Nothing’s Sweeter Than Candy

At the first sign of morning light, Candace stirred and came fully awake to the pleasant sensation of a warm body lying beside her, and strong masculine arms surrounding her. Smiling with the pleasant memory of where she was, she rolled over to see beautiful sleepy blue eyes peering at her from beneath a cap of dark and tousled hair.

“Good morning.” She reached up to brush aside wayward strands that threatened to obscure his sight.

“What beautiful blue eyes you have,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on his chin.

“The better to see you with,” he growled playfully.

Nuzzling in closer, she was again made painfully aware of his arousal pressed intimately against her thighs. “Um, now that the three of us are awake, what ever should we do?”

“I told you to ignore him. He has a one-track mind. Besides, he always wakes up long before I do.”

“You know,” she said, pinning him with a meaningful look, “eventually we’re going to have to do something about his shameless behavior, right?”

“I’m counting on it. But it won’t be today.”

“Well, if you insist.” She pouted. “I suppose I’ll let you get away with this sweet, albeit misguided attempt at chivalry for now. But you should know up front I’m a high-maintenance kind of girl used to having her way. So, consider yourself forewarned. Right now, I’ll settle for being fed. What’s for breakfast?”

“Are you going to be this demanding the entire time we’re together?”

“Absolutely.” She grinned.

He grinned back and kissed her on her nose, and then untangled himself from her arms and quickly got out of bed. “If you’re going to stay here, you’ll have to pull your weight. Meet me in the kitchen in ten minutes.” He turned and left the room.

Candace lay in bed a while longer. She hadn’t been the least bit alarmed by Brice’s earlier statement that they would make love. The attraction was mutual, and the two of them becoming intimate was inevitable. She’d enjoyed lying next to him all through the night and had felt safe cuddled in his arms—a feeling she was woefully unaccustomed to.

Poignant memories of nights with Nash, void of intimacy and affection, flashed in her head. Nash? Crap. Where did he come from to ruin my feel-good moment? She didn’t want to think about him right now—who he really was or what he might be capable of. She was with Brice, and Brice was nothing like Nash. That thought put the smile back on her face and made her jump out of bed and hurry to the bathroom. She quickly washed her face, brushed her teeth, and combed her wild, curly mane of hair up into a bushy ponytail perched on the top of her head.

Still dressed in cotton drawstring pajamas and a tank top, she hurried downstairs to meet Brice in the kitchen. What she saw there stopped her dead in her tracks, tightened her nipples, and sent a flash of warmth straight to her center, causing it to ache and throb with anticipation. Brice was bent over in front of the refrigerator, his muscular arms flexing as he reached inside. His firm rear end was so enticing it took every ounce of self-control she had not to walk up behind him, grab his ass, and rub all over him like a cat in heat.

The man had a body to die for: tall and lean with well-defined abdominals and chest muscles beneath an undershirt that stretched tight across his torso. His arms were muscled and roped with veins that stood out with implied strength. He was virtually a walking advertisement for a gym membership, and he’d be perfectly cast in one of those TV infomercials selling newfangled workout equipment. She knew he looked good in a suit and tie, but hot damn, he looked even better dressed in less. When he’d come to her room under the cover of darkness, Lord knows she’d felt every hardened inch of him pressed against her, separated only by two thin layers of cloth. Now in the light of day, she ogled his near-naked glory, feeling damp and needy—and wishing like hell he weren’t so determined to be a gentleman.

Of course, he picked that instant to stand up and catch her gawking. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the impressive outline of his “friend,” which she’d enjoyed pushing tight and aroused against her all night long. The full frontal was even more magnificent as it hung low and swayed from side to side. She had to lean against the counter to keep from collapsing on the floor. The unexpected rush of heat and desire made her dizzy. Oh my God. He’s got a six-pack—and packing an extra nine down below.

“Caught you looking.” He grinned as he closed the refrigerator door with his hip, his hands full of food for breakfast.

“Damn right you did,” she said defiantly, clinching her fists as a rosy blush spread across her face and down her throat. “Traipsing around the kitchen wearing fancy pajamas and precious little else, you’re lucky that ‘looking’ is all I was doing.”

Brice laughed out loud. “I apologize for the distraction, but this is the most I’ve worn in my own home in years. So, you’re lucky I’m not ‘traipsing’ around in my birthday suit.”

Lord o’ mercy. I did not need that visual running through my head. “Then I’ll overlook your exhibitionism, this time,” she countered flippantly with her nose in the air. “But a girl can handle only so much testosterone in an enclosed space. So don’t blame me if I look at you like a dog drooling over his favorite toy. If you insist on making such a blatant display, then you have no one to fault but yourself.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. “Let’s put you to work. You said you were hungry, so we need to get you fed.” He gave her a mischievous look and wiggled his eyebrows. “Maybe a full stomach will help take the edge off?”

A full stomach is not what I had in mind. She felt a more ferocious hunger taking hold. She stood aside as he placed breakfast food and cooking utensils on the counter. From the looks of it, he was preparing to feed an army, with fruit, eggs, bacon, sausage, and fixings for pancakes.

“What can I do to help?”

“How good are you with a knife?”

Prelude To Seduction

“What are you doing?”

“I’m undressing you” he murmurs, as his fingers deftly unfasten the buttons of her blouse and unzip her skirt.  His mouth teases and nibbles at her neck and shoulder.

“Silly man, of course you’re undressing me” she giggles.  “Maybe my question should have been,Why?”  

“Because” he whispers in her ear and let his lips journey down her cheek to trail kisses across her chin and lips “I love to touch your skin, and I can’t touch you with all these clothes on.”

Her smile is warm and sexy; her breath is hot and sweet.  “I know, but if you keep this up I’ll never get out of here on time.”

“That’s the plan” he says, showing off perfect beautiful white teeth in a wide wolfish grin.

“I can’t be late, not again!” She shrieks with laughter when he leans forward and licks that elusive sensitive spot, just behind her ear.  

“I’ll bet no one will even notice.  Come on babe, let me send you off with a smile on your face,” he cajoles.  “Or at least let me send you off with a smile on my face,” he grins and wiggles his eyebrows up and down.  She shakes her head and laughs at his twisted sense of humor knowing she won’t resist, and she’ll eventually give up and give in to his persuasive mouth and convincing hands.  Ignoring her feeble attempts at protest he continues to methodically strip her clothing away, piece by piece until she stands completely naked and exposed to his appraising gaze.   He lays her down upon the bed and blankets her with his body, burying his face between the divide of her soft succulent breasts.

“Mm” he sighs in muffled contentment. “You feel so soft.  I could lay here forever.”  

“We don’t have forever” she purrs seductively “and I can’t wait that long.  You’ve got me naked; you need to do something about it right now.”

“I’m more than happy to oblige, my lady,” he responds, his voice low and husky with need.  “Your demand… my wish.”  He brushes and strokes her body with nimble fingers and knowledgeable hands, familiar with every curve, every dip and every hollow.  He knows her body in intimate detail, and he knows what it takes to make her hum, purr, and sing for him.    

“I love the way you smell.  You smell like ice cream,” he mumbles and slowly kisses and licks his way down her length.

“Ice cream?”

“Yeah, ice cream.  I want to see if you taste like ice cream, too.”   He reaches his destination and settles himself between her legs, at the juncture where her silky smooth thighs spread and separate, and allow him access to her liquid heat.  He pushes his face down and into her hot heated crevice, inhaling deeply and drawing in the distinctly musky sweet scent of her sex.  His tongue flicks and licks and laps and tastes the gathering pool of nectar, generated by his skillful touch.    

“You taste like caramel, like caramel over ice cream,” he whispers against her sensitive bud.  “Um, you’re so sweet.  I can never get enough of your taste.”   He continues to stroke her silken walls with his tongue and to tease her hidden pearl; then dip deep inside to taste more of her.  She moans and writhes from the pleasure.   

“Oh babe it feels so good, but I want to feel you inside me.  I need to have your hard throbbing cock here,” she uses her hand to point the way, “inside me now.”  

He shudders with his desire and rises up to fulfill her urgent plea.  He pushes her legs higher, spreads them wider, moving into position to plunge deep.  Her moans excite him and stir and push him toward the edge.  He presses the tip of his shaft at her entrance, anxious and impatient to feel her hot velvet sheath wrapped and squeezing tightly around his…….


His eyes flew open to the instantly recognizable sound of the alarm clock incessantly beeping; the noise loud enough to wake the dead.  David came fully awake, his body taut, rigid and aching with a raging hard-on; his cock hard enough to punch through steel.   Damn!  It was another damn dream!  He groans and angrily slaps the OFF button on his clock.   Closing his eyes and resting his head against the headboard he tries to breathe through his painful erection; knowing the feeling will subside as the memory of the dream fades.  Unable to completely quell the desire that constantly rides him, he punches the pillow in utter frustration; hard, hot and achingly unfulfilled.

Love Hard, Love Deep

Gabe sauntered into the office whistling and waving a briefcase full of signed contracts in the air before dropping it on Iris’s desk. He bounced around the corner, snatched her out of her seat and waltzed her around in a little dance before gripping her in a bone crushing hug.

“Hello darlin’. How’s the best dang secretary in the state of Georgia doing this fine mornin’?”

“Get away from me with that fake Texas accent.” She laughed and slapped his hands away. “Don’t try to sweet-talk me. I know you’re bringing me a butt-load of work in that briefcase.”

“Iris, I’m hurt and offended that you would accuse me of having ulterior motives for my gen-u-wine affection.”

“Save it cowboy. I’ve known you too long to be fooled.” Iris laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners into fine lines, created by plump cheeks and years of excessive smiling. She playfully pushed him away and took her seat again.

Gabriel Cummings and Rick Thorne’s friendship spanned years. Long before the company existed. The two served in the military together until both men decided to call it quits, and Rick convinced Gabe to go into business with him. Gabe’s expertise in counter-intelligence and surveillance was a valuable asset, especially when handling Rick’s other, more sensitive assignments.

Thorne Enterprises was exactly as it appeared on the surface. And a lot more. Contracts with government and federal law enforcement agencies took the business outside cooperate parameters. Contracts that could lead to lethal confrontations. A place every member of his team functioned with ease and familiarity.

The two men were polar opposites, Rick, hardcore, strict and controlled with very little deviation from the straight and narrow. Gabe, fun loving, risk taking and didn’t have a problem bending rules. And Gabe actually liked dressing in a suit and tie.

“Is Rick in his office?”

“Yes, but he’s with a potential client. A walk-in.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s he like? Anything interesting?” Gabe asked, unbuttoning his suit jacket and loosening the knot in his tie.

“It’s not a ‘he’.” Iris responded, pulling files from the briefcase, examining sheaves of papers and organizing them into stacks on her desk. “She seemed typical. Maybe a little nervous and high-strung.” Iris stopped shuffling papers for a moment and peered over at Gabe, lips pursed and the corners of her eyes now crinkled in thought. Tapping a finger on an overstuffed file folder. “I’d say the most interesting thing was Rick’s reaction, when I told him her name.”

“Yeah?” Gabe turned his attention to the closed door, mulling over Iris’s comment, still pulling on the ends of his tie. “What’s her name?”

“Nylah James.”

Gabe’s head snapped in Iris’s direction and then back to the door again.

“Oh, fuck.” he blurted and rushed forward.

“Wait! You can’t go in there!” Iris hissed after him. Bursting through the door he pulled up to a full stop, eyes bulging and mouth gaping open.

“Damn, it’s true. Nylah!” Gabe shouted, slammed the door shut and hurried across the room, his arms spread wide. Dragging her into an unbreakable embrace he squeezed so tight it was a wonder bones didn’t break. Gabe cupped her face and rained kisses on both cheeks, forehead and lips before burrowing his head between her neck and shoulder, and wrapping his arms around her again.

“Damn.” He repeated, his voice muffled. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”

“It’s good to see you too Gabe.” Nylah grunted against his tight embrace, laughter bubbling in her throat. She hugged him back just as hard, her eyes squinted and sparkling with humor and affection.

They stayed connected, swaying side to side until Gabe jerked back and dropped his hands, lines in his forehead scrunching together. The momentary rush of excitement faded and slowly morphed into belligerent, self-righteous indignation. Suddenly he barked at her, “Woman, where the hell have you been for the past three years? You fucking up and disappear, and don’t look back? Hell, I know you left Rick. But what about me? I thought we were family.”

“I know baby, I’m sorry.” She cooed and stroked his cheek. “Unfortunately when things didn’t work out, you became a casualty. And since you belonged to him first, I didn’t think I stood a chance of winning the custody battle.”