Caramel Kisses by T.J. Michaels Page B

crack.
    One hand aided his mouth in tormenting her pussy while the other eased down her thighs, caressed the back of her knees, then slid down to the top of the ankle boots she decided to sport today. When she’d stepped into them this morning, she had to admit to herself that she’d indeed been thinking of this man.
    “Damn, these are some sexy shoes. Shoes made just for fucking. Mmmm .” He nipped the swollen bud of her clit and said, “The way the tops zip up to hug your ankles so tight reminds me of the way your sweet pussy feels wrapped around my cock. Well, let’s put them to use shall we?”
    What? Put what to use?
    “Stand up, Syd . I’d be totally wrong not to fuck you when you’re wearing such a sexy assed pair of fuck-me boots.”
    She loved high heels, loved the way they made her long legs look even longer, her calves more streamlined and sleek. And this particular pair just seemed to ooze sex as she’d modeled in front of her mirror this morning with nothing on but her stockings, bra and these, as Drew called them, ‘fucking shoes’.
    He nibbled and sucked on her pussy lips for a few seconds more, then scooted back and stood, holding out his hand. The second her fingers met Drew’s, he eased her up and around so she stood with her hands on her desk facing the door—the door that reminded her someone could be just on the other side.
    This was crazy! And her ability to conjure up the least bit of care was strangely missing. The alarm she expected to come running into her head never appeared. Finally, she managed to take enough breaths to get some semblance of sanity back. But it was a close thing.
    Pushing away from her desk Sydni attempted to right her clothing. Yuck. Her underwear was cold against her heated flesh when she settled them back into place. “Drew, look, I-we can’t do this here. It’s just not a good…”
    And just like that her shirt was unbuttoned and whisked off, followed by her bra. At least he’d had the sense to hang her blouse neatly over the back of the chair that was soon kicked off to the side. Sydni was settled over the cool wood of her desk, breasts smashed against the calendar that covered the smooth polished top, and her skirt hiked up around her waist. The panties disappeared altogether and Drew’s hands made trails all over her silky stockings.
    “The privileges of being an Executive VP. Your door is locked. Don’t think, baby. Just feel.” The seductive words were followed by a smack to her bare ass that sent a startled expression to her face and a zing to her pussy. The damn thing creamed ridiculously while he knelt again and licked her like a lollypop. Now it produced enough dew to supply the entire nation with enough cream for a year.
    She went to stand up. Strong fingers pressed into the middle of her back until her chest was once again flat against the cool finish of the desk.
    “Head down. Ass up.”
    Smack!
    Oooh, god. It was just too wrong for a man this young to have skills this polished. What the hell had happened? Sydni had always dominated in the sex department. Well, it was obvious Drew wasn’t having it. And to her surprise, she liked it.
    “ Mmm , your ass is so nice and round.”
    Smack!
    His big hands soothed the slight sting, slid up her back and around her shoulders, caressing the skin, easing along until his fingers tugged and rolled her nipples, making her hips roll right along with them.
    “Damn, baby, I love your body.”
    “ Puh ,” she snorted. “Flattery much? Knowing my hips are too wide and my ass is too big.”
    “If I wanted a Barbie doll, I would have pursued one. You’re perfectly lush and curvy in all the right places. I love holding your ass in my hands while I fuck you. And I don’t have to be afraid of breaking you.”
    Her entire being heated in anticipation. God she wanted him.
    The plump head of his cock nudged against her achy pussy lips. Slippery and slick with dew, Sydni wiggled frantically trying to get him