Page 50 of Savage in the Sweets
I obey, sinking my tongue deep inside of her before bringing it up and around her caramel-flavored folds. I love the taste of her, but I have to admit, licking the caramel from her flesh is a fun game. It’s sticky, making it hard to remove, and from the curve of her spine and upward thrusts toward my mouth, I’d say she prefers it that way.
The sound of her pants livens my strokes, igniting my own passion. Burying myself balls deep into Lacy is the closest thing to heaven a man’s likely to find on this earth, but I’ll have to settle for a lively exploration with my tongue. I can hardly complain.
Her body begins to tremble, which quickly transforms into a raging quake. I anchor her hips to the desktop so she can’t push me off as I suck her clit into my mouth, sending her spiraling into blissful ecstasy.
She curses my name as she loses control, unleashing a guttural moan I didn’t know she had in her as she bucks into me.
My cock pulses with need, wanting badly to feel Lacy’s warmth. How is it possible for one woman to be so perfect?
Her body stills, and I feel her hand press against my shoulder. I look up at her with the most satisfied grin I think I’ve ever had, damn near giddy.
She looks relaxed, sated. I’ve never taken so much joy in pleasing a woman before, and there’s so much more I want to do for her. Of course, I want to fuck her brains out, but I’d also like to make her dinner, pour her a glass of wine, massage her feet while we’re watching a movie.
What the hell has gotten into me?
Lacy’s hand goes to the band of my pants, snaking inside to grab my member.
A rush surges from my loins, wanting badly to let the pretty blonde do whatever she damn well pleases with me…but…this has gotten rather complicated. One might call it messy. I don’t do messy.
I take her wrist, pull it up and out of my pants, and bring it to my lips to kiss her palm.
My cock damn near throws a tantrum, it’s so angry.
Her brow draws inward, suspicious.
“I have to get back to the gym.”
“You mean you came over here just for that? Nothing more?”
“Any sane man would.”
She pouts her lip out, and I remember what it felt like to have it wrapped around my member. My cock twitches, begging me to take him into consideration.
“Yeah, but most sane men wouldn’t pass up a blow job,” she finally says.
“I have a business to run. One that’s just opened. The first couple of months are critical to its success,” I half-lie.
“Fine.” She rakes her hands down my chest, licking her plush lips. “But I owe you one.”
She hops off the desktop, pulls on her clothes, grabs a bottle of spray cleaner, and begins wiping down the now dirty surface.
I want to help her, but the longer I stay in her presence, the more confused I get. It’s become obvious that I have ambitions with Lacy extending far beyond hooking up. I can’t stop thinking about her despite only knowing her a week. This isn’t normal for me. In fact, outside of high school, there hasn’t been a single woman I’ve pined for this hard, and that was well over a decade ago.
But there’s no future here. Not only do I have a public rivalry with Lacy, one that I started, but our businesses are right next door to one another. It would never work out, and in the end, it would only end up hurting Michael.
I have to end this.
“You really don’t owe me anything.”
She turns toward me, folding her arms over her chest.
“What’s up with you?”
“Listen, this was fun…a LOT of fun, but…well…it’s complicated.”
Her brows knit together. “Complicated?”
“We work next door to one another, and I don’t want anything to be awkward between us.”
