Free Sugar by Cassie Dee Page A

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taking her for his own was holding her prisoner. And the problem was
Meagan didn’t think she could turn him down.
    What seemed like hours in Meagan’s mind were just merely
minutes when she struggled up onto her knees and looked around her.
She saw a long dirt road filled with trees and a small building to
the right of the road. Meagan didn’t know what to think. With a
sudden jarring of the patrol car she slipped back down to her stomach
with a large grunt. She tried once more to reason with the officer.
“Sir? Exactly what am I being arrested for?”
    The sexy-as-sin officer chuckled at her question. “For being
so damn hot, Candy Cane.” He pulled the car over in front of a
small wooden building she guessed it was a hunting cabin based on the
glimpse she had gotten before she had sprawled back down on her
stomach earlier. The officer got out and pulled open the back door.
Instead of pulling her out he pushed up her peach silk skirt and laid
a small kiss on the back of her thigh. He pushed the skirt up to her
waist and made a tsking sound, “Poor Ms. Candy Cane, can you
not afford underwear?”
    She blushed, as she lay exposed to the man’s gaze. Going to
work without underwear had always been a secret turn on for her, a
secret only she knew. So business-like on the outside, but underneath
the charade of businesswoman, she was bare. Naked. She felt the inner
walls of her sheath clench at the thought of what he was seeing. She
felt his hand smooth over the alabaster flesh of her buttocks. Then
the heat of his breath as without warning he pulled her thighs apart
and slowly licked up the crevice of her womanhood. Meagan shrieked in
surprised pleasure then groaned pushing up onto her knees to give the
man better access.
    He leaned back; she felt the air stir around her naked bottom. She
felt the wetness between her thighs, felt the coolness of the air and
could do nothing but push her bottom up and spread her thighs hoping
for more. What she got instead was a light slap on her bottom and his
hands pushing her skirt back down. She closed her eyes, partly in
need and partly in embarrassment. How could she be so hot, so wet for
a man she didn’t even know. Or did she?
    Meagan’s eyes popped back open and she raised her head
looking at him over her shoulder. Something about his voice….
    And he had called her Candy Cane; no one had called her that since
high school.
    Slowly, as recognition dawned her eyes widened. Before she could
confront the man standing behind her, he reached down and grabbed her
around the waist hauling her out of the car, then throwing her over
his shoulder fireman fashion.
    “Will you put me the hell down?” She yelled at the
back of his thigh. All she got in reply was a slap on her bottom and
a jostle that brought her slamming down on his shoulder causing her
to lose her breath until he had her sitting in the center of a
raggedy bed in the middle of a dingy hunting cabin.
    She twisted her hands in an effort to free herself from the cold
metal of the handcuffs.
    “It’s useless, Candy. Stop wasting your energy.”
At those words he started stripping his clothes off.
    “Stop!” she ordered. All he did was smile smugly and
continue to strip. Meagan swallowed hard at the sight of this man
naked. He was all sinew and muscle. His body moved like a cat as he
stretched this way and that. She felt heat pool between her legs as
he slowly took off his sunglasses and looked deeply into her eyes.
She had already suspected, but looking into his eyes sent shock
straight through her body. She gasped. “I can’t believe
it’s you!”
    “Hello, Candy Cane. What? Didn’t expect me to turn up
like this?” Actually, she thought to herself she didn’t
expect him to ever turn up. After that awful night years ago she
figured she had seen the last of him.
    It had been innocent enough. He was tutoring her in science and
math, she had been failing miserably. He was the skinniest, geekiest
kid she had ever