Free Singapore Fling by Rhian Cahill Page B

might think she fooled
everyone with those conservative business suits of hers, and most
people were fooled, but he hadn’t been duped. She was made for sex.
Hot, sweaty sex. His body had gone on high alert the second Carly
Simmons sauntered into his orbit. He couldn’t think of her without
his cock springing to life and hiding it at work hadn’t been
easy.
    How the fuck he’d kept his hands off her for
the last six months was anyone’s guess. She had deceived him, in a
way, because up until she lay down her very inventive come-on he’d
been clueless of her desire for him. Good thing or he might have
taken her on his desk at work. It had been tough enough not
ordering her to bend over the paper-strewn surface or to push her
to her knees every time she stepped in his office. Now it would be
impossible.
    He sipped his drink, the cocktail not what he
normally ordered. He preferred straight scotch but after Carly’s
little slip of the tongue he’d ordered them each a Sling. The
silence between them had dragged on too long. If he wanted to keep
the night and the rest of the weekend on track, she had to continue
in the direction she’d started. He checked his watch.
    “I figure we’ve got about forty-eight hours,
give or take, before we have to be at the airport for our flight
home. How ‘bout we go back to our suite and order room service for
dinner. Make the most of the time we have.”
    Waiting for Carly’s answer killed him. The
zipper on his pants dug into the swollen flesh of his cock. The
pain took the edge off his arousal or he’d have come in his pants
with the images of what they were going to do running through his
head. How would she react when he showed her what he was like in
the bedroom? Right now she was turned on, her nipples poked against
her top, and she’d been squirming in her seat since they sat
down.
    Her eyes were dilated and if she licked those
plump red lips one more time he’d yank her across the table and
lick them himself. She was aroused but would she take him up on his
offer? He couldn’t wait any longer. He’d take the choice out of her
hands. Putting his glass back on the table, he came to his
feet.
    “Come on. I’m through waiting.”
     

Chapter Two
    Saxon plucked the drink from her hand, slapped
the almost-empty glass down next to his before he wrapped his hand
around her arm and hauled her to her feet. He took money from his
pocket and dropped it on the table. There was too much but someone
would get a generous tip because he didn’t plan on hanging around
to count out the right amount or wait for change. Carly sputtered a
protest, a miniscule little squeak that told him all he needed to
know about her willingness to go with him.
    Leaving the bar, he led her through the middle
courtyard of the hotel to the elevator. She fought to keep up with
his long strides and by the time his finger stabbed the up button
her breathing was labored. Due to arousal or their sprint across
the paved area? He couldn’t be sure, but his own breathing was
shallow and rasped in his ears. Heated blood pumped through his
veins and filled his cock. If she felt a tenth of the lust he did,
it would be enough.
    The doors swished open and he pushed Carly in
ahead of him. He pressed the button for their floor. When the doors
closed, he spun around and pinned her to the back wall. Wedging his
leg between hers, he ground his thigh on her crotch. Heat scorched
his skin through the layers of clothing. She was on fire. He
pressed harder, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her beautiful
mouth. The invitation was clear and he took it.
    Slamming his mouth to hers, he sucked her
bottom lip between his teeth and bit into the tender flesh. Her
gasp of surprise allowed him access to the dark warmth his tongue
sought to claim. All the months of holding back, waiting to take
her, exploded into the kiss. He dominated, ravished and took
without apology. Every corner, every recess became his. Her flavor
was like a drug,