Wrenching his mouth and hand away, he took a deep breath and laughed softly at her startled curse. Getting to his feet, he licked the moisture of Candy's body off his lips and smiled at her.
"I just remembered something."
"What?" She panted, her eyes glazed. Candy was holding on to the desk for support now that he had stood and taken his shoulders up out of her immediate reach.
"You said you like to be touched on your breasts. I should be doing that instead."
Frustration was evident in the way she shook her head and said, "I liked what you were doing just fine."
Jared put a hand on each breast and caressed her nipples through her blouse.
Candy's eyes fluttered shut. "Or this is good too."
He had to agree. Faster than he would have thought possible, he had the buttons on her white blouse undone and was reaching inside to cup her breasts.
She was wearing white lace, a startling contrast to the black panties. As he rolled her nipple beneath his finger, he said, "You rebel. Your bra and panties don't match."
Eyes half closed, she muttered, "I put the panties on first. Then realized I couldn't wear a black bra with a white blouse."
"So you're not a rebel?" he teased, kicking her legs farther apart so he could wedge his thigh in between hers.
"Doesn't sex in my boss's office make me a rebel?"
Jared pressed against Candy, annoyed to find her skirt had fallen back down to cover her. Her words fascinated him. It seemed obvious that's where they were heading, but to hear her say it out loud was a huge turn-on.
"Is that what we're doing? Having sex?"
"Sort of."
Dragging her bra down to expose her full breast, Jared pulled the pink nipple into his mouth and sucked softly. "Nice and sweet."
Candy's hands landed on his head and she tugged on his hair.
He pulled back half an inch. "What should we do to make it more than sort-of sex?"
Then he trailed his tongue along the side of her breast as it popped over the edge of the lace bra. He forced himself to go slow, to stay in control, to not just rip every inch of her clothing off the way he wanted to and sink into her softness.
A hand slithered down and caressed him through his pants, sending a jolt reverberating through every cell in his body. "Candy?"
"This is where you wanted to be touched, right?"
He nodded dumbly.
"Then I'll touch you. And when I'm finished, we can make it full sex by having you inside me."
Yes. Yes, yes, and hell yes.
"If that's what you want…"
"To touch you? Or you inside me?" Her hand stilled.
Damn, she was killing him. He said, "Both."
"Yes, that's what I want. Here. Now."
He was about to agree that was the best goddamn idea he'd ever heard in his life, when she grabbed his belt buckle and undid it before he could even open his mouth. Nimble fingers unbuttoned and unzipped him.
"Very efficient," he murmured.
Candy grinned. "Efficiency in the workplace leads to greater productivity."
He laughed. Then sputtered off into a moan when her hand went inside his pants and wrapped around him.
She squeezed.
He panted.
Caressing up the length of him, her eyes went wide. "Ooh, it's so big."
And he didn't even pay her to say that.
From another woman, that would have sounded insincere, but not when Candy said it. No one could fake the kind of honest pleasure on her face, or the way her eyes struggled to stay open.
The idea that he could trust Candy flitted through his mind, before he lost all rational thought.
"Does this feel good?"
Her speed had increased, and she was rubbing up and down with light feathery strokes. Good was a hilarious understatement.
Any better than this and he was going to be done before he started. "Yes, but…"
Her hand slipped down to cup his testicles.
"Candy, I…"
Shit, now she had both hands on him.
"What, Jared?"
He forced himself to speak. "I have a condom in my wallet. Let me get it out."
She stilled.
He panicked. If she said no, he was going to cry like a baby.
Her hands left his pants and pressed against his chest. Then she kissed his cheek, her full warm lips just brushing across his skin.
No woman but his mother had ever kissed his cheek.
A weird tenderness came over him, quieting his urgent desire and leaving him waiting for Candy to tell him his next move.
If she had changed her mind, he respected that.
"Which pocket is your wallet in?"
But her not changing her mind was better.
"Left." He started to reach around for it, but she stopped him.
"No, I'll get it." Then she was rummaging around in his pocket, feeling here, feeling there, the teasing light touches making him nuts.
Finally she held the wallet up, smiling, looking confident and sure. "Which compartment?"
"I don't know." It was somewhere in there collecting dust.
He watched her riffle through the wallet, stopping to look at his driver's license.
"Checking to make sure I'm who I say I am?" he asked, amused.
"I wanted to see how old you are. Thirty-one if my math's right. And I couldn't resist looking at your picture. You look perfect, like you always do."
It should have been a compliment, but the wrinkling of her nose made it sound like a bad thing. "You don't like that?"
"I do. I love the way you're put together all the time, but Lord, Jared, it's hard to stand next to you." She found the condom and pulled it out. "I'm so scattered-looking all the time, I can't compete with you."
Scattered-looking? Is that what she called it? He would have thought blond bombshell was a better way to phrase it.
"I love the way you look." He smoothed her hair back from her face. "That curvy body and your brains, together they're lethal. You're gorgeous, Candy. Now give me the condom."
Candy stared at Jared in disbelief and something that felt suspiciously like hope. She knew when men were lying, when they were feeding her what she wanted to hear. Half the conversations in her life were based on empty compliments meant to coax her into bed.
Jared was telling the truth. He thought she was smart.
If she wasn't already planning to have sex with him, she would have just for that alone.
Ripping the foil package open, she said, "I've got it."
His eyes darkened. "Okay. But before you do that…"
Hands were suddenly up her skirt. Before she could blink, her panties were down at her knees, then sinking to the floor. Jared's hand lingered on her bare behind for a minute before retreating.
Her mouth was hot and thick with saliva and she reached for him impatiently, rolling on the condom with trembling fingers. She hadn't been kidding about the big thing. Jared was no slouch in the size department and she distracted herself by running her hands across him again, giving his hot skin a squeeze.
The condom stuck, and it took her three times to unroll it, but she finally got it on and flipped her hair back out of her eyes.
Jared surprised her with a kiss, a long wet, lingering kiss that robbed her of the last of her reserve. As his hands held her head, and he rocked against her with his penis, she moaned, "Now. Please."
He pushed her skirt out of the way and without warning his finger sank inside her. A shudder ripped through her.
"You're still nice and wet. Ready for me?"
Since the minute they'd walked into this office. "Oh, yes."
Jared backed her up a foot until she was leaning against Harold's desk, the surface cool on her backside. Then nudging her legs apart, he entered her with one quick thrust.
He filled every inch of her, stretching her, and Candy repeated, "Oh, yes!"
They stood there for long seconds, Jared's head bent down and Candy's nails digging into his arms. She could feel the length of him pulsing inside her, making her want more than this tight teasing.
Jared must have had the same idea. He moved. Slow. In and out until Candy's arms dropped to her sides and she let her head loll back. She didn't thrust her hips to meet him, but just settled back and let him rock into her. It was languid and deep, and Jared leaned forward and dashed his tongue across her nipple.