Free Singapore Fling by Rhian Cahill

Chapter One
    “See anything you like?”
    Carly licked her lips. Oh, yeah. I see something I
like.
    There were plenty of things on the menu to
quench her thirst, but what she really wanted was a sip of the man
across from her. Intelligence, confidence, a strong work ethic and
a great body all rolled into one sexy package. He was a tall drink
of mouth-watering delight she’d had her eye on for a while
now.
    Dark stubble lined his jaw, giving his normally
fresh-faced look a rugged, wild appearance. A white T-shirt pulled
tight across the broad shoulders and pectoral muscles Carly’s
fingers itched to trace. Biceps stretched the cotton sleeves and
she imagined her hands curled around their thickness holding on as
he gave her the ride of her life. One look at him had her pulse
spiking and her pussy watering, along with her mouth.
    Her gaze dropped to the washboard abs clearly
defined under the snug material. Carly would give her next breath
to remove the clinging fabric. Tingles of desire tickled her
tongue. The idea of licking that smooth expanse set her temperature
rising higher than the steamy Singapore climate. Her clit throbbed
and she squirmed in her seat, squeezing her thighs together to ease
the ache.
    Dampness coated her panties and her nipples
beaded hard as stones beneath her lace bra. Lace that scraped and
teased the taut peaks, making them throb. Her breasts swelled, grew
heavy with the arousal pumping through her bloodstream.
White-knuckled, Carly gripped the menu to stop herself from
reaching between her legs and pressing on her engorged
clit.
    She had to stop thinking about jumping Saxon
Grant. The man would never go for her if she came off as a trashy
nympho. No, his women were always cultured—kindergarten teacher
types, she’d seen the few he’d dated since she met him. They
probably only knew one way to have sex—missionary, no mess and
definitely no noise. Carly was going to love teaching the man all
about down and dirty. But first she had to play it cool, be
subtle.
    “Carly?”
    She loved the sound of her name on his tongue.
Or it could just be his voice. He had a bedroom voice, a little
rough, a little naughty. She shuddered and brought her gaze up to
meet his. Her tongue flicked out, slid across her bottom lip and
she watched his eyes light with desire, his nostrils flare. Good,
the man was not unaffected. With a sexy grin she placed her
order.
    “I’ll take a Singapore Fling, thanks,” she
purred.
    Saxon choked, fumbled with his menu, and
cleared his throat. “I think you mean a Singapore
Sling.”
    “I know what I mean.” Carly waited a beat. “And
I mean what I say.”
    His Adam’s apple bobbed. He stared at her for a
minute, studied her face, her eyes. When he finally turned to the
waiter, he ordered two Singapore Slings. Placing his menu on the
table between them, he reached into the tub of peanuts to grab a
handful and leaned back in his chair to slowly shell them. One by
one, he popped them in his mouth.
    Carly sat mesmerized by the shift of muscles,
the slide of long, lean fingers and large hands. Those babies could
cover an awful lot of her flesh in one sweep. Or better yet, fill
parts of her that ached to be filled. Vivid images of Saxon with
his fingers buried between her legs exploded in her mind. She bit
her lip and stifled the moan working its way up her throat. Warmth
swirled in her lower belly.
    One end of his mouth kicked up in a sexy grin
that had her toes curling and her bones melting. In slow motion his
tongue peeked out, slid between his lips from one corner to the
other and left a glistening trail hers itched to follow. The pink
muscle disappeared from view and Carly’s stomach knotted as the
urge to lean over and suck it back out took hold. Those lush,
kissable lips stretched into a full smile over straight white teeth
that contrasted nicely against the red flesh surrounding
them.
    “So…you want a fling.”
    Her gaze met his. The naked desire blazing in
his blue