N. Walters - Craving Candy

Both of them were breathing hard now. Candy’s hands had moved at some point and were now gripping the sides of his neck as she pulled him closer. He forced himself to retreat once again. “Have dinner with me, sugar. You won’t regret it.”

She let out a whimper as he captured her mouth again. This time there was no holding back. What was it about this particular woman that made him lose all control? At his age, he thought his days of being led around by his dick were long over. But Candy made a mockery of his self-discipline. His entire body was clenched tight with need and he was so incredibly close to shoving everything off her desk, spreading her across the hard surface, flipping up her skirt and driving himself into her waiting warmth.

And she would be wet for him. He knew she would.

Without breaking their kiss, he hauled her out of the chair. Pulling her between his spread thighs, he cupped her ass in his hands and rubbed her mound over his erection. Tugging at the fabric of her skirt with his fingers, he yanked it upward until he could slip his hand beneath it. Once again, she was wearing thigh-high stockings. He promised himself that one day he’d fuck her while she was wearing nothing but a pair of those ridiculously high-heeled shoes that she seemed to favor and these fabulous stockings.

The image made his cock throb, so he yanked open his jeans, allowing his erection to spring forward. At the same time, he pushed her skirt upward in the front and pulled her closer so that his aching flesh was pressed tight against the heat of her silk panties. He almost yelled with pleasure as she rotated her hips, grinding her pussy against him. Clasping her silk-covered behind with his hands, he silently encouraged her.

Slanting his lips over hers, he devoured her mouth, fucking it with his tongue, claiming it as his. He pushed one of his hands lower over her ass, slipping it between her thighs. She widened her stance, letting him touch her, moaning her pleasure as his fingers slid over the slick, wet fabric. Skimming the edge of the fabric, he slipped his fingers beneath.

His breath was coming so hard now that he was afraid his chest might burst. She was hot and wet, just as he’d known she would be. Damn, she was so naturally sensual and giving, she drove him wild. He had to have her.

There was a loud knock at the door.

They pulled apart and stared at each other. Lucas swore as he gingerly removed his hand from inside her panties. Candy hurriedly pushed her skirt down and stared at his groin as he carefully zipped his jeans over his erection. Even though he was clenching his teeth against the pain, he almost grinned at the look on her face. Part hungry, part appalled, it made him feel better to know that she was in this just as deep as he was. “Sugar, you’re not helping.”

Her head jerked up and she gasped, her cheeks turning pink.

The person on the other side of the door knocked again. “Candy, are you busy?” The doorknob turned and a woman walked in. Lucas managed to seat Candy back in her chair and take a step away from her before the new arrival realized that there was someone else in the office. She looked startled but recovered quickly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know Ms. Logan was busy. I’ll come back later.”

“That okay. We’re done… for now.” He left those last two words hanging in the air. It was up to Candy now. She knew his terms. The last thing he wanted to do was leave her, but he forced himself to walk across the room. It was surprisingly difficult given the tightness of his pants. He saw the other woman’s eyes widen in surprise, but thankfully she refrained from making any comment.

When he got to the door, he turned back. Candy was still sitting in her chair, looking slightly stunned. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks were rosy and her hair was a bit more mussed. But other than that, she appeared almost exactly as she had when he’d arrived. “Enjoy your brownies.”

As he turned to walk out the door, he tossed one parting challenge over his shoulder. “I’ll wait for your call.”

Feeling much better in spite of his unrequited sexual desire, he sauntered toward the elevator, already planning what he’d make Candy for dessert.

Missy never took her eyes from Lucas as he strolled out of the office. She carefully closed the door and turned toward Candy. “Should I even ask?” Before she could respond, Missy was shaking her head. “Forget I said that. I have to know.”

Seating herself comfortably in one of the chairs, Missy propped her elbows on the arms and steepled her fingers together in anticipation. She waited quietly for about thirty seconds before her curiosity finally got the better of her. “Girl, who is that hunk of man who just left here? I know I interrupted something. With the heat level in here, I’m surprised y’all didn’t set off the sprinkler system.”

Candy pushed a lock of hair out of her face and blew out a breath. “That, my dear, was Lucas Squires.”

Missy’s mouth dropped open and then abruptly clamped shut. “You’re joking.”

Her friend’s reaction made her grin. It was rare that anything ever ruffled Missy’s composure. “Nope.” Ignoring the dampness between her thighs and the desire still flooding her body, she leaned forward and picked up the white box from her desk. She offered it to Missy. “Here, have one of these. You’ll definitely feel better.”

Missy plucked a brownie from the box and took a large bite. More slowly, Candy selected another of the chocolate treats, bit into it and allowed the flavors to explode on her tongue. She knew what to expect. Her friend, on the other hand, was in for a surprise.

First Missy frowned, then she began to chew more slowly and her eyes closed as she continued to eat. She swallowed and moaned with pleasure before opening her eyes and staring at the remaining piece of brownie in her hand.

Candy took another tiny bite while she waited. Missy eventually looked at her, then back at the brownie and then back to her again. “Please tell me he didn’t make these?”

Nodding smugly, Candy chewed and swallowed, refusing to talk while she still had chocolate in her mouth. “He made them for me this morning.”

“Omigod. If you don’t want him, I’ll take him.”

A wave of jealousy washed through her at Missy’s casual comment and her entire body stiffened. She’d always been insecure about her own looks and didn’t want to think what might happen if Missy made a play for Lucas.

“I want him.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew they were the absolute truth. She did want him. Badly. She wanted to have dinner with him and spend time getting to know him as they promoted his book. But most of all, she wanted to sleep with him.

She’d never reacted to any other man she’d ever met the way she did to Lucas. There was an earthiness about him that drew her. The man oozed bad boy sex appeal with his jeans, T-shirt and leather jacket. The explosiveness of their first two meetings guaranteed she’d be more than sexually satisfied if she decided to take him up on his offer. But why did she always seem to attract men who weren’t good for her?

Candy wanted a stable man in her life. One who was responsible, dependable, made a decent living, worked hard and paid his taxes. Maybe that sounded boring, but after the examples of her father and brother, Candy wasn’t willing to settle for anything less.

But that didn’t mean that she couldn’t have a fling with Lucas. The man never said he wanted a long-term relationship. He’d quite bluntly stated that he wanted to fuck her. She licked her suddenly dry lips, almost hearing him whisper the words as he kissed her.

“Mmm.” Candy jerked up her head in time to watch Missy swallow the last of her brownie. “Okay, you can have him, but only if I get more of these.” Sighing, she sat up straight and gave the box a baleful stare. “But enough of this. What happened at the party yesterday afternoon?”

Candy debated exactly how much to share with her friend, but in the end, she spilled it all. Okay, maybe not quite all the graphic details, but the gist of what had happened.

“So let me get this straight.” Missy ticked each item off on her fingers as she listed them. “You didn’t know who he was?” When Candy nodded, she continued. “But you ended up almost having sex with him in a storage room?” Again, she paused for confirmation. “Then he shows up with these amazing brownies for you this morning?” Missy’s gaze wavered toward the white box before coming back to Candy. “He’ll do the promotion, but only if you have dinner with him, which really means he wants to have hot monkey sex with you? Am I right?”

“I wouldn’t call it hot monkey sex.” Missy arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow at her. “Okay, maybe I would,” Candy conceded. “But you can see the problem, right?”

“Are you nuts?” Missy sat forward in her chair, reached across the desk and grabbed Candy’s hand. “This guy is hot for you. I swear I saw steam rising off the both of you when I walked into the room. All jokes aside, though, in all the years I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you react like this to any man. You owe it to yourself to take a chance.”

She wanted so badly to believe her friend. “But what about conflict of interest?”

“Girl, you’re not his lawyer, doctor or priest. You’re his publicist. You’ll work with him for a few weeks now and maybe a few weeks after the book is released and then you’ll both go on to other things. You have other clients and he has a business to run. Who is going to care if you start a relationship?”

“That’s what Lucas said.” Candy could feel the tight ball of tension that had been in the pit of her stomach since yesterday evening loosen ever so slightly.