Callie let her voice drop and looked up towards the ceiling as if she obviously knew the name of his company but had momentarily forgotten it. She hoped against hope that he would fall for her act.
The truth was, she was such a bad business owner she didn’t even know the name of the company that had been sent in to save her from ruin.
“Sweet Returns,” he said smoothly, his eyes running past her flushed face to her chest and getting stuck there. “And of course,” he added, never taking his eyes from her breasts, his voice husky and full of the very need she herself was trying to fight off, “I forgive you.”
Too late Callie realized that she was flashing Tobey through the translucent white silk of her flimsy camisole. She crossed her arms across her chest, wanting to hide her telltale arousal from Tobey, but it was no use. With her arms crossed beneath her breasts, the soft flesh rose indecently up out of the v-neck top of her skimpy shell. She didn’t know which was worse: her hard, pink nipples shooting through the fabric like darts, or the bounteous mounds of her breasts spilling from her top.
Wishing she weren’t always doing the wrong thing at the wrong time, Callie bit her lip and said, “Should we get down to business?” No matter how hard she tried to act professional, her voice was tentative and breathy. Callie knew she sounded like she’d rather get kissed by Tobey than look at the bottom line with him. But she couldn’t help it. Tobey was so damn gorgeous. And sexy.
And…
Oh my god, he was standing right in front of her. The next thing she knew, he had crossed the small space between them in the storeroom. With the intimacy that comes from knowing just how a woman needs to be touched, he brushed back a curl from her cheek. Callie shivered.
Just like the visions that had kept her awake all night long, Tobey was right there within stroking distance. She needed him desperately. Against any good sense she had ever possessed, her arms uncrossed and moved across his shoulders to entwine around his neck and she pressed her breasts up against his hard chest. “Callie,” he said. The word wrapped around her like a deep fog and then his mouth was on hers and her lips were open and greedy and she was moaning. He felt so good, so damn good, she was nearly sobbing with need.
Tobey sucked at her lower lip, letting his teeth graze her skin, still sensitive from their lovemaking at the wedding, before moving his mouth down past her chin and then the side of her neck.
“I was awake all night dreaming about doing this again.” He sank his lips into the crook of her neck and sucked at it. Callie groaned.
“Me too,” she admitted, unable to stop the confession from rolling off of her tongue.
“And this,” he said. He hooked his thumb under the strap of her sheer camisole and slid it off one shoulder, baring the top of her breast to him. Gently he rubbed the soft flesh of her breasts and then bent his head further and sucked at the soft tissue. Callie felt her nipples jut out even further, she heard herself crying out his name as she let her neck fall back and pressed her tits into his eager mouth.
She had forgotten everything—where she was, that she hardly knew Tobey, that she was a good girl, the kind of girl who had a good time in bed, but at least the good time had always been in a bed. All Callie cared about was the feel of Tobey’s lips and tongue and teeth on her breasts, the way his light stubble felt sandy against her soft skin, the way his hands were cupping her ass, molding her hips into his hardness, just the way she wanted.
Her hands reached for his coat and she roughly pulled it off of his shoulders and threw it on the floor, her mouth taking his, her tongue plunging in and out of his mouth, mating frantically with his. Needing to touch his naked skin more than she needed to breathe, Callie pulled his shirt out from his pants, finally sighing with pleasure when her fingers found the warm, rippling muscles on his back.
With his foot, Tobey closed the door to the storeroom and spun them around, pressing Callie up against it. She felt Tobey’s hardness, still covered by his wool slacks, press into her panties, which were already wet with her need. The wool felt rough and scratchy through the thin silk of her panties and she ground her hips into his. Callie felt desperate for release, on the verge of coming apart against Tobey’s hard, hot thighs.
“Go on, sweetheart,” Tobey urged her.
Callie opened her eyes and she looked into his, dark with passion. Passion for her.
It was her undoing.
She threw her head back and Tobey’s mouth found the wildly beating pulse in her neck. One hand found her clit, hard and throbbing and ready to explode, the other her aching nipples. One touch, then two and she was gone, exploding against him, shoving her hips into his hands, against his hard cock again and again.
Somewhere in her fog she realized that his hand had dropped from her breast and that his pants had fallen to the floor and he had rolled a condom on. But all she cared about was the hot, stretching sensation at the opening of her vagina, that Tobey was about to plunge his thick penis into her.
All night long Callie had dreamt about Tobey fucking her again, about riding his shaft and crying out his name. She felt him slide into her, sure and fierce, and she found his lips again, wanting to show him how much she loved the way she felt when he was touching her.
She tasted his lips, his tongue, his mouth. “Callie,” he groaned, her name sounding like worship, and all of Callie’s visions from the sleepless night before merged with their sweaty sex in the refrigerator and the tequila shots and her rubbing herself in the shower dreaming of Tobey.
Her muscles clenched around his cock and she sobbed into his mouth, his tongue pumping in and out of her mouth in the same rhythm that he was thrusting into her.
Callie clung to Tobey, her eyes clenched shut, never wanting to wake up from the best dream she had ever had.
“Miss Callie?”
A small voice from the hallway was calling out her name, but Callie was too busy throwing herself at Tobey, too intent on coming against Tobey, to hear.
Tobey called out, “Callie will be out in a minute.” Her legs were shaky and she felt so helpless all of a sudden that she stood completely still while Tobey righted all of her clothes. Pushing her hair back from her face and tucking it behind her ears, he said,
“That was wonderful, sweetheart.”
Callie blushed, feeling suddenly sick at her out-of-control behavior and bent down to pick up Tobey’s jacket so that she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. She handed it to him and Tobey quickly rearranged his own clothes then stepped back from the door to give Callie room to open it.
e let her voice drop and looked up towards the ceiling as if she obviously knew the name of his company but had momentarily forgotten it. She hoped against hope that he would fall for her act.
The truth was, she was such a bad business owner she didn’t even know the name of the company that had been sent in to save her from ruin.
“Sweet Returns,” he said smoothly, his eyes running past her flushed face to her chest and getting stuck there. “And of course,” he added, never taking his eyes from her breasts, his voice husky and full of the very need she herself was trying to fight off, “I forgive you.”
Too late Callie realized that she was flashing Tobey through the translucent white silk of her flimsy camisole. She crossed her arms across her chest, wanting to hide her telltale arousal from Tobey, but it was no use. With her arms crossed beneath her breasts, the soft flesh rose indecently up out of the v-neck top of her skimpy shell. She didn’t know which was worse: her hard, pink nipples shooting through the fabric like darts, or the bounteous mounds of her breasts spilling from her top.
Wishing she weren’t always doing the wrong thing at the wrong time, Callie bit her lip and said, “Should we get down to business?” No matter how hard she tried to act professional, her voice was tentative and breathy. Callie knew she sounded like she’d rather get kissed by Tobey than look at the bottom line with him. But she couldn’t help it. Tobey was so damn gorgeous. And sexy.
And…
Oh my god, he was standing right in front of her. The next thing she knew, he had crossed the small space between them in the storeroom. With the intimacy that comes from knowing just how a woman needs to be touched, he brushed back a curl from her cheek. Callie shivered.
Just like the visions that had kept her awake all night long, Tobey was right there within stroking distance. She needed him desperately. Against any good sense she had ever possessed, her arms uncrossed and moved across his shoulders to entwine around his neck and she pressed her breasts up against his hard chest. “Callie,” he said. The word wrapped around her like a deep fog and then his mouth was on hers and her lips were open and greedy and she was moaning. He felt so good, so damn good, she was nearly sobbing with need.
Tobey sucked at her lower lip, letting his teeth graze her skin, still sensitive from their lovemaking at the wedding, before moving his mouth down past her chin and then the side of her neck.
“I was awake all night dreaming about doing this again.” He sank his lips into the crook of her neck and sucked at it. Callie groaned.
“Me too,” she admitted, unable to stop the confession from rolling off of her tongue.
“And this,” he said. He hooked his thumb under the strap of her sheer camisole and slid it off one shoulder, baring the top of her breast to him. Gently he rubbed the soft flesh of her breasts and then bent his head further and sucked at the soft tissue. Callie felt her nipples jut out even further, she heard herself crying out his name as she let her neck fall back and pressed her tits into his eager mouth.
She had forgotten everything—where she was, that she hardly knew Tobey, that she was a good girl, the kind of girl who had a good time in bed, but at least the good time had always been in a bed. All Callie cared about was the feel of Tobey’s lips and tongue and teeth on her breasts, the way his light stubble felt sandy against her soft skin, the way his hands were cupping her ass, molding her hips into his hardness, just the way she wanted.
Her hands reached for his coat and she roughly pulled it off of his shoulders and threw it on the floor, her mouth taking his, her tongue plunging in and out of his mouth, mating frantically with his. Needing to touch his naked skin more than she needed to breathe, Callie pulled his shirt out from his pants, finally sighing with pleasure when her fingers found the warm, rippling muscles on his back.
With his foot, Tobey closed the door to the storeroom and spun them around, pressing Callie up against it. She felt Tobey’s hardness, still covered by his wool slacks, press into her panties, which were already wet with her need. The wool felt rough and scratchy through the thin silk of her panties and she ground her hips into his. Callie felt desperate for release, on the verge of coming apart against Tobey’s hard, hot thighs.
“Go on, sweetheart,” Tobey urged her.
Callie opened her eyes and she looked into his, dark with passion. Passion for her.
It was her undoing.
She threw her head back and Tobey’s mouth found the wildly beating pulse in her neck. One hand found her clit, hard and throbbing and ready to explode, the other her aching nipples. One touch, then two and she was gone, exploding against him, shoving her hips into his hands, against his hard cock again and again.
Somewhere in her fog she realized that his hand had dropped from her breast and that his pants had fallen to the floor and he had rolled a condom on. But all she cared about was the hot, stretching sensation at the opening of her vagina, that Tobey was about to plunge his thick penis into her.
All night long Callie had dreamt about Tobey fucking her again, about riding his shaft and crying out his name. She felt him slide into her, sure and fierce, and she found his lips again, wanting to show him how much she loved the way she felt when he was touching her.
She tasted his lips, his tongue, his mouth. “Callie,” he groaned, her name sounding like worship, and all of Callie’s visions from the sleepless night before merged with their sweaty sex in the refrigerator and the tequila shots and her rubbing herself in the shower dreaming of Tobey.
Her muscles clenched around his cock and she sobbed into his mouth, his tongue pumping in and out of her mouth in the same rhythm that he was thrusting into her.
Callie clung to Tobey, her eyes clenched shut, never wanting to wake up from the best dream she had ever had.
“Miss Callie?”
A small voice from the hallway was calling out her name, but Callie was too busy throwing herself at Tobey, too intent on coming against Tobey, to hear.
Tobey called out, “Callie will be out in a minute.” Her legs were shaky and she felt so helpless all of a sudden that she stood completely still while Tobey righted all of her clothes. Pushing her hair back from her face and tucking it behind her ears, he said,
“That was wonderful, sweetheart.”
Callie blushed, feeling suddenly sick at her out-of-control behavior and bent down to pick up Tobey’s jacket so that she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. She handed it to him and Tobey quickly rearranged his own clothes then stepped back from the door to give Callie room to open it.