made her jump, and she fell back against her desk, laughing nervously.
“This is getting to be a habit,” he said as he steadied her.
“I’m fine. Sometimes I can be a bit clumsy. Thank you,” she answered, embarrassed.
For a while there she’d been professional and had her act together…and then she’d had to blow it and fall all over the man. He probably thought she was a basket case, despite his avowal that he saw her as a professional.
“Please…I’m fine,” she insisted when it didn’t look as though he was going to let her go. “I just tripped again,” she grimaced as she looked up.
With her usual nervous gesture, her tongue snaked out and wet her lips, as she returned his stare, unable to look away. One of his hands moved from her shoulder to gently run the rough pad of his thumb over her chin.
“I think I may have misjudged you, Miss Cain. I’m sorry.”
She knew he wanted to kiss her and her body tensed; her mouth grew dry as he stared at her mouth when she spoke. Candy didn’t look away. She couldn’t.
Even as his head descended, one hand lightly cupping her cheek as the other rested on her hip, she still couldn’t…wouldn’t move away.
Her heart thudded against her breasts, as his lips met hers, soft but firm.
His hand remained on the side of her cheek. One callused thumb caressed the corner of her mouth while he brushed his lips against hers softly. When his tongue snaked out and licked the seam of her lips, Candy released a small groan.
Back and forth he ran his tongue along the length of her lips. When her senses cataloged the sensation, it was gone, forcing her to lean closer, in an attempt to capture his elusive caresses.
He dragged her tight against his body, her body slamming against his. He stopped the light teasing and drew her fuller bottom lip between his teeth. He tugged it completely into his mouth. The kiss deepened and Candy’s body melted into his.
Her breasts tingled and her nipples hardened, pressed so tightly against the hard wall of his chest. They tightened even more as her mound crushed against his hard, thick cock, straining against his rough-feeling jeans.
He deepened the kiss by plunging his hot tongue into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth, searching for hers. When the two connected in a hot, sensual tangle she heard Davis groan harshly.
The hand resting on her hip eased down, traveled lower, and cupped her ass. He forced her warm juncture in tight alignment with his dick. She felt the cream ease from her pussy and saturate the lining of her panties.
Candy moaned when he rained biting kisses down the side of her neck.
His hand remained on her ass, while the other cupped the nape of her neck, slanting her head, angling her for better access to her lips.
With a harsh-sounding grunt, he shoved her against the wall, crushing her between the hard plaster and his unyielding frame.
Releasing her neck, he pulled her hips against his groin and ground his cock against her.
“Damn, you taste good!” He released his suction hold on her mouth long enough to grunt out the words.
“Don’t stop,” Candy begged, her breath coming out in gasps. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down toward her aching mouth.
With a gruff laugh he obeyed and captured her mouth, again. He ate, nibbled, suckled and devoured her lips while bumping his thick cock against her mound. She frantically clutched at his wide shoulders, crying and whimpering against his lips, grinding herself against the thick ridge behind his jeans.
He shoved her top up. Cupping her warm breasts in his palms, he thumbed and toyed with her stiffened nipples in perfect orchestration, until she broke.
His mouth swallowed her mewling cry of release, the orgasm sudden and fierce in its intensity.
When she came back to awareness, it was to feel his cool, peppermint breath against her forehead, before he moved away and rested his forehead against hers.
For long moments they stayed in that position, until her heartbeat gradually calmed.
Candy brought her arms down from their position around his neck, and allowed them to rest between them.
Her arms and legs felt like wet noodles, they trembled so. She’d have fallen straight on her butt if he hadn’t held on to her.
Davis pulled away from her, his breathing harsh and loud as he looked down into her face.
“God! I’m so sorry,” his voice broke. He cleared his throat before continuing. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“Please, don’t—” Candy was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
They barely had time to spring apart when the door was flung open, and Pauline Rogers, a.k.a. Sister Pauline, waltzed into the office like she owned it.
They had only a few seconds to adjust their clothing between the time she knocked and when she walked in.
“Time for your session with the girls, Miz Candy!”
Candy turned frantic eyes toward the clock on the wall. Time had flown by. She had less than five minutes for her session with her girls.
Candy felt the heat flush her skin when the older woman turned her scrutinizing eyes toward the two of them.
It would have to be Sister Pauline to walk in and catch them going at each other like two dogs in heat, Candy thought with an inward groan.
As soon as Pauline had burst in, Davis had shoved her behind him, shielding her from the older woman’s eyes, while tugging his T-shirt down, lower, over his jeans.
Before she stepped around Davis, Candy peeked around his big body and saw the telling wet spot smack in the middle of his zipper.
She straightened her back, and looked at Pauline, plastering what she hoped was a nonchalant I haven’t been dry-humping a parent in my office, and having the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time look on her face.
“Uh, well, yes, Sister Pauline. I, uh, I’ll be out there as soon as I can.”
Her hopes were dashed when she noticed the sly look on Pauline’s face.
Candy glanced up at Davis and saw a matching flush steal across his lean cheeks.
Pauline peered over the top of the bifocals set low on her wide nose at them, adjusting the curly gray wig on her head as though it was a hat.
Candy bit the insides of her cheek to force herself not to squirm under the older woman’s penetrating stare.
“Umm-hmm,” Pauline hummed when no one said anything.
“Would you mind getting the session started for me? I need to conclude my, uh, meeting with Mr. Strong,” Candy asked as she tried, unobtrusively, to pull her top back down and tuck it into the waistband of her jeans.
