Wendi looked up and then excitedly covered the microphone on her headset with her hand. “Did you hear the news?”
Mia stopped and backtracked. “What news?”
Wendi glanced around the office lobby and then leaned forward to whisper. “Ms. Lahane and Mr. Starks went to Paris together. I wouldn’t be counting on cashing in on that pool too soon if I were you.”
Mia laughed. “The rumor mill got it wrong this time. Ms. Lahane is in Paris on business. She has a lead on a very important potential client. Trust me. I know. I booked the flight.”
“And I booked Mr. Starks’s,” Georgine said, suddenly appearing behind her. “Six-fifteen to Paris. Sound familiar?”
Mia slowly turned around and stared at the pretty Latina with rising suspicion. Georgine must’ve been the one who placed the largest bet on Starks charming his way into Lahane’s bed, which made this sudden monkey wrench in her plans highly suspect. “What are you up to?”
“The same thing you’re up to—winning.”
Candace didn’t stay by the edge of the bed. Some time during her eight hour sleep-a-thon, she’d managed to roll over to Montel’s side of the bed and curl up against his back. She didn’t know when or how it happened, she just knew that Montel’s familiar rich cologne scent was somehow seducing her in her sleep.
Montel lay as straight as a board, wondering what he should do with Candace’s arms circling around his waist and her hands inching down toward his painful hard-on. Well, he knew what he wanted to do, but he certainly didn’t want to be accused of trying to take advantage of someone while they were sleeping. But he wasn’t made of stone and there was only so much a man could take.
“Candy?” he asked, quietly. “Are you awake?”
“Hmm?” She nuzzled kisses across his broad back.
“Candy, you’re kissing me.”
“Uh-huh.” Her hand slipped into his silk boxers and latched around the base of his dick.
Montel sucked in a breath only to have his mind start spinning when she started stroking him. “Sweet baby Jesus, please say she’s not asleep.”
Candace pulled one of his shoulders back, but before he could say another word, she pressed a slender finger against his mouth. “Don’t talk,” she said, meeting his direct gaze. “I don’t want you to say a damn thing.”
His brows kicked up a notch, but he kept his damn mouth shut.
“Good boy.” Candace removed her finger from his lips only to replace it with a searing, passionate kiss that nearly consumed them in an invisible ball of fire. While Montel’s head spun, he was vaguely aware of her slender fingers slipping under the waistband of his boxers and then tugging them down.
“Oh, God, you smell so good,” she moaned, abandoning his lips to start trailing kisses across his jawline, down the column of his neck and then down the center of his chiseled pecs. From there she flicked out her pink, glistening tongue and hypnotized him as he watched it descend lower and lower.
A muscle in his dick started twitching, causing it to rock up and down while he waited on pins and needles for that sweet mouth of hers to give him the relief that he’d been waiting for. Lower and lower she went. Her large breasts grazed each side of his cock, and for a few seconds, she rubbed each tit up and down the side of his shaft until pre-cum started oozing from its head.
“Sssss,” he hissed.
“You like that, baby?”
Unsure he had permission to talk, Montel just bobbed his head and waited to see what she would do next. He didn’t have long to wait. A wicked smile slanted across Candy’s face as she continued rubbing her breasts against his cock and then rolling her tongue lazily across the head. “Mmmm,” she moaned, sapping up his juices.
Montel’s toes curled while he clenched his ass cheeks. But he was losing the battle, and he was going to come at any moment. “Can…Candy…”
“What, baby? Are you trying say something?”
Montel’s eyes drifted closed as his mouth started to sag into a perfect circle.
“Oh, you’re trying not to come.” Her smile widened. “Here. Let me help you out.” Candy dropped her head, swallowing him whole.
At the sudden feel of hitting the back of her throat, Montel’s nut shot up from his toes and blasted out of him so hard and so strong that he could hardly catch his breath. Even then, Candy stayed locked in position until he could see his own creamy juices pour back down his still hard erection like erupting volcano.
“Goddamn, baby.”
Candace’s mouth bounced off his cock and she quickly began licking up the pretty mess she’d made. When she was finished, Montel grabbed her, folded her over like a taco and eased into her dripping trench in the same slow, torturous pace that she’d put him through. But the way she could work her inner muscles, he wasn’t so clear who was torturing whom.
So they had a good rhythm going. Their bodies were smacking and popping just as loud as they were moaning and groaning. But nothing was as good as Candace taking the cowgirl position so she could wind her hips and bounce her ass as hard as she wanted. When she saw that he was getting ready to come a second time, she stopped and interrupted his flow. “This is the last time,” she said.
“Wh-what?” He asked like a man suffering from a fever.
“This is the last time,” she insisted. “We’re not going to do this shit no more. Understand?”
He didn’t answer.
“Understand.”
“I understand this.” He locked his hands around her waist, held her in place and hammered his hips so fast and so hard that Candace’s mind went completely numb. “You’re not running this show, Candy,” he panted. One. Two. Three orgasms popped off in quick succession and still his ramming dick showed no mercy. “This is my pussy. And I’ll have it any time I want.”
“Ah. Ah.”
“Understand?”
“Ah.” Fourth orgasm.
“Let me hear you say that you understand.”
“I—I—I….understand.”
Montel flipped her back over and delivered her fifth orgasm just as his own liquid candy gushed out in a hot spray across her belly.
Hours later, Candace woke up to an empty bed.
Damn. She glanced around until she found the red glowing numbers of the clock that told her that it was eight o’clock. “At night?” She snatched the sheets back and jumped out of bed. At the window, she jerked back the curtains and blinked stupidly at two things: the moon and the snow.
“What the hell?” Candace raked her hands through her hair and was very tempted to pull it out by its roots.
Shaking her head, she rushed over to her bags. On her phone, she was shocked to read she had fifty-three missed messages. She called Mia while she pulled clothes out of her bag and started getting dressed. “Hey, Mia. It’s Candace. What on earth happened to my reservations at the Hotel Le Meurice? I got here and they said that you didn’t book me until tomorrow.”
“That’s strange. I know I booked them.”
Candace could hear her assistant shuffle paper around. “Doesn’t matter. I need for you to book me somewhere else or I’ll have to wait until tomorrow. As bad luck would have it, I had to crash in Starks’s room for the day. By the way, what the hell is he doing here? You heard anything in the office about what business meeting he’s supposed to have here?”
“Um, no—but I’ll find out. Now, what do you mean that you had to crash with him?” Mia’s voice lowered. “You don’t mean that you two are sharing a room, do you?”
“Unfortunately, that’s exactly what I mean. That’s why I need you to find me another hotel room ASAP. The man is seriously working my nerves.” She pulled her New York Jets T-shirt over her head. “I…”
The suite’s door flew open and Montel breezed in with a smile and then froze. A shocked Candace stood in the center of the living room area naked. Long legs, nice ass, but it was her full breasts complete with chocolate-capped nipples that drew his eyes and caused his mouth to water.
> “Candace? What’s wrong? Are you still there?” Mia asked.
Finally snapping out her trance, Candace grabbed a pillow from the sofa and tried to cover herself. “You’re just going to stand there and gawk at me? You see I’m naked!”
Montel slapped a hand over his eyes.
“Excuse me?” Mia shrieked.
“Not you, Mia. I’ll call you back.” Candace disconnected the call and tossed the phone on the sofa. When her gaze returned to Montel, she caught him peeking through his fingers. “What are you—five?”
Laughing, Montel finally turned around. “What do you expect when you go flashing those babies all willy-nilly? You can’t just spring that on a man and not expect him to think it’s his birthday.”
“You have issues.”
“But you knew that already.” He listened as she shuffled through bags. “Can I turn around now?”
“I don’t care what you do. I’m getting out of here.” Candace headed to the bathroom and slammed and locked the door behind her. Ten minutes later, she emerged from the shower and raced back over to her clothes.
Montel turned, folding his arms. “Annnnd where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m leaving,” she said, cramming her legs into a pair of black slacks and then pulling her head through a red turtleneck.
“I don’t think so. We’re in the middle of a snowstorm. I just talked to the manager down at the front desk and they are urging people to stay put. I doubt you’d be able to even get a taxi.”
“Just watch me.” She heaved her bags onto her shoulders. “It’s been real.”
Montel had finally had enough of her antics and blocked the exit to the door. “Stop being stubborn, Candy. There’s no way you’re getting out of the hotel, just like you couldn’t find another hotel earlier. You’re stuck here. Deal with it. I’m sure that Walter Anderson isn’t going anywhere in this weather.”
Candace blinked. “What?”
“What?” Montel wanted to kick himself.
Candace cocked her head as her eyes narrowed to thin slits. “You said Walter Anderson.”
“Did I?” His gaze cut away in a lame attempt to avoid scrutiny. “I don’t remember.”
Candace dropped her bags, crossed her arms and waited him out. He lasted thirty seconds.
“Would you believe it was a guess?” he tried.
“I knew it,” she huffed and waved a finger at him. “You’ve been spying on me. I bet you had that nosy assistant of yours hiding in bathroom stalls again.”
Montel’s hands shot up. “Hey, I never question her methods.”
“Unbelievable.” She grabbed her things again. “You’re not stealing this account from me.”
“Stealing is a strong word, especially since you haven’t nailed down this account yet.” He flashed a confident smile. “I prefer to think of this trip as providing you some friendly competition.”
“The only thing you’ve ever provided me was amusement.”
“Really?” He stepped closer and caused those alarm bells to start ringing in her head again. “You know there’s a thin line between amusement and entertainment.” His warm eyes danced as he tilted her chin up. “Remember the last Christmas we spent together?”
Candace drew in a shaky breath and then tried to smother those damn butterflies before they started fluttering around in her stomach. “No.” Why she bothered pushing that lie out of her mouth, she didn’t know.
Montel didn’t bother calling her a liar. His eyes did that all on their own. “I know I’ll never forget…”
Christmas Eve 2009…
Montel lay before a roaring fireplace in his cozy two floor cabin in New Hampshire’s Bretton Hills. An avid skier, he’d always made sure to sneak at least one weekend away during the winter months. This year, he snuck away with his baby, Candy, determined for it to be a Christmas that they’d always remember.
With Godiva white chocolates, a bowl of strawberries and a bottle of champagne, Montel waited in a pair of black silk boxers and a Santa hat for his baby to come join him. Then at long last, Candy appeared at the top of the stairs wearing a sexy-as-hell red bra and panties set trimmed with white fur. When she started down the staircase, he took in the fishnet stockings, high-heeled pumps and her matching Santa hat. With each step she took, his cock inched higher and higher until it had actually pushed through the thin slit in the front and stood proud and tall.
Candy sashayed into the living room and then stopped before him for inspection. “Merry Christmas.”
Montel released Candace’s chin and started walking in a slow circle around her. “Am I starting to dust off any cobwebs on that memory of yours?”
Candace lifted her head higher and realized that those damn butterflies weren’t going into that sweet night without a fight. He continued…
“Merry Christmas to you, too,” Montel said, drinking in every glorious inch of her. When he finally noticed her gaze was locked on his throbbing hard-on, he turned and grabbed a bow off one of the gifts spilling from beneath the Christmas tree and then plopped it on the head of his cock.
Candy laughed.
“What? You don’t like your Christmas gift?”
Her laughter continued to dance around the room. “I love my gift. I plan on playing with it all night.”
He hiked up a brow. “Really?”
“Really.” She walked up until she stood over him and his straining cock. “The better question is whether you like your gift?”
In answer, Montel reached out and ran his hand up and down her firm legs. “I absolutely adore my gift. It’s exactly what I asked Santa for.” Their gazes locked and enough sparks flew between them to mistake Christmas for the Fourth of July.
“And have you been a good boy this year?” she asked, settling her hands on her hips.
With his hands roaming higher, he forced his smile to turn into a fake frown. “Actually, I’ve been very naughty.” He sat up so that his head was eye level with her crotch. “But I think that you already know that.” His fingers inched inside her thighs. “And if memory serves me correct, you’ve been a very, very bad girl yourself.” Montel ended some of her anticipation by sliding his index finger through the crotch of her thin, silk panties. That mischievous smile she loved so much returned when he discovered the material was already damp.
“Mmm,” she moaned, working her hips against his strong fingers.
“You like that, baby?” He kept stroking her.
“Absolutely,” she whispered, breathlessly. Candy then took her hands off her hips to give her breasts a teasing squeeze. In doing so, she removed two tiny strips that exposed her chocolate-dipped nipples.
“Ah. You got tricks,” he praised. “Well, let me show you what I can do.” His eyes still watching her play with her nipples, Montel pressed his mouth against her damp panties and proceeded to lick and suck at her fat clit through the silk.
Candy’s knees dipped. The heat from his mouth alone was enough for one mini orgasm to ripple up her body and tingle through her nipples. In no time at all his tongue moved her wet panties to the side and then glided along her pussy with one long, hard stroke. His reward was the trickle of the sweetest honey he’d ever known to drip into his open mouth and give him a sugar high like he’d never known.
She moaned and squeezed her tits harder while she waited for her lover to take her to paradise like he always did. Turned out that she didn’t have long to wait once his tongue stopped gliding back and forth and instead start rotating like a mini tornado. Her head spun in sync with the rhythm he’d set.
“Jesssssusssss,” she sighed. Her hand deserted her aching nipples, but only to glide across his low-cut hair until she was at the verge of coming—at which time she grabbed the back of his head and held him firmly in place.
“Give it to me, baby,” he mumbled against her clit. “Spread that pussy all over my face.”
That was all he had to say because at the next flick of his tongue, a galaxy of stars flas
hed behind her closed eyes. She gasped. Her mouth rounded in an O. And still, Montel gulped down her thick honey like it was the nectar of life. When it was clear that she could no longer stand on her own, he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her while she sank down to the floor.
Candy was never the type of woman to let a man do all the work, so she quickly slid out of her panties while sitting on his chest and then flipped over into Montel’s favorite position: 69. She smiled at the red bow that still decorated the head of his cock and then sent that son-of-a-bitch sailing over her shoulder. Next, while Montel and his magic tongue were lost in the folds of her pussy, she wrapped her hand around the thick base of his cock and sunk her mouth over its fat mushroom head until she started gagging on it at the back of her throat.
Montel’s toes curled as his mouth popped off her pink pearl and hissed, “Sssss.”
Candy knew his ass was in heaven so she held still and squeezed her throat muscles as long as she could. She gagged a bit, but then took her time easing back up the shaft before dropping back down for another go. After deep-throating him for a few strokes, she pulled his cock under her chin and then snaked her tongue down between his balls and played with them as if they were a pair of dice.
“Oooh yeesss, baby. That’s it.” Montel moaned and lifted his hips for a few strokes. Hands down, she was the best and she damn well knew it. The sound of him gliding into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and occasionally popping out of her full lips was an aural aphrodisiac, causing his hard cock to extend longer than it ever had. He luxuriated in the feel of her loving mouth while absently roaming his hands over the texture of her crotchless, fishnet stockings.
He reached over to the bowl of strawberries and selected a fat, juicy one. “Let’s do something a little different, baby,” he panted.
Candy didn’t stop her groove, not even when she could feel him peeling her throbbing, bald lips open and pressing something cool into the center of her pussy.
“Squeeze your muscles, sweetheart.”