Page 41 of Candy

After dinner, we sat on the patio again and called Howard. Mike officially introduced Laney and me as his business partners, and Howard was ecstatic. Laney even broke out a bottle of champagne to celebrate the business partnership, and after a quick glass, I stood and said I needed to get going.

It wasn’t that I was not having fun. I was. I just needed to celebrate differently, and that meant getting Mike alone. We said goodbye, and then as he walked me to my car, I said, “You are coming back to my house, right?”

He turned and looked at me with eyes full of desire. “Nowhere else I’d rather be right now than buried deep in you, sweetheart.”

His words zipped straight down my spine, and I shivered slightly. “Good. See you there in a few minutes.”

Mike followed me on the way, and I kept looking into the rearview mirror to ensure he was still there. With each passing mile, I got more worked up over having him naked and between my legs, and I could barely unlock my door when we finally arrived.

I had one foot inside the house when Mike pressed his body against my back. One hand went straight between my legs. The other brushed my hair aside to get his mouth on my neck before letting it drop to squeeze my breast. I covered both his hands with mine, pulling them tighter to my body.

“Jesus, I need to get in you,” he growled against my ear.

I shoved his hands away, turning as I lifted my shirt over my head and threw it at him. His shirt was whipped away while I undid my jeans and began to shimmy them off me. He matched me step for step, fisting himself as he watched me remove my bra and panties.

The moment I was naked, he was on me, lifting me in a quick rush, putting my back against the wall, and then thrusting his hips forward, filling me without even having to do anything. Our mouths were hungry as they devoured one another, and then he rolled his hips back and forth in the perfect rhythm to help me climb. I’d never had a man be able to bring me with him, and I let myself go as he huffed into my ear and his body jerked with mine.

I felt his body shaking afterward, and I pulled my face back and looked at him. “I can feel your body shaking.”

“Yeah, it is.” He stared at me, then brushed a hand down my face. “Don’t think I have ever had that happen before. I must be out of practice.” He let my legs drift to the floor as he slipped out and stepped back.

I didn’t think this man was out of practice. I was pretty sure his orgasm had been just as intense as mine, and he didn’t want to admit it. We stared at one another, and then I slowly stepped forward. “Stay the night with me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t do that,” he said with a frown.

“You don’t ever stay the night?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Have you ever stayed the night with a woman?”

“Yeah, if I were passed out or in a relationship, but it’s been a long time since I had that.”

I didn’t want to admit that his words saddened me, and I didn’t want to push him into thinking this was a relationship. I had told him that I didn’t want that—except now my heart was telling me something different.

However, I didn’t want him to leave me yet. I wasn’t done with him. “Fine, you don’t have to stay, but don’t go yet.”

“I can stay for a little while, but aren’t you due to work early?”

I nodded and took his hand, pulling him toward the hall to my bedroom. “Yes, but I won’t go to bed for a while, and I’m not finished with you.”

He tugged me into his arms. “If you want more, then you bend over the arm of the couch. I’ll give you more.”

I gnawed my bottom lip. “Oh, I want more, Michael. I want a lot more.”

Mike kissed me again and walked me toward the couch in the living room. He pushed me down when I felt it hit the back of my knees. “Spread those legs, sweetheart. It’s time for the main course.”

Mike dropped to his knees and practically dove between my legs, and as I stared down at him, I again felt that pull in my heart. Was my brother correct? Was Mike going to break my heart? He might, but right now, I wasn’t going to stop him for the world.

After he left, I pulled my hair up and took a shower before climbing into bed. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, wishing that Mike was still here but knowing it was better he wasn’t. How long would we keep this up? How long could we deny what we were feeling for one another?

I was not blind to the way he looked at me. I could see the feelings in his eyes. Maybe he wasn’t aware they were there, or perhaps he didn’t understand them, but they were there. Would he continue to deny them, or could I find a way to break through the walls that he had built around his heart?

I contemplated that for a long time as I tossed and turned. I was just about to turn on the television and see if I could find something that would take my mind off my thoughts when my phone began to ring, and I quickly grabbed it to see Mike’s name on the screen.

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