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  His breath tickled her, and she arched her back, gripping the desk so she wouldn't fall down. Her legs shook a little, and the only sound in the room was their combined ragged breathing.

  Leaning in to hover in front of her panties, Jared closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. "Mmmm. I can smell it already."

  Candy knew she should be mortified, blushing eight shades of purple and leaping away from him. But the only thing she felt was desire, rushing hot and strong through every inch of her. She felt intensely feminine, in control, and powerful in a way she'd never experienced before.

  As his nose brushed across her panties, Candy's fingers found their way to his shoulders. She gripped his shirt, digging in with greedy and desperate need, tossing her head back on a soft moan. Jared took his time, languidly studying her, his thumbs tracing patterns above her knees on her stockings. Once or twice his breath hitched, but otherwise he was perfectly in control.

  She was about to lose hers and whimper. Or beg. Or press forward so that his mouth would bump her right where she wanted him the most.

  Then he spoke again, eyes still roving over her, fingers light and in no hurry. "Can I taste you, too?"

  Are there bears in the woods?

  "Oh, yes. Please."

  Candy's eagerness came close to undoing him. Instead, he took a deep breath and moved his hands up Candy's thighs, past the line of her stocking onto her smooth bare flesh. She was hot to the touch, the way his own body felt, and he couldn't muzzle a groan from jerking out.

  Damn, she was beautiful. Curvy and pink and his for the taking. Right now. The peek up her skirt he'd had earlier hadn't done her justice. Now, laid all out before him, she looked and smelled delicious.

  The floral of her perfume had melted with the musky scent of her desire, leaving him dry-mouthed and hornier than hell.

  With one finger, he dragged the loose black lace away from her and over to the side, holding it in place there against her inner thigh muscle. Little sounds of encouragement rained down on his head, and her fingers dug into his shoulders, pinching his skin.

  With another ringer and thumb, Jared gently spread her folds apart, brushing her blond curls aside.

  This time, he was the one who moaned. Damn, she looked so good. And wet. She was more than ready.

  He brushed the tip of his tongue across her, closing his eyes against the heat and tangy taste. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he had been imagining this for weeks. It was better than he could have ever dreamed.

  As was the lurch Candy gave, and the high-pitched cry that flew out of her mouth. He didn't look up, just gave another long slow lick. This time her pleasure was muffled, and he guessed she'd remembered exactly where they were, and how thin Harold's wood door was.

  He moved again, faster, rhythmically crossing over her, sliding his tongue inside her, and pulling back again. He felt surrounded by her, enclosed by her thighs and her breasts hovering over his head. Her fingers pulled his shirt so hard it had jerked out of his pants as he tasted her, smelled her, loved her.

  His tongue went deeper, his fingers pulled her panties harder to the side, and with his other hand he cupped her ass. Her panties had slid into the crevice between her cheeks, and he tugged them back out slowly. He allowed his finger to explore along the path where the underwear had been, sliding along from behind until his finger had met up his tongue, both pressing into her.

  Candy bucked and writhed, way too close to ripping off an orgasm without him.

  Wrenching his mouth and hand away, he took a deep breath and laughed softly at her startled curse. Getting to his feet, he licked the moisture of Candy's body off his lips and smiled at her.

  "I just remembered something."

  "What?" She panted, her eyes glazed. Candy was holding on to the desk for support now that he had stood and taken his shoulders up out of her immediate reach.

  "You said you like to be touched on your breasts. I should be doing that instead."

  Frustration was evident in the way she shook her head and said, "I liked what you were doing just fine."

  Jared put a hand on each breast and caressed her nipples through her blouse.

  Candy's eyes fluttered shut. "Or this is good too."

  He had to agree. Faster than he would have thought possible, he had the buttons on her white blouse undone and was reaching inside to cup her breasts.

  She was wearing white lace, a startling contrast to the black panties. As he rolled her nipple beneath his finger, he said, "You rebel. Your bra and panties don't match."

  Eyes half closed, she muttered, "I put the panties on first. Then realized I couldn't wear a black bra with a white blouse."

  "So you're not a rebel?" he teased, kicking her legs farther apart so he could wedge his thigh in between hers.

  "Doesn't sex in my boss's office make me a rebel?"

  Jared pressed against Candy, annoyed to find her skirt had fallen back down to cover her. Her words fascinated him. It seemed obvious that's where they were heading, but to hear her say it out loud was a huge turn-on.

  "Is that what we're doing? Having sex?"

  "Sort of."

  Dragging her bra down to expose her full breast, Jared pulled the pink nipple into his mouth and sucked softly. "Nice and sweet."

  Candy's hands landed on his head and she tugged on his hair.

  He pulled back half an inch. "What should we do to make it more than sort-of sex?"

  Then he trailed his tongue along the side of her breast as it popped over the edge of the lace bra. He forced himself to go slow, to stay in control, to not just rip every inch of her clothing off the way he wanted to and sink into her softness.

  A hand slithered down and caressed him through his pants, sending a jolt reverberating through every cell in his body. "Candy?"

  "This is where you wanted to be touched, right?"

  He nodded dumbly.

  "Then I'll touch you. And when I'm finished, we can make it full sex by having you inside me."

  Yes. Yes, yes, and hell yes.

  "If that's what you want…"

  "To touch you? Or you inside me?" Her hand stilled.

  Damn, she was killing him. He said, "Both."

  "Yes, that's what I want. Here. Now."

  He was about to agree that was the best goddamn idea he'd ever heard in his life, when she grabbed his belt buckle and undid it before he could even open his mouth. Nimble fingers unbuttoned and unzipped him.

  "Very efficient," he murmured.

  Candy grinned. "Efficiency in the workplace leads to greater productivity."

  He laughed. Then sputtered off into a moan when her hand went inside his pants and wrapped around him.

  She squeezed.

  He panted.

  Caressing up the length of him, her eyes went wide. "Ooh, it's so big."

  And he didn't even pay her to say that.

  From another woman, that would have sounded insincere, but not when Candy said it. No one could fake the kind of honest pleasure on her face, or the way her eyes struggled to stay open.

  The idea that he could trust Candy flitted through his mind, before he lost all rational thought.

  "Does this feel good?"

  Her speed had increased, and she was rubbing up and down with light feathery strokes. Good was a hilarious understatement.

  Any better than this and he was going to be done before he started. "Yes, but…"

  Her hand slipped down to cup his testicles.

  "Candy, I…"

  Shit, now she had both hands on him.

  "What, Jared?"

  He forced himself to speak. "I have a condom in my wallet. Let me get it out."

  She stilled.

  He panicked. If she said no, he was going to cry like a baby.

  Her hands left his pants and pressed against his chest. Then she kissed his cheek, her full warm lips just brushing across his skin.

  No woman but his mother had ever kissed his cheek.

  A weird tende
rness came over him, quieting his urgent desire and leaving him waiting for Candy to tell him his next move.

  If she had changed her mind, he respected that.

  "Which pocket is your wallet in?"

  But her not changing her mind was better.

  "Left." He started to reach around for it, but she stopped him.

  "No, I'll get it." Then she was rummaging around in his pocket, feeling here, feeling there, the teasing light touches making him nuts.

  Finally she held the wallet up, smiling, looking confident and sure. "Which compartment?"

  "I don't know." It was somewhere in there collecting dust.

  He watched her riffle through the wallet, stopping to look at his driver's license.

  "Checking to make sure I'm who I say I am?" he asked, amused.

  "I wanted to see how old you are. Thirty-one if my math's right. And I couldn't resist looking at your picture. You look perfect, like you always do."

  It should have been a compliment, but the wrinkling of her nose made it sound like a bad thing. "You don't like that?"

  "I do. I love the way you're put together all the time, but Lord, Jared, it's hard to stand next to you." She found the condom and pulled it out. "I'm so scattered-looking all the time, I can't compete with you."

  Scattered-looking? Is that what she called it? He would have thought blond bombshell was a better way to phrase it.

  "I love the way you look." He smoothed her hair back from her face. "That curvy body and your brains, together they're lethal. You're gorgeous, Candy. Now give me the condom."

  Candy stared at Jared in disbelief and something that felt suspiciously like hope. She knew when men were lying, when they were feeding her what she wanted to hear. Half the conversations in her life were based on empty compliments meant to coax her into bed.

  Jared was telling the truth. He thought she was smart.

  If she wasn't already planning to have sex with him, she would have just for that alone.

  Ripping the foil package open, she said, "I've got it."

  His eyes darkened. "Okay. But before you do that…"

  Hands were suddenly up her skirt. Before she could blink, her panties were down at her knees, then sinking to the floor. Jared's hand lingered on her bare behind for a minute before retreating.

  Her mouth was hot and thick with saliva and she reached for him impatiently, rolling on the condom with trembling fingers. She hadn't been kidding about the big thing. Jared was no slouch in the size department and she distracted herself by running her hands across him again, giving his hot skin a squeeze.

  The condom stuck, and it took her three times to unroll it, but she finally got it on and flipped her hair back out of her eyes.

  Jared surprised her with a kiss, a long wet, lingering kiss that robbed her of the last of her reserve. As his hands held her head, and he rocked against her with his penis, she moaned, "Now. Please."

  He pushed her skirt out of the way and without warning his finger sank inside her. A shudder ripped through her.

  "You're still nice and wet. Ready for me?"

  Since the minute they'd walked into this office. "Oh, yes."

  Jared backed her up a foot until she was leaning against Harold's desk, the surface cool on her backside. Then nudging her legs apart, he entered her with one quick thrust.

  He filled every inch of her, stretching her, and Candy repeated, "Oh, yes!"

  They stood there for long seconds, Jared's head bent down and Candy's nails digging into his arms. She could feel the length of him pulsing inside her, making her want more than this tight teasing.

  Jared must have had the same idea. He moved. Slow. In and out until Candy's arms dropped to her sides and she let her head loll back. She didn't thrust her hips to meet him, but just settled back and let him rock into her. It was languid and deep, and Jared leaned forward and dashed his tongue across her nipple.

  She barely felt the cold hard surface of the desk pressing into her backside, and hooked a leg around Jared's knee so she wouldn't fall as he started to move faster.

  Relaxed went to gripping in a split second as his hands snaked around to grab her ass and push harder, in rough urgent mating. She bit her lip to hold back the violent cries she wanted to scream, and their labored pants mixed together as Jared moved them closer to fulfillment.

  It seemed as if she should tell him to slow down, as if they should savor this first time together, but her body wasn't having any of it. Her hips start driving forward, meeting Jared's thrusts with a little slapping sound of skin and zippers.

  It was that sound that made her come. Along with the look on Jared's face as his own orgasm overcame him. Candy clung to the desk and felt Jared's shudders mingle with hers as they rode out their pleasure.

  The orgasm was tight and hard, pulling at her almost painfully, and she let out a cry as it slowed and passed, shivers racing up her spine.

  Candy couldn't move, stunned by her explosive reaction to Jared. The man was good.

  He leaned against her, breathing hard, nearly toppling her backward onto the desk with his weight.

  "I'm falling!" she cried out, scrambling for a grip, her hand knocking the computer hard.

  Strong arms prevented her fall.

  "Sorry."

  Jared stepped back, pulling out of her, and Candy closed her eyes for a second at the loss. She liked him against her, big and strong, in pursuit of her, and was sorry to be past that. But he continued to lean toward her, placing a soft kiss on her jaw. This was a good look on him too, this triumphant relaxed expression he was wearing.

  He smoothed her skirt back down into place, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. "Damn, I can't believe we just did it in Harold's office."

  She grinned back. "Oh, I can believe it. The dent in my butt proves it."

  Alarm crossed his face, making Candy feel like gooey chocolate. "Are you okay, babe?"

  She nodded, trying to decide if babe could be classified as a term of endearment or not. "I'm fine."

  "We must be crazy." Jared placed another soft kiss on her forehead and gestured to his pants. "And what the hell am I supposed to do with this condom now? Toss it in Harold's wastebasket?"

  Good question. She eyed the condom dubiously as he pried it off. "You'll have to put it in your pocket, I guess."

  The horror that crossed his face made her giggle.

  "And carry it around all day?"

  "No, just until you get to your office, then you can throw it in the wastebasket there."

  "The cleaning lady will think I'm a pervert."

  Candy began doing the buttons on her blouse back up. "Well, then just wrap it in tissues." She plucked six tissues out of the box on the edge of Harold's desk. "Here you go."

  Jared took them and wrapped up the condom, grimacing the whole time. "The price of spontaneity, I guess."

  He still had her pinned against the desk, so she tried to slide around him as he tucked the mummified condom into his pocket.

  Before she could get by him, Jared grabbed her arm and trapped her leg with his. "Where are you going?"

  "To get my panties off the floor."

  She expected him to grin, but he didn't. Holding her tight, he said, "Can I see you tonight?"

  Candy smiled, unable to contain herself. Not only had he asked her out, but he actually looked as if he cared what her answer would be.

  "Yes. Now let me get my panties before we manage to get ourselves caught."

  Then a knock rattled the door and they heard Harold call out, "How's it going in there?"

  Chapter Six

  Jared said, "Holy shit." He zipped his pants and moved away from Candy, tripping on the edge of the chair next to him. "We didn't even lock the door."

  He was dead. Harold had wanted him to sort out his differences with Candy, not have sex with her. On company time.

  The doorknob was turning. One glance at Candy showed her frozen in horror, her hair every which way, and her blouse buttoned wro
ng, leaving a big gaping hole in her middle, flashing pink skin.

  Neither one of them was wearing their jacket, and the entire room had the sweet smell of sex in the air. He didn't even want to think about the condom in his pocket.

  In an attempt to stave off the inevitable, he called out, "Uh, we're doing great. Just give us five more minutes, Harold."

  Candy's black lace underwear was still lying on the floor.

  "Get your panties," he whispered.

  She started and bent over just as Harold stopped opening the door. "Oh, you're not finished?"

  "Not quite." Jared pulled his suit jacket back on and ran his hand through his hair to smooth it down.

  Candy shoved the panties into her waistband.

  "Fine, but let me know when you're done."

  Harold whistled as he shut the door and walked off back down the hall. The sick feeling in Jared's gut lessened a notch. "Shit, that was close."

  Candy pulled her panties back out. "Watch the door while I put these on."

  Visions of her with one foot in her underwear and one foot out with Harold throwing the door open popped into his head. "Just leave them off and put them in your jacket pocket."

  She looked at him as if he'd announced he was going to start wearing dresses.

  "Yuck! I can't walk around the rest of the day wearing stockings and a garter belt, but no panties. It would be uncomfortable and I'd feel like everyone knew." Kicking her heels off, Candy quickly slipped into the panties and shimmied them up her legs.

  Jared thought about her sitting in her office with no panties on under her skirt, her soft backside pressing into the chair. Her curls rubbing against her skirt. And nobody would know but him. He went hard again just thinking about it.

  Candy stepped back into her heels then put on her jacket. "We need to finish the counseling session, you know, before Harold comes back."

  Right. That's why they were there in the first place. Somehow or other that had managed to slip his mind.

  "Candy, the screen's blank."

  She whirled around. "What? Oh, my gosh, we unplugged it."

  Between pounding against the desk and flailing arms, he wasn't surprised. "Why wasn't Harold using his battery? How stupid is that?"