Authors: Red Garnier
He eased onto his back and dragged her up against his side. Her flimsy camisole was
plastered to her skin, delineating her belly button, her ribs, her small breasts under
a lace bra. He hadn’t even undressed her fully. Her white cotton panties were still
on, wet from her arousal. He’d wiped his mess off her pussy and his abdomen, but he
could still smell his pleasure in the room. On her.
She hooked a leg around him, her knee almost on his cock, as she bent to continue
kissing him.
He scraped his hands up her back and grabbed her ass, grinding her small frame against
his larger one. “What date number would we need to be on for me to have you again,
baby?” He pushed tendrils of her damp, tawny hair back behind her face with one hand
and squeezed her ass with the other, aware that she leaned back to survey him with
a coy little smile.
“Usually…” She straddled him fully and rocked sinuously over him, and because the
only connection of their bodies was at their hips now, it made him hyperaware of the
moist slit of her pussy nestling his erection. “This wouldn’t happen until a couple
of months into a relationship.”
He curled his fingers on her waist to pin her in place. “Have you had many? Relationships?”
“Not even one.”
The strange knot that had formed inside him immediately eased. “Then what the fuck
are all these rules for?” he growled.
She laughed, her neck curving temptingly when her head fell back. “So I don’t get
involved with assholes.”
He released a dark laugh of his own. “Oh, baby, you chose a bad time to break your
rule,” he said, but they both sobered when he clutched her pelvis and thrust his cock
up against her pussy, grinding against the fabric of her damp panties.
His temperature rose at the sight of those lace-encased breasts and her small, slim
body straddling him, her porcelain skin glistening with sweat, her mouth swollen red
and as inflamed as his own mouth felt. “Take off your panties and put me inside you,”
he gruffly commanded.
Her smile faded, and because he feared she was going to deny him, he reached up and
grabbed the back of her head and hauled her in for one of those hot kisses they were
so good at, making her breathless again, as breathless as she made him.
“Do it, Ivy,” he ordered, palming her breasts as she pushed her panties aside and
took his throbbing cock inside her. “Put me inside you … ah, yes.”
He fell back. A hissing sound tore from his throat as she seated herself over him,
her sex open for him to perfectly watch the way he entered her and the way her pretty,
glistening folds parted for his cock to slide between them. He released a growl of
appreciation and held her small hips in his big hands, letting her set the pace.
She chose a slow one. Making sounds. It was killing him. His eyes rolled in the back
of his head and he tossed his head on the pillow and grimaced as he tried to keep
from rolling her beneath him and fucking her hard. “Faster, baby.”
She grabbed his jaw, her lips on his. He groaned in pure male pleasure when her mouth
opened wide over his. Another sound, deeper, needier, tore from his chest as he parted
his mouth and thrust inside her. It almost hurt to kiss her, their mouths were abraded
and raw. And yet neither of them would stop.
They groaned in unison, the tip of their teeth scraping as their tongues danced, twined,
tasted.
He grabbed her ass, and his hips swiveled as his cock drove into her slick, swollen
pussy.
He ached to fill her, his balls tight and heavy. His cock was ready to burst every
time it was squeezed by the tight walls of her creamy passage.
He buried his face in her neck, every atom in his body ready to detonate. “You come
with me, Ivy … Come…”
He drew back and could see her little face twist with pleasure, her hips rolling frantically
above him.
In one swift move, he pulled her underneath him and slid his hand between their bodies
to tease the moistened folds with his hand.
He slid his torso between her thighs and parted her labia with his thumbs so that
his lips could greedily lock around her sweet little clit. With a gentle sucking motion,
he drew the bud into his mouth, then rolled it with his tongue as he shafted two long
fingers inside her.
The noises she made destroyed him. Each moan, each sigh, sliced through him and fisted
around his aching balls.
“Cade.” Ivy rolled her head and stroked his hair while he worshipped between her legs.
Cade lapped her up like a man possessed, luxuriating in the thick, creamy taste of
her. He groaned against her clit, his fingers pleasuring her until her small frame
tensed and then released in wild, sexy shudders. The sight of her coming shot his
pulse to the roof. His cock jerked jealously, and his blood stormed through his body
with an avalanche of sensations. He dove for the packet of condoms he’d bought hours
before she’d arrived, dreaming he was going to get to tumble in bed with her.
He rolled one on with unsteady hands, secured her parted thighs around his hips and
positioned himself to enter.
Ivy watched him, dewy eyed and heavy-lidded, still shuddering on the bed as the tip
of his erection eagerly probed and pried her entrance apart.
She clutched his arms, her eyes heavy, her breasts rising and falling. “Kiss me while
you fuck me, please.”
Her words unraveled him. Her pussy parting for him, then closing hot and snug around
his width, released a torrent of pleasure through his nerve endings.
Cade bent over her and dragged his swollen lips all across her red-stained mouth as
he thrust deeper into her damp, snug grip with a greedy grunt, plowing one, two, three
times. That was all it took to make him groan out her name as he rode his orgasm,
kissing her while they both shattered.
Chapter Three
In the morning Cade sat at his desk, hands steepled before him as he stared unseeingly
at an e-mail, deep in thought. His chest experienced a strange opening sensation when
he heard his assistant say, “Miss Ivy Summers to see you, sir.”
His heart flipped, and all of a sudden the blood in his veins boiled, rushing to his
groin with the mere sound of her name. He glanced at his Patek Philippe watch and
noted the time.
“Cancel my eleven o’clock,” he instructed. “Hold all my calls.”
Thoughts of last night toppled over each other. Her swollen mouth. Her dampened camisole
clinging to her slim little body. Her wet panties. Her smooth, lean arms and legs.
When Ivy walked in, he was rocked by the sight of her. Not a dream, not a fantasy,
she was real, and he was hard as granite and trembling, his hands curling at his sides
to keep from grabbing her to him.
Instead he slowly stood, taking in the tan skirt and cream blouse, and how her waist
was hugged by a thick leather belt, which only made her look curvier and sexier.
His own hunger almost devoured him. This need for her frightened him. He was a solitary
man, had been too angry, too lonely, for too many years. Sunlight streamed through
his office window and it caressed every inch of her skin, skin that he wanted to lick
again, touch again, feel again. Holy God, he wanted her so much, he was afraid he’d
kill her from screwing her so hard.
“Close the door.” He attempted to keep his voice level, but the coarseness in it revealed
his out-of-control arousal. Her eyes widened in response, but she reached with wavering
hands behind her and pushed the door closed.
Snap.
His vision blurred as his nerve endings came alive with desire. “Lock it.”
She reached behind her, then paused, looking both alarmed and needy as she stood there.
“Cade, I can’t be in a relationship right now.”
“Lock the door, Ivy,” he said with more force, his control slipping. He remembered
how she’d twisted beneath him yesterday, how he’d been afraid to hurt her as he took
her, how she seemed to like it. To want it.
Click.
She turned the lock, her hands shaking, but her honey eyes were both pleading with
him and ravenous as they watched him. He removed his jacket and flung it over his
chair.
Her voice broke with palpable need. “I can’t do this, Cade.”
All he heard was the need inside her, calling to his own urgency. He yanked on the
knot of his tie, then pulled it over his head, his thighs both liquid and tense to
pounce her, his fingers itching to touch her. “We’re not killing bunnies, Ivy. It’s
only sex, baby,” he said huskily.
She looked bewildered and just as scared shitless of this as
he
was as she leaned back against the door for support, her breasts rising and falling
fast. “But I can’t have anything serious.”
“I just want to play with you,” he whispered, his voice thick. He feared it was more
than that, but he’d deal with that later. Right now, he just wanted her.
Her fingernails raked the door behind her. “Next week, I have something important
to do. And I’ll be unavailable for at least two weeks.”
“Then let’s fuck like the devil before you leave.” He slid off his Ferragamo belt
and draped it on the back of his chair, then he reached for his collar buttons, his
heart kicking harder into his ribs with every passing second. “This morning I wanted
you, and you were gone.”
She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, and her thirsty amber eyes almost gobbled
him up.
“I wanted you, too,” she croaked. She licked her lips as his tanned skin was revealed
to her. “But I still need to search for more donation candidates, and I always have
a green smoothie in the morning and my … vitamins and things were at my place.”
“Bring them over this evening.” He yanked his shirt off and as he draped it over the
back of his chair, he watched Ivy kick off her shoes and reach beneath her skirt to
pull off her panties. Holy God, he wanted her.
Ivy … Ivy …
Ivy
…
The name drummed in his mind like a heartbeat as he started toward her. Ivy. A penitence.
Or maybe, a salvation. A new start. Something beautiful and alive. So damned beautiful
and so damned alive …
Her belt clattered to the floor, and his hands went like vises around her small waist,
crushing her against his body. Soft and exquisitely fragile, she all but melted into
him when he engulfed her lips with his own. She made a sound—between a moan and a
gasp and a sigh—and he almost came undone as she leaned helplessly against him.
He held her tight and firm against his bare chest and swept his tongue as deep as
he could, clashing with her own tongue, already coming anxiously in past his lips.
Her touch detonated him, the brush of their tongues sparking him up until he was all
fire. She detonated, too. Trembling against him. Sliding her fingers into his hair.
Their kiss went from blazing hot to supernova, and his arousal was now painful. He
had been dead for years, but now he couldn’t get enough of her. He couldn’t get enough
of her. She had a freckle right under her chin, and it drove him insane when she tilted
her face back and let him see it. When she’d straddled and rode him last night, he’d
wanted to go up and lick her there. Everywhere. God.
“Cade…” She moaned. Her whole body vibrated against him.
He covered that freckle with a damp swipe of his tongue. “Are you here for my money
or this?” he murmured, the mist of their breaths mingling as he lowered his mouth.
He was cupping her buttocks now, gripping them until he’d crammed nearly all her flesh
into his hands, his tongue lapping at her mouth.
He pulled her skirt all the way up, until it gathered at her hipbone. She moaned when
he touched her crotch and found her labia soaked already. “Oh, God, I never knew I
could need something like this,” she gasped.
In that instant he pressed her back against the door, leaning his full weight on her
in his urgency to get closer. His knee nudged her thighs apart as he took both her
wrists in one hand and yanked her arms above her head, pinning them there.
With his free hand, he pulled his pants down with quick, hard jerks, and with a desperation
he’d never known, he thrust up inside her. She made a sharp, keening sound, needy
and wanton and beautiful, and he groaned in response.
She hooked one leg around him to open herself wider and he muffled her soft sound
of surrender with his mouth.
He was holding up her hands and wanted to see her breasts, suck them, and was using
his free hand to try to tug aside her blouse. “Help me take this off,” he said gruffly.
She yanked open the top buttons, squirming restlessly. He saw another freckle, a lovely
little thing at the rising swell of one breast, and he dove to lick it like mad. “Take
it all off. Let me suckle you, Ivy. Let me kiss your breasts and suck your sweet nipples
into my mouth.”
She fumbled but couldn’t. Anxious, Cade boosted her up and carried her to his desk
and spread her over the papers, hearing a big crash.
He gritted his teeth in frustration when he remembered a condom, reaching for his
pants again and grabbing the one he’d jammed in there this morning. He rolled it on,
his vision clouding at the sight of her golden hair splayed behind her, her glistening
sex gaping for him. He wedged between her thighs and wrapped her legs around him,
then he laced his hands through hers and pinned them above her head as he rammed into
her with a hard thrust, pulsing as he dragged in and out, in and out.
Her little hands squeezed his tighter as he sank his cock into her flesh and plunged
up to her core. He started a rhythm. Couldn’t wait, couldn’t stop.
As he sucked her tongue into his mouth, he drove into her with all-mighty force, swinging
his hips fast and hard, until he shattered and twisted above her, his eyes closed,
his world tilting as he trembled against her. Ivy convulsed beneath him, crying out
softly, and when he let her hands go, she hung onto him so damned tight it was as
if she’d never let go of him.
And then, Cade wondered if
he
ever would.