Recipe for Attraction (4 page)

She blinked and looked up. “I think I could use some
fun
right now.”

He placed his thumb and forefinger on her chin. “Then I think for the very first time we agree on something.”

Neil swooped down and pressed his lips against hers. The moan that surrounded him wasn’t his own and that fuelled his desire even more.

Her fingers played with his hair at the nape of his neck. “You’re not wearing a hard hat,” she whispered against his lips. “I’m legally required to make sure that protection equipment is worn at all times.”

Neil pulled away, a tiny smile curving at the side of lips. “How about you school me in health and safety rules tomorrow.” He lifted the hat off her head and lowered it to his side, letting it slip through his fingers and onto the floor. Her body tensed when it hit the ground. “Right now, all you’re required to do is exactly what I say.”

Her eyes lit up and her lips pursed. “We’ll see who’s in charge.”

He was going to have this woman. He was going to replay every dirty dream, every dirty thought he’d had over the last year featuring Carson Kelly and make it a reality.

And it all started tonight.

…

Carson couldn’t let Neil walk out that door. She wouldn’t. Not when she knew the danger, the risk. She was the one person standing between him and possible death. She had to do something. She couldn’t have another person’s death on her conscience.

But maybe she felt more for Neil than she realized. She certainly couldn’t deny her attraction to him.

He’s your client.
He’s off limits
. Warning bells rang loud in her brain but she paid them no attention. The desperation to keep him safe had obviously messed with her logic because they were kissing. And groping. And it was fantastic.

He needed to flee from the lure of the track and if the type of comfort he needed included him ramming his cock inside her—so be it. Based on the dampness between her legs she was more than willing to take one for the team.

His lips worked in the same manner as they had the night before. There was nothing gentle about this man. Not his stature, not his voice, not his hands, and definitely not his lips.

Neil grabbed her wrists and lifted, securing them above her head against the glass of the window and she held on tight, opening herself up to his mercy.

He pressed his pelvis against her, the hard length unmistakable against her stomach. His mouth lowered and he peppered kisses across her jaw then down her neck.

It was the heaviness of Neil’s body against her that confirmed this wasn’t a dream, although she had dreamt about having sex with him, in this very restaurant, countless times during the construction phase, surrounded by power tools and possibilities. But the real Neil Harrison didn’t need a power tool to get the job done. The only tool he needed was the one that pushed hard against her stomach. And she knew without a doubt he was exactly the type of man who knew how to use it.

“Have you thought about this?” she asked between heavy pants.

He attacked her lips again. She pushed her pelvis forward and lifted her leg to wrap around his hips. It was the perfect contact she needed to sate the ache between her legs. “Because I’ve thought about this…a lot.” She gasped when he pressed harder. “Really a lot.”

Neil finally let go of her hands and wasted no time pulling at the button of her pants. When her fly was open he slid his hands down her backside and cupped her bottom. He squeezed hard but it wasn’t the action she was looking for.

She moaned. “That feels good. But that’s not where I’ve imagined your hands.” Leaning in, she whispered, “They belong between my legs.”

Neil grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled. “You ride. You race. You’re athletic and successful.”

“Don’t go falling in love with me now. This is purely a distract-you-from-racing fuck.” She nuzzled against his cheek and groaned at the feel of his five o’clock shadow abrading her skin. “And I’m definitely in need of a good fuck.”

“Christ.” He groaned. “And you talk dirty.”

She raised her eyes and they locked with his. “Now who’s the daddy’s girl?”

He thrust his hardness against her again.

“Take off my pants,” she commanded.

He complied. Smoothing his hands down her bottom toward her legs and taking her pants with them. When her legs had been pulled free she leaned against the window.

He took in the length of her body and it didn’t make her uncomfortable for one second. She knew she looked good. She worked hard to look good.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

“Take off your shirt.” Despite his demand, she heard the anticipation in his voice.

“Take off
your
shirt.”

Even in an intimate situation they battled for dominance. But her request was more to satisfy her curiosity. She had no doubt his chest was as exceptional bare as when he filled out a dress shirt, but she needed to know where that tattoo on his neck disappeared to.

But this time, Neil won. He grabbed at the hem of her shirt and lifted, her arms following his movements
.

He fondled her breasts with his big hands, squeezing and kneading with precision. Her bra cups dipped below her nipples and he leaned in, taking one stiff peak into his hot mouth. She clutched his head, pushing him closer, harder.

Neil straightened and grabbed her hips. Without notice, she was off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips.

He walked them to the nearest table, and sat her on the edge.

Neil reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. When the purple, shiny wrapper appeared Carson sighed. Thank goodness one of them was prepared. She hadn’t thought about protection once since they had agreed to sex.

While Neil ripped the wrapper, Carson took care of his erection, pulling it out of his pants. She cradled the thick member, rubbing along the smooth skin. And if she wasn’t in such a hurry to get off, she might have even leaned down and sucked it into her mouth.

When he was sheathed, Neil took position between her legs and rubbed his tip against her aching flesh, long, slow strokes up her folds, circling at her clit.

“Do it,” she cried. “Fuck me.”

With a groan and a thrust he plunged his cock inside her and didn’t let up for a second. He worked his hard length in and out to his own rhythm.

She gripped the rail than ran behind the first level of tables and braced herself, meeting his thrusts, and with every up-stroke their bodies fused together.

But it wasn’t enough.

She let her hands slide down her body, one hand tweaking her stiff nipple, the other finding her clit.

Before she’d barely touched herself, he pulled out and dropped to his knees, replacing her fingers with his mouth.

“Neil.” She gasped and lifted her head. “You don’t have to do…” She moaned. “Yes, yes! You have to do exactly that.”

Neil’s tongue worked magic on her clit. She bucked on the table, clutching his hair with her fingers.

She let her head fly from one side to the other, and when she looked down and found his green eyes staring up at her, she exploded.

Before the tremors of her orgasm subsided, he stood and plunged back inside her, thrusting hard and deep. The force of his cock sparked another orgasm and she soared.

He grunted, and with one last thrust, spasmed inside her.

Neil’s head rested against her shoulder. They both gulped in air and didn’t speak in what seemed like a long time, content to stay wrapped in each other’s embrace.

Finally Neil lifted his head and when their gaze met she shivered. He pressed his lips against hers and rattled her foundation with a scorching kiss. She wondered if every kiss would be like this, like it was the first time, every time.

Carson slid her arms up his hard chest and clasped them behind his neck. The closer contact caused her to thrust her hips upward, aching for round two. The kiss settled, their lips slowly parting ways.

She cradled her hand along his cheek.

“I’m already thinking about racing.”

Carson tensed. So it wasn’t as good for him as it was for her. Should she have expected any different?

“I’m thinking about what it would be like to fuck you on my bed after I win.”

She smiled. His mind was definitely somewhere other than on the actual track. Her work here was done.

He brushed her hair back off her face. “I’m thinking about what it would be like to fuck you on my bike.”

She grabbed at his chin and sternly said, “There will be no racing. And as for the fucking…”

“It stays between us,” he whispered. “This project is too important. I can’t let my private life overshadow it.”

She caressed his cheek. “Just between us.”

He kissed the top of her nose. “And you were saying…about the fucking? You did promise to keep me occupied when I got the urge to race.”

She smiled. She had promised. She promised she’d do whatever it took to keep him away from the track. Anything. Especially if
this
was the fringe benefit.

“A promise
is
a promise.”

And given the way her body throbbed with pleasure, she hoped she had to keep that promise for a very long time.

Chapter Four

Carson stared at her laptop, reviewing the final slide of the Bower Industries presentation that she was going to give at her meeting next week.

“Yes, that’s a very good idea,” Evan Randall, Carson’s second-in-command on the Madewood project, laid his hand on his hard hat as he spoke into his phone. “I’m going to have to run that by Carson and—” He nodded even though the person on the other end of the phone call couldn’t see. “It’s important that we’re all on the same page. Yes. See you then.” He pushed the end button on his smartphone.

Evan sidled up to the desk. He looked the same as always, easy going, a faint hint of a smile just waiting to be coaxed into a full grin.

“Who was that?” Carson asked.

Evan hesitated and set his clipboard on the table. “Martin.”

“Martin?” Carson put down her pencil. “What did he want?”

She knew what he wanted. To check up on her. But she wanted to hear it from an objective party.

“He wants to go over the inspection documents. Make sure everything is in order.”

That sneaky, ass-kissing, arrogant bastard.

“I’m sorry.” Evan wore a pained expression. “You know where my loyalty lies.”

She shrugged. “I know this wasn’t something you could challenge. I’d never ask you to jeopardize your job for my sake. It’s all right. Just indulge him.”

That slimy son of a bitch. But then again, maybe he was calling on her father’s behalf.

A few moments passed and Evan did his best to make conversation. “I noticed you were burning the midnight oil again.” He crossed his arms over his chest. She knew that tone. Here came the fatherly lecture. Funny how she hated it but loved it at the same time. She would give anything for her own father to care as much as Evan did.

She bit her cheek to hide her smile.

“You know me… my brain always wants to work overtime. Besides, I have a lot of work ahead of me for the Bower Project. It just saves a lot of travel time if I just stay in one place.”

After all, if she hadn’t been working here late last night, Neil never would have found her.

A thrill shot through her body at the memory.

“It’s not healthy,” Evan continued. “Work is important but you also need to have a life.”

He slipped his hard hat off to readjust it on his head. When his hand came up he knocked one of her pens onto the floor.

“I got it.” He bent and his head disappeared under the table. “Carson?”

“Hmm…”

He twisted on his feet and brought his head up from under the table. “Maybe I should have a little chat about inappropriate use of the site before I send everyone home tonight.”

He held out a condom wrapper. The same purple foil that Neil had discarded last night.

She sucked in a hard breath and placed her hand on her neck. Heat made its way up her neck and settled in her cheeks.

“You’re all flushed.” Burton dropped the wrapper on the table. “It’s nothing to get angry about. I’ll chat with…”

“Carson?” Neil strode over to the table looking as scrumptious as he had last night. This time he wore both protective head and foot wear.

Pillow talk did work.

“Did I happen to leave…?” He stopped and he smiled when he looked over at the railing. “There they are.” He walked past them and picked up his riding gloves. He slapped the gloves on his palm and when he turned to face them, his eyes immediately zeroed in on the evidence of their encounter.

“I’m sorry Mr. Harrison.” Evan stepped forward. “There is no excuse for this type of behavior. I’ll talk to my boys.”

“I expect you will.” Without missing a beat, Neil turned his attention to Carson. “I expect you’ll have your workers in line for the next project you take on.” He shoved one glove into his jacket pocket. “Others may not be so considerate toward such behavior.”

Despite being thankful for his professionalism under pressure, Carson wanted to slap him for the public scolding.

“Ms. Kelly, can I see you in the kitchen for a few minutes?” Neil asked. “I just have a couple of questions about the inspection.”

“Sure thing.”

Evan didn’t watch Neil walk away. Instead he laid his gaze on Carson. Was that an I-know-what-you-did-last-night gaze?

She shook her head and headed to find Neil.

When she entered the kitchen, it was empty. She stood in the doorway and admired the gleaming appliances and sparkling countertops. This was her first time designing a kitchen. It had taken a lot of research and a lot of consultation as she worked with Neil and his kitchen team to meet his stringent criteria. Neil knew what he wanted and there was no compromise.

“Neil?”

As soon as she said his name the door to the walk-in fridge flew open and an arm grabbed her, pulling her into the frigid temperature.

“Neil!” His body surrounded her but instead of the warmth she had experienced last night, he was cold, but no less hard.

“I thought you were going to stand me up?” His breath surrounded her face in white puffs of condensation, the warmth a welcome feeling against her face.

“I should have since you seem to not like cleaning up after your mess. That was a close call. What if someone else had found it?”

He grinned. “Lucky for us it all worked out.”

“You wanted to talk about the inspection?”

“Hell no. I wanted to talk about the fact that I’ve been thinking about you lying on top of that table all morning and how much I want to do it again.”

Inside, her stomach fluttered. Outside, she remained firm in her convictions. “I thought the deal was only when you were feeling anxious.”

“I’m anxious again.” He grabbed her hand and placed it on his very hard, very large erection.

She whacked his chest with her free hand. “The offer stands only when you feel the need to ride.”

He grinned. “I’m a man with access to a beautiful woman that knows exactly how I like it.”

“Is that so?” Carson couldn’t help but fill with pride. Pleasing a man like Neil wasn’t her life-long priority, but it was definitely a bonus to be told that she knew what she was doing between the sheets. Not that they’d used sheets. And it didn’t seem like they were going to be using them anytime soon. Not today at least.

“And what is it exactly that you like?” she challenged, stroking him through his slacks.

He leaned in and whispered against her ear. “That sexy mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.”

For a second time, her insides fluttered. He definitely knew how to get her heart rate going double time. “But you don’t even know what that feels like.”

His response was a kiss, his mouth descending upon hers hard and fast. It caused her hard hat to fall off her head.

He pulled away and stopped the kiss by biting her bottom lip between his straight, white teeth. “I’m going to find out what it feels like right now.”

“Here? In the fridge?” Since the walk-in hadn’t been stocked with food yet, the temperature wasn’t as cold as it would normally have been, but it was still cool enough. She was freezing her tush off. “Anyone could walk in on us.”

Carson had worked hard on this project, hoping to be recognized for her talent. And the decision to do, or suck off, her client in an industrial refrigerator, could undo all of that work.

While gazing at the heat swirling in Neil’s eyes and gripping the erection that strained the front of his pants, her brain was flooded by memories of the night before. The way his hands felt on her body. The way he licked her until she came. She stifled a sigh.

Revisiting her old racing stomping grounds two nights ago had re-lit a fire inside her. One that forced her to remember all of the reasons why she had used racing as a way to feel alive after her mother’s death.

Now it would be Neil’s skilled hands, delicious mouth, and gorgeous, hard cock making her feel alive.

Besides, a promise was a promise. She promised she would be here for him, whenever he felt anxious. Whether she believed he was truly wired for a race or not. She never went back on her word.

She reached up and cupped his cheek. “All right. I guess doing all the work will warm me up anyway.” She winked and slithered down his body, kissing his chest, his stomach, and his pelvis.

Her hands, barely in working order from the temperature, fumbled to undo the buckle of his belt and yank his boxers down.

He hissed when her frigid fingers made contact with his exposed length. “Fucking cold.”

“This was your idea, remember?”

He nodded. “And you have exactly what I need to warm it up. So you better get to work before it freezes and falls off. Otherwise, what good would I be to you?”

She smiled.
You’d still be plenty good.
She shook off the thought and fisted her hand around his base. With a gentle motion, she pumped up and down, her tongue snaking out to lick the tip with every down stroke.

He jerked when she placed her other hand on his pelvis and she heard him inhaled sharply from the cold.

Opening her mouth, she took him in slowly, at first just the tip. She suckled and licked the turgid head. She loved the way it glistened in the light. His moans filled the small space and he breathed heavily through his nostrils, the white puffs of air blocking her view of the rigid lines of his handsome face.

With every thrust she took him deeper and soon she was swallowing him all the way to the back of her throat. He grabbed the sides of her head and took over the action and fucked her mouth in deep, rhythmic strokes. Just like with everything else, he needed to be in control. And for the first time, she realized she didn’t mind one bit.

When he released her head, she pulled away, panting, trying her best to catch her breath. She used her hand to pump up and down his length. “Still cold?”

He bent down to where she was kneeling and captured her lips, his tongue manipulating her mouth in the best possible way. “Take off your shirt,” he whispered.

His firm demands, which in their professional relationship infuriated her, now set fire to her insides. But for as much as she burned with the need to feel him deep inside of her, she wanted to finish what she’d started. “We’re here for you, not me.”

“Yes, we are, and I want you topless. I’m going to come all over those beautiful tits.”

She let go of his swollen shaft long enough to remove her T-shirt and bra.

Her nipples hardened even more with the direct exposure to the cold. Neil squeezed at them, the bite of pain mixed with pleasure.

Carson wrapped her hand around him again and returned him to her mouth. Breathing through her nose, she sucked him down, each time swirling her tongue along the underside.

Neil gripped the sides of her face as he pumped his hips harder and faster with every second.

He groaned and started to pull away, but Carson followed him, sucking the head of his shaft. Despite the eroticism of his commands, she still wanted the satisfaction of giving him what he needed.

“Carson, I’m coming.”

She released him as his hand replaced her mouth. She straightened her back and thrust out her breasts just as he came all over them.

It was erotic and dirty and one of the hottest things Carson had experienced.

When he was finished, she leaned in and returned to suckling him, knowing that he would be even more sensitive having just climaxed.

He exhaled sharply. “I need some rest time.”

She looked up at him and pouted. “You look ready to go to me.” Despite having just had a monster orgasm he was still semi-hard.

He gently brushed her hair off her face. “We better get you cleaned up before that freezes.”

She nipped at his fingers and laughed.

Neil slipped back into his pants and zipped up. “I’ll be right back.”

The moment Neil stepped out of the fridge, reality set in. What the fuck was she doing? She was half naked with ejaculate all over her breasts in the fridge of her latest project. What if Evan found her in here? What if one of the workers found her in here? What if her father found out?

She had to pull it together. And quickly.

Neil returned and wiped her breasts with a wet towel, the heat from the water a welcome sensation. For as demanding as he was, this side of him, this tenderness, was unexpected. He wiped her clean and then dried her off with a towel. He reached for the her T-shirt and bra hanging on the shelving unit. She barely remembered removing it, let alone it being suspended in mid-air behind her.

When she was clothed, he drew her in closer and kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” She sighed. “But do you think we can get out of here. I’m freezing.”

“Of course.” He picked up her hard hat and plunked it down on her head, then opened the fridge door. He took a peek outside to make sure the coast was clear before they stepped out. Even with the air conditioner going, the kitchen was considerably warmer than the walk-in.

She moved away but his hand remained clasped with hers, preventing her from leaving.

“What are you doing tonight?”

His question surprised her. They had agreed to sex, not spending time together. Although she wasn’t going to complain.

Sex with Neil had been as exciting as the racing scene.