Free Man at Work by Chanta Jefferson Rand Page A

out and he
felt the tremor of her orgasm in his mouth. He waited for her to
float down from her cloud before he tenderly wiped his mouth on the
inside of her silky thigh. Then, he stood and swept her into his
arms and carried her to the wingback chair. He sat down and pulled
her onto his lap so that she straddled him.
    He gave her a minute to get adjusted and
then pulled her onto his hard shaft, thrusting to the hilt. Her hot
pussy wrapped around his dick like a snug glove. He dug his fingers
into her hips as she rode him. She took charge, rocking back and
forth creating a slick trail of friction. Her breasts jiggled above
him, tempting him to lick the big, dark nipples—which he did. As
Candace increased the tempo, he rode the wave of pleasure with
her.
    “ Fuck me, Gabe,” she
commanded. “Fuck me hard.”
    Gabe complied, thrusting, pushing, and
penetrating her with his rock-hard erection. Their lovemaking
turned frantic, their bodies becoming a tangle of desperate groping
and urgent fondling. Sweat poured from him, mingling with the salty
ocean air and dripping down the bridge of his nose. Still, he
didn’t stop—couldn’t stop. He was lured by the powerful pull of
Candace and her slick wetness grinding against him. She threw her
head back and tensed. Her whole body stiffened and he knew she was
coming. He pumped harder and seconds later, a red-hot heat coursed
through his veins, seizing hold of him and snapping his control.
Spasms racked his body as an orgasm so fierce gripped him, he
growled like an animal against the hollow of Candace’s throat.
    His eyes fluttered as Candace clung to him,
sagging against his sweaty torso. As his thundering heartbeat ebbed
and he returned to Planet Earth, he replayed the evening in his
mind. He’d never had such intensely powerful sex with any woman.
He’d dreamed about those long, brown legs for so long. Now, they
were wrapped around him. It was hard to believe. He shook his head.
What was it about her? Why was he so drawn to her?
    He carried her to the massive bed and
dragged the coverlet atop their naked bodies. As their spooning
figures lay exhausted, Candace spoke. Her voice was barely a
whisper. “A nurse.”
    “ What was that?” Gabe
asked.
    “ You asked me what I
wanted to be when I was a little girl. I wanted to be a
nurse.”
    “ I think you would have
made a terrific nurse.”
    “ How can you
tell?”
    “ You just gave me some
great sexual healing.”
    She smacked her lips. “You and your jokes,
Mr. Hunt.”
    Gabe smiled and hugged her to him. He’d
found a woman who was sexy, smart, passionate, and who enjoyed his
off-color sense of humor. Life didn’t get any sweeter than this.
Perhaps Candace Jones was a keeper.

NINE

    Candace used her potholders to pull a cookie
sheet overloaded with white chocolate and macadamia nut cookies
from her oven. She hummed as she worked. She wasn’t the best baker,
but now that the flip was virtually complete, she had some extra
time on her hands. Things couldn’t have turned out better. Six
weeks ago, she was worried that her career was over. Today, she
marveled at how everything had fallen into place the way it was
meant to be. Finally, she was getting a break from the hectic
spiral of craziness she called her life.
    She turned to find Toye standing in the
doorway to the kitchen. She almost dropped the cookies on the tile
floor. “Shit. You scared me, sneaking up like that.”
    Toye pursed her lips. “If
you wouldn’t have been humming so loud, you would have heard me.
What is the deal with you? You’ve been whistling and prancing
around. And yesterday, you were singing that song, Love Under New Management .”
    Candace laughed out loud. “Stop playing,
Toye.”
    “ No, Cuz. You stop playing
me. Tell me, what’s going on?”
    Candace started mixing the next batch of
cookies, adding chocolate chips this time. “I’m just happy the flip
is complete.” She was having dinner in two days with a
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