips, letting the juice trickle down her chin. Cat's tongue darted out, licking the droplets.

  "Mmmm, delicious," she murmured.

  Sam popped the wedge into her mouth and nudged her chin up with his thumb. Leaning in, he rained kisses over her lips and neck, lingering there, breathing in her scent and savoring the arousing taste of her. The grip on his shoulders tightened. He inched back and watched her throat as she swallowed.

  "Would you undress for me, Cat?" His voice sounded tight.

  Without pause, Cat pushed off the wall and slowly slipped her blouse off, letting it fall to the floor.

  "Your bra, too."

  His body shook and his cock throbbed as she unhooked her bra, releasing her full breasts from their restrictive confines.

  Their gazes locked and held. "Now your skirt." There was an ache of longing in his voice and he wondered if she heard it.

  Wiggling her hips, she eased the skirt down. After she kicked it away, she straightened, standing before him completely naked, completely comfortable in her own skin. Small hands reached out to him, her eyes pleading for his touch.

  "Sam…" she whispered, her voice a sultry invitation.

  He called on every ounce of strength not to press her against the wall and fuck her right then. Sam made quick work of his own clothes, needing desperately to feel flesh on flesh, skin on skin.

  "Yeah, babe."

  "I want you."

  "I want you too." Without pause, he closed the distance and took her mouth in his. Their tongues joined and tangled. His hands skimmed her curves as he kissed her long and hard. Moisture sealed their bodies together. Once he had his fill of her mouth, he inched back.

  "Are you still hungry?"

  Her eyes opened wide, reading his intent. "Starving."

  Sam grabbed another wedge of orange. He bit the end off and brought it to her mouth, letting the juice dribble over her lips. Slowly, he dragged the orange over her skin, his tongue following behind, lapping up every single droplet. His body screamed for release as he poised the orange slice over her nipple.

  Cat's breath grew shallow.

  Eyes fixated on her breasts, Sam squeezed the wedge. Droplets fell and beaded on her tight peaks. As he watched her nipples tighten from the cool juice, his cock throbbed and clamored for attention. He groaned low in his throat.

  "So gorgeous," he murmured, stroking the underside of her breasts.

  Cat threw her head back and moaned as Sam moved in to lick the droplet. His tongue lapped and swirled around her hard buds until she cried out in heavenly bliss. Cat snaked her hands around his head and arched into him.

  Her legs widened. The scent of her arousal beckoned him. Without haste, Sam dropped to his knees and nestled himself between her open legs. Cat ran her fingers through his hair and pitched forward, offering herself to him.

  "Sam… please," she begged.

  He leaned back on his heels and lifted his chin to meet her eyes. "Please what?" he asked, his gaze searching hers.

  "Please taste me," came her breathy reply.

  "It'd be my pleasure." Sam parted her fold and took a long moment just to look at her luscious pink softness. Desire slammed into him. His heart crashed against his chest as he inhaled her aroused scent in frank appreciation.

  He grabbed another wedge of orange and bit the end off. Cat reached down and opened her plump sex lips wider, providing him with easier access.

  Her bold behavior nearly undid him. "Jesus," he cursed under his breath, wondering how much more he could take. He'd never been so turned on in his life.

  He squeezed juice onto her clit and let it run over her folds. Sam gulped as her sex glistened invitingly.

  The cool drops made her body tremble.

  "It's cold," she murmured and squirmed against him.

  "Then let me warm you up." With a feathery light caress, his tongue sifted through her curls and swirled over her clit. For a long time he rained kisses over her passion-drenched pussy. Her feminine scent, combined with the taste of orange, made
his head spin and turned his world inside out. He made another slow pass with his tongue and could feel her muscles tighten and quake.

  "I love the way your body responds to me," he whispered.

  "And I love what you do to me," she said, and shamelessly bucked her pussy against his face. He drew a ragged breath as her pleasure resonated through him, spurring him on. Hands cupping the lush curve of her ass, he plunged his tongue into her, bringing her closer and closer to climax.

  Moaning, Cat rode his tongue, pressing and grinding against him. He held her tighter; her skin felt feverish.

  "Sam, God. I want to feel your cock inside me."

  Fuck, he wanted that too. Unfortunately, without a condom, he couldn't give them what they both wanted, what they both needed. His hand slid around her hips and moved to her pussy. He pinched her clit and she shuddered, violently.

  "More, Sam. Harder." She rocked against him.

  His mouth went to her clit. He took it between his teeth and nipped as he slipped two fingers inside her. Cat sucked in a breath as he worked his fingers in and out of her. Changing the pace and rhythm until he could feel small quakes rippling deep inside her.

  Beneath his ministrations, her whole body convulsed and Sam knew she was close. His fingers stroked deep as his voice coaxed her on. "Come for me, Cat. Let me taste you." He slipped a third finger into her heated core, filling her as he pressed a hot kiss to her clit.

  As he kept up the gentle assault, Sam could feel her orgasm building and pulling at her.

  "Oh, Sam. Don't stop. I'm there."

  Her erotic whimper filled the room as she gave herself over to her climax. Sam licked her clit harder and increased the tempo of his fingers, nurturing her release, prolonging it, stretching it out for her. He lapped at her and knew he was losing himself in her sweetness.

  Sam held her tight as she rode out the last fragments of her climax. When her muscles stopped quivering, Sam climbed out from between her legs, stood, and dragged her to him, crushing her chest to his. His throat tightened as she melted into him. They held each other for a long while.

  He smoothed her hair off her face, put his lips close to her ear, and whispered, "I love the taste of you."

  She touched his cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do. "Doesn't quite seem fair that you got to taste me and I didn't get to taste you." Her hand slipped between their bodies, and sheathed his hard cock. Pleasure raced through him as small fingers squeezed around his engorged erection. He shivered under her touch.

  She inched back and glanced into his eyes. They shared a look that touched him somewhere deep inside, bringing another burst of warmth to his darkest corners. Cat brushed her lips lightly over his. Sam's throat tightened when he watched a flurry of emotions pass over her face. His heart raced as his shaky hand reached out and stroked a tender caress over her naked flesh.

  "And you know how I like to play fair, Sam."

  Rattled, his brain stalled and he worked to speak, to say something coherent, something intelligent. "Yes. It's good to play fair." Hell, intelligence was overrated anyway.

  Cat sank to her knees.

  Oh fuck.

  His cock sprang forward and tangled in Cat's hair as she leaned into him.

  His whole body shook as he watched her take a moment to stare at him. Her eyes wide with anticipation, as though taking delight in his rock-hard erection. She touched him, gently. He groaned as his cock pulsed and ached for more. One long finger caressed his swollen head, barely touching as she traced a path down the length of him.

  He went absolutely still, knowing that another delicate stroke would push him over the edge. "Cat, babe-" His words fell off when her warm mouth closed over his girth and wrapped around his cock in a wet massage.

  "Mmm." She moaned around his phallus, taking him impossibly deeper. Her mouth tightened around him, her teeth scraping lightly as her tongue swirled and lapped with hungry strokes.

  She inched back. "I love the taste of you, Sam." Her soft whisper covered him like a blanket of warmth. A barrage of emotions exploded through him.

  Cat pressed a kiss to his swollen head, drinking in the juice dripping from his tip. Pressure brewed deep inside him as she answered the pull in his groin.

  Hands crushed in her hair, pulling it off her face so he could take pleasure in the sight of her licking his cock. God, her mouth did the most delicious things to him.

  "Cat, honey, I'm close," he said, giving her warning, not wanting to come in her mouth.

  She continued to work her tongue over him, gifting him with long luxurious licks until he knew he was on the brink of an orgasm. He began rocking his hips, his body seeking release.

  Slipping his hand to her chin, he pulled her off and gripped his cock, stroking it once, twice as it pulsed and throbbed with the hot flow of release.

  Cat watched as he spurted his seed onto his stomach. She climbed to her feet. Her voice was low, whispery soft, and full of disappointment. "Sam, I wanted to taste you."

  His stomach clenched; his heart swelled. "You don't have to do that, Cat." His voice sounded shaky.

  Cat grabbed her bag from the floor and pulled out a tissue. "But I wanted to." Her mouth curved as a gleam sparkled in her eyes. "Next time I won't let you stop me," she teased, as she cleaned him up and disposed of the tissue.

  Shocked, Sam stood there, his heart racing, watching her clean up after him. The way she chatted so easily about such an intimate matter and the way she acted so cavalier as she wiped away his release, like they'd been lovers their entire lives, did strange things to his insides.

  Feeling a little raw and a whole lot vulnerable, he pulled her to him, unable to get her close enough. As her arms snaked around his neck, clinging to him in return, as though she too couldn't get him close enough, Sam realized life as he knew it would never be the same again.

  After a long moment, Cat broke the silence. "Sam, do you have any idea what time it is?"

  He glanced at his watch and noted that the afternoon had slipped by as they'd indulged in one another. "Time for us to get out of here." He narrowed his eyes in concern. "This won't get you into trouble, will it? "

  Stepping back, she chuckled easily and waved her arm around. "I'm pretty sure this would get me into trouble. But if you're talking about my absence from my desk, then no. I often come and go when working on a story."

  The minute she moved out of his embrace he missed her warmth and felt a little… lonely. He tried to keep his voice light. "Good. Let's get dressed." Sam gathered her clothes off the floor and handed them to her.

  As he climbed into his jeans, Cat asked in a soft tone, "Why were you looking for me anyway?"

  It took a moment for him to remember. Ah, the note. "I received a threatening letter from a protestor. Probably that same nut case that forced us to hide in here." He lowered his voice. "Of course, not that that was a bad thing."

  Cat furrowed her brow. "A note? "

  "Yeah, my Director has called in the police, but I thought maybe you could write another article or something to help clear this mess up."

  She thinned her lips, anger brewing in her eyes. "I'm really sorry, Sam. I'll talk to my editor. I'll make this right for you. I promise. If Eugene had anything to do with this, I'll get to the bottom of it."

  His heart turned over in his chest, loving the way she stood beside him, trying to do right by him after her article. "I take it Eugene was the protestor."

  She nodded as her stomach growled. Sam chuckled and pulled his cell phone from his pocket.

  Cat arched one perfect brow. "And you knew that was there all along?"

  He grinned. "Yup. Now call someone to get us out of here so we can go back to my place to get something to eat."

  "Your place?"

  "Yeah, I'll make us something." It occurred to him a meal was just an excuse to keep her around longer. He enjoyed being with her, enjoyed their easy comfort and intimacy. "Come with me in my car and then I'll drive you back he
re tomorrow morning for work. I have to go right by here anyway."

  A bemused expression crossed her face. "One question, Sam."

  He shook his head in mock exasperation. "What's with you and all the questions anyway? "

  She grinned. "I was just wondering if this meal requires oranges?" she asked. "I have a couple more on my desk."

  Sam groaned. "Don't even get me started again, Cat, or we'll never get out of here."

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  Chapter 7

  Less than a half an hour later, after being rescued by maintenance and explaining in detail to Blain how she and Sam had managed to lock themselves in the storage room, Cat found herself sitting beside Sam in his Jeep. Of course, during her in-depth interrogation, she'd naturally left out the fine details of how they'd passed the hours while trapped inside said storage room.

  Cat neatly folded her hands on her lap and studied Sam's profile as he maneuvered through mid-afternoon traffic. There was no denying that something had happened in that closet, something less physical, more emotional, and very intimate. Something that would be hard to walk away from when she moved to New York.

  A riot of emotions swept through her and tugged on her heartstrings. She'd had no idea that Sam would come to mean so much to her in such a short time. But falling for him would only end up complicating her well-laid plans. Wouldn't it?

  Cat turned in her seat, focusing all her attention on Sam. She concluded the tiny lines under his eyes were probably from worrying about Rio. A pang of guilt made her stomach tighten. God, she'd really had no idea her article would cause him such grief. She needed to make this right for him. No matter what it took.

  Cat vowed to get to the bottom of this. If Eugene and Hawk were in cahoots, she'd find out. It was natural that Hawk would talk to Eugene for a follow-up, but Hawk had passed Eugene something and Cat was determined to find an explanation.

  She opened her mouth, deciding Sam should know, and then changed her mind. He had enough to worry about without her adding to it, especially when she wasn't one hundred percent sure. If Sam took that information to the cops and Hawk proved innocent, it'd get her in a shitload of trouble at work. Then who'd ever hire her?