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With his free hand, he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, then reached for the condom in his back pocket. Steadying Callie, who had leaned her weight against him as she recovered from the huge orgasm that had ripped through her, Tobey slowly slid his fingers from her, pressing one last kiss to her sweet cunt, licking her sweet juices off of his lips before he rose up from his knees.

Finally, the tip of his cock rested at the incredibly wet, pink entrance to her vagina, his hugely swollen head red with insistence. Tobey wanted to plunge into her, roughly, 23

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forcefully, until he exploded. He wanted to overpower her, to squeeze her enormous breasts, to feel them heavy in his hands as he rode her, dominated her. He wanted to grab her ankles and push them over her shoulders, opening up her thighs wide so that he could watch his cock sink into her, inch by inch.

But even though he wanted to do all of this and more, he didn’t. Because even more than Tobey wanted to take Callie for his own pleasure, he wanted to please her all over again. He wanted to hear her cries of ecstasy and watch her as she came beneath him.

He slipped the condom on in one smooth move, and smiled into her beautiful blue eyes. She looked up at him, shy again, and Tobey opened his mouth to murmur something comforting to her, to let her know that she was safe with him, that he was going to take his time, even if it killed him.

And then her eyes changed, turning from a clear ocean to a swirling, deep dark blue. Before he knew what had even happened, Callie had bucked her hips into him and swallowed his cock. All of it.

“Callie,” he groaned against her lips. She shut him up with a kiss so full of ownership, Tobey knew right then and there that he would be hers forever.

Bucking and rearing, Tobey slid in and out of her, delirious with pleasure. Her breasts struck his chest with every thrust and Callie’s kisses sucked all of the breath from him. Barely coherent, Tobey felt her muscles begin to tighten around his shaft.

Mustering what little control he had left, he held her ass still with his big hands.

“Look at me.”

As if from a dream, Callie opened her eyes slowly. Hazy with passion, she watched him watch her.

Tobey slid out one inch, and then another. Callie’s eyelids fell shut and so he stilled again.

“Open your eyes,” he said, his voice shaking with need even as he gave her his command.

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Slowly she re-opened them and he thought he saw defiance in their depths.

He was right. “They’re open,” she whispered. “Now show me a good time.”

Tobey would have laughed if he could have. Instead he thrust his cock into her pussy again and again, watching her eyes change again from a deep blue to a dark purple. As Callie’s orgasm overtook her, Tobey closed his eyes, threw his head back, and came hard and long. It seemed to go on forever. He thought he would never feel so good again for the rest of his life.

But then, just as he relaxed, feeling much like he did at the end of a marathon, out of breath and exhilarated, Callie’s body language changed beneath him. It might have been an imperceptible change to some men, but Tobey recognized it immediately for what it was.

Regret.

Embarrassment.

He refused to let her do it and tried to capture her mouth in a kiss, but she turned her head to the side and his lips just grazed her cheek. She wriggled her butt cheeks back into the shelves behind her and pushed at his chest. He fell out of her and she moved quickly, reaching for her bra and her dress. She threw them over her head and slipped her feet into her shoes and Tobey, figuring he’d have a better chance of reasoning with her if he had some clothes on too, quickly dressed back into his now-wrinkled, slightly milky tuxedo.

“Callie,” he said. His voice was low and warm and he felt like he was trying to coax a frightened cat to drink from his bowl of milk. But he didn’t get the chance to say anything else.

Loud voices sounded from the hall just as Callie put her hand on the doorknob. She turned to him. “Stay in here until everyone is gone. I’ll distract them.”

Tobey frowned, then nodded. He didn’t want to embarrass Callie by giving away his presence, but at the same time, he couldn’t let her get away.

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“Wait for me,” he said, but she was already out the door and gone.

Sitting down on am upside-down milk crate, Tobey rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms. Her scent was everywhere on him.

“She’s not going to get away,” he promised himself as he looked around at the mess they’d made in the commercial refrigerator with a smile. “Who knew a refrigerator could be so damn hot?”

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The next morning, Tobey’s smile could have lit up a small theatre. He planned to check in at his office, have his assistant clear his schedule, and then he was going to track down Callie Moore.

Sweet, delectable Callie Moore.

Tobey walked past the large, colorful
Sweet Returns: Candy Company Consultant
sign and into his office building in downtown Albany, New York. Alice, his assistant, looked as if she had already been hard at work for several hours. He was certain that she had been writing up invoices, balancing their accounts, keeping everything running so smoothly that all he ever had to do was think about the best ways to sell candy, even though it was just past eight in the morning.

“The king has finally arrived,” she said, her mouth tight as she glanced towards the clock. Alice had managed his office since the day he’d hung out his shingle fifteen years ago and often treated him like he was no more than an unruly son who needed a ruler taken to his backside every once and again to stay on the straight and narrow. “And not a minute too soon. You need to read through several things before you meet with your new client.”

Tobey sat down in a chair, guilt momentarily weighing him down. How was he ever going to let Alice go? When he closed up his candy consulting business and joined his older brother, Ed, in the accounting firm next month, he knew Alice was going to be heartbroken. Not to mention the fact that she was going to disapprove of his choice.

The smile reappeared on his face. Alice loved to disapprove of whatever it was he did. Getting her all riled up was part of the fun of working with her.

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Promising himself that he’d sit down and have a talk with Alice soon, he pushed it from his mind. “I need you to clear my calendar for the day.”
And hopefully for the next
month or so
, Tobey thought.

He was already envisioning a trip to the Hawaiian Islands with Callie wearing nothing but a string bikini on a hot, sandy beach. He and Callie would explore their desire endlessly. Long days in the sun, followed by perfect nights under the stars. With Callie. Adorable, sensuous Callie.

Cutting into his fantasy, Alice said, “No can do. You have an important consultation today.” Her voice was full of censure. Tobey wondered if she had used x-ray powers to guess his most intimate thoughts.

He was firm. “Cancel it.”

Alice shook her head. “I can’t and I won’t. The woman I spoke to sounds sweeter than sweet, truly in love with making candy, and, most importantly, desperately in need of your help.”

Tobey frowned at Alice, then got up out of the leather chair and stalked to her desk.

“Fine,” he said reaching his hand out for the packet of client information. “I’ll go.” He grabbed the file without looking at it, impatient and displeased that he wasn’t going to be able to go see Callie right away. Who cared about selling candy when what waited for him was so much better than any saltwater taffy, sour ball, or chocolate bar could ever be?

“Who’s the client?”

Alice surprised him with a smile. “Callie’s Candies.”

Tobey nearly dropped the folder. “Did you just say Callie’s Candies?”

A curious glint in her eyes, Alice nodded. “That’s right. My sister lives in Saratoga with that horse-crazy husband of hers and last time I went out to visit her, we dropped into Callie’s Candies. Best damn truffles I ever had.”

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“I know,” Tobey said, remembering the rapturous faces of the wedding guests as they ate Callie’s truffles. They had the same look that was currently drawn across Alice’s face.

“I’ve never seen you get so excited about candy before,” he said, teasing his assistant.

“There are a lot of things you haven’t seen,” she snapped at him as if he were a little boy who wouldn’t know up from down without her help. Returning to an all-business demeanor she said, “She’s expecting you at 10 a.m. Don’t be late. And don’t you dare let her down.”

Intent on finding out everything he could about Callie’s Candies before 10 a.m., Tobey stepped into his office and closed the door. Opening the thick file of information that Alice had assembled for him, he started reading.

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Callie’s alarm went off at 7 a.m. and she burrowed down under the covers, trying to ignore it. She felt like hell today, which was no wonder, considering she hadn’t slept more than fifteen minutes all night. Her dog, Wolf, got up from his big doggy bed on the floor and pushed his chin up on her pillow.

Feeling the weight of his big, shaggy head hit the bed, she emerged from beneath the down duvet. “All right, I hear you. I’m turning it off,” she said. Silence descended again and Callie was certain she heard Wolf sigh with relief.

She sat up in bed, pulling the sheets up with her, and scratched Wolf’s head between his ears. Just like she knew he would, he got so relaxed that his head slid off the bed and he stretched out on the rug beside her bed to go back to sleep.

The sheets scratched the tender skin of her breasts and Callie lightly ran her hands over them. Still sore and aching, they were a potent reminder of what she had done at James and Jane’s wedding only a day before. All night long, images of her coming in Tobey’s mouth, of his teeth grazing her shoulder as he sucked salt from her, of her 29

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thrusting into him, fucking him, desperate for him, assailed her. How could she have behaved like that? She hadn’t even recognized herself in the woman she had become yesterday in his arms. Now all she wanted to do was put a closed sign on the door of her candy store and take a sleeping pill that would knock her out ‘til tomorrow. She wanted to drown out her stupidity with sleep. Maybe if she slept long enough, it would all go away.

And then her life would return to normal.

Unfortunately, Callie knew that wasn’t possible. Not only did she have potential customers to sell candy to—not many, of course, but the ones who came were loyal and she loved each and every one of them—but she had an important business meeting. Her accountant had set up an appointment for her with a renowned candy company consultant, Sweet something or other was the name of his company. He was going to be coming by her store at 10 a.m. this morning. No matter how bad she felt today—like a cheap, tawdry slut to tell the truth—she couldn’t miss this meeting, or she’d really be screwed. Literally and figuratively.

She dragged herself out of bed, almost stepping on one of Wolf’s big mutt paws.

She bent over to drop a kiss on his muzzle in apology and then stepped into the shower.

She turned it on full blast, praying that water could wash away some of her sins.

“I’m supposed to be the nice candy lady,” she muttered, roughly soaping up her skin. “Not the truffle slut who picks up the best man and fucks his brains out.”

She lathered up her arms, her legs, her stomach, trying to avoid the inside of her thighs until the last minute. She didn’t want to touch herself, had held off from touching herself all night, even though her every waking moment had been filled with arousing images of her and Tobey at the bar and in the refrigerator. Her short dreams when she had fallen asleep had been even worse than that. After only a few minutes of sleep she woke up, drenched in sweat, the apex of her legs—she couldn’t believe she had actually said the word pussy yesterday—throbbing with need.

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But no matter how she tried, she couldn’t control herself, the need Tobey unleashed in her was that great. Her hands had a mind of their own and before she knew it she was touching herself, rubbing herself, pretending that Tobey’s tongue was on her again.

Her clit grew huge and hard and her legs were trembling so badly that she had to lean back against the wall for support. She imagined him in the shower with her, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock driving into her, his strong arms supporting her weight, his tongue in her mouth.

The orgasm hit her like a city bus and nearly knocked her down. She rubbed herself frantically, not wanting the tremors to end, not wanting the fantasy of Tobey being with her to be erased when she opened her eyes.

But when it was through, she shampooed her hair and dried off, utterly disgusted with herself. Forcing herself to push all erotic thoughts away, Callie dressed in her one suit, the most severe outfit she owned. The light pink suit accented her curves, the one button on the jacket showcasing her tiny waist and lush breasts and hips. Underneath the jacket, she wore a see-through silk camisole. She didn’t intend to take her jacket off for the meeting—the suit was more like armor than clothes in her mind—and the white silk looked the best of anything she owned peeking out from underneath her jacket.

Callie usually wore jeans and a t-shirt that said Callie’s Candies on it, so today she felt business-like and stern in her suit.

She brushed her hair violently, trying to tame her unruly curls, and finally gave up.

“Who am I kidding?” she said, taking one last look in the mirror. Wolf followed her out of the bedroom and she let him into the little fenced backyard to take care of his business.

“I’ll come back at lunch,” she called to him and he stopped sniffing the grass and turned his furry face to hers, wagging his tail as if he understood.