by Rhian Cahill
Singapore Fling
Passport To Passion Collection
By Rhian Cahill
Copyright 2009 Rhian Cahill
Smashwords Edition
First electronic publication: August, 2009
Second electronic publication: November, 2013
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Carly has lusted after her boss for months and while on a business trip to Singapore she throws caution to the wind and suggests a fling. But Saxon Grant isn’t the conservative businessman she expected. Their passion is overwhelming and beyond anything she’s ever experienced.
A weekend of red-hot sex is too much temptation to refuse, but once Saxon gets his hands on Carly he knows a couple days will never be enough. Months of wanting her explode into a weekend of tangled sheets and twisted emotions.
After one wild weekend, these two hearts will never be the same.
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Dedication
To the boy who promised me the world and the man who gave it to me.
I love you with all that I am and all that I will ever be.
Together Forever.
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Chapter One
“See anything you like?”
Carly licked her lips. Oh, yeah. I see something I like.
There were plenty of things on the menu to quench her thirst, but what she really wanted was a sip of the man across from her. Intelligence, confidence, a strong work ethic and a great body all rolled into one sexy package. He was a tall drink of mouth-watering delight she’d had her eye on for a while now.
Dark stubble lined his jaw, giving his normally fresh-faced look a rugged, wild appearance. A white T-shirt pulled tight across the broad shoulders and pectoral muscles Carly’s fingers itched to trace. Biceps stretched the cotton sleeves and she imagined her hands curled around their thickness holding on as he gave her the ride of her life. One look at him had her pulse spiking and her pussy watering, along with her mouth.
Her gaze dropped to the washboard abs clearly defined under the snug material. Carly would give her next breath to remove the clinging fabric. Tingles of desire tickled her tongue. The idea of licking that smooth expanse set her temperature rising higher than the steamy Singapore climate. Her clit throbbed and she squirmed in her seat, squeezing her thighs together to ease the ache.
Dampness coated her panties and her nipples beaded hard as stones beneath her lace bra. Lace that scraped and teased the taut peaks, making them throb. Her breasts swelled, grew heavy with the arousal pumping through her bloodstream. White-knuckled, Carly gripped the menu to stop herself from reaching between her legs and pressing on her engorged clit.
She had to stop thinking about jumping Saxon Grant. The man would never go for her if she came off as a trashy nympho. No, his women were always cultured—kindergarten teacher types, she’d seen the few he’d dated since she met him. They probably only knew one way to have sex—missionary, no mess and definitely no noise. Carly was going to love teaching the man all about down and dirty. But first she had to play it cool, be subtle.
“Carly?”
She loved the sound of her name on his tongue. Or it could just be his voice. He had a bedroom voice, a little rough, a little naughty. She shuddered and brought her gaze up to meet his. Her tongue flicked out, slid across her bottom lip and she watched his eyes light with desire, his nostrils flare. Good, the man was not unaffected. With a sexy grin she placed her order.
“I’ll take a Singapore Fling, thanks,” she purred.
Saxon choked, fumbled with his menu, and cleared his throat. “I think you mean a Singapore Sling.”
“I know what I mean.” Carly waited a beat. “And I mean what I say.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. He stared at her for a minute, studied her face, her eyes. When he finally turned to the waiter, he ordered two Singapore Slings. Placing his menu on the table between them, he reached into the tub of peanuts to grab a handful and leaned back in his chair to slowly shell them. One by one, he popped them in his mouth.
Carly sat mesmerized by the shift of muscles, the slide of long, lean fingers and large hands. Those babies could cover an awful lot of her flesh in one sweep. Or better yet, fill parts of her that ached to be filled. Vivid images of Saxon with his fingers buried between her legs exploded in her mind. She bit her lip and stifled the moan working its way up her throat. Warmth swirled in her lower belly.
One end of his mouth kicked up in a sexy grin that had her toes curling and her bones melting. In slow motion his tongue peeked out, slid between his lips from one corner to the other and left a glistening trail hers itched to follow. The pink muscle disappeared from view and Carly’s stomach knotted as the urge to lean over and suck it back out took hold. Those lush, kissable lips stretched into a full smile over straight white teeth that contrasted nicely against the red flesh surrounding them.
“So…you want a fling.”
Her gaze met his. The naked desire blazing in his blue eyes sent a shiver down her spine and blistering need burning in her pussy. He wanted her. There was no doubt in her mind, but would he do anything about it? With nothing to lose and everything to gain, Carly jumped in with both feet.
“Sure.” She shrugged. “But it would depend on who I was flinging with.”
“Really? So it’s not just any port in a storm?” he asked.
“No. I’m very picky about who I play with.” She let her gaze roam his body, taking her time, down over his chest and stomach to the noticeable bulge in his jeans. “It’s not something I do on a whim.”
“Do you normally proposition men in bars?”
“No.” In for a penny, in for a pound. “You’re the first.”
Now that she’d moved her hungry gaze from his crotch she saw the smile playing over his lips.
“Good. I’d hate to think this was a bad habit you have.” He watched her closely before adding, “I’d have to punish you if it was.”
Her eyes widened and her tummy lurched. “Punish?”
“Oh yeah. I’d turn you over my knee and spank that sexy ass of yours.”
Air rushed from her lungs and fluid seeped from her rapidly swelling pussy.
“I see you wouldn’t be adverse to such a thing. Good to know.”
The waiter placed their drinks on the table, saving Carly from commenting further. Her throat dry, she grabbed her glass, sucked on the straw and filled her mouth with the sweet alcohol-laced cocktail. She wasn’t sure what rattled her more—that Saxon wasn’t the buttoned-down man she thought he was or the arousal coursing through her at the thought of being spanked. As far as she was concerned anything that brought pleasure was fair game but she’d never gone down that road before.
“Slow down. We haven’t eaten yet, and on an empty stomach a Sling will get you drunk real quick,” Saxon said.
The straw slipped from her lips and she sucked in a deep breath. He was right, getting drunk wasn’t a good idea. Not if she wanted to get him into bed. She held the cold glass against her cheek
but the icy chill did nothing to cool her off. In the six months she’d worked at Saxon’s company they’d never flirted. Not that anyone got past Brenda, his bitch of a personal assistant. That barracuda had just about foamed at the mouth when she found out Carly and the boss were flying to Singapore and would be alone together for over a week.
A smile of delight stretched her lips as she remembered the look on Brenda’s face. Carly had felt smug ever since.
“What has you grinning with evil intent?”
She looked at him and decided the truth couldn’t hurt. She’d always been a straight shooter in her professional and personal life, no point stopping now. “I was remembering the look on the personal assistant from hell’s face when you told her I was coming with you on this trip. She was less than pleased with the idea.”
“Probably because she knows I’ve watched you from the moment you walked through my office door. Unlike some, she knows lust when she sees it.”
Her mouth dropped open and she gaped like a stranded fish. Her jaw flapped along with her brain. He’d been watching her?
“Yes, Carly, I’ve watched you and thought of nothing but having you under me from the minute you arrived. So if you’re still up for that fling I’m more than happy to play with you.”
Saxon smiled as he took in Carly’s shocked expression. She thought she’d stunned him earlier with her fling comment. Not a chance. It was the pain from his instantly stiff cock pressing into his fly that had him choking on his own breath. He’d spent the last five days trying to think of a way to get her in his bed. Now that he knew she was more than interested in being there, he wouldn’t hold back. And once he got her there she’d be staying longer than the weekend. His gut told him getting his fill of her would take more than a fling.
Everything about her oozed sex, from the way she spoke to the way she walked. Oh, she might think she fooled everyone with those conservative business suits of hers, and most people were fooled, but he hadn’t been duped. She was made for sex. Hot, sweaty sex. His body had gone on high alert the second Carly Simmons sauntered into his orbit. He couldn’t think of her without his cock springing to life and hiding it at work hadn’t been easy.
How the fuck he’d kept his hands off her for the last six months was anyone’s guess. She had deceived him, in a way, because up until she lay down her very inventive come-on he’d been clueless of her desire for him. Good thing or he might have taken her on his desk at work. It had been tough enough not ordering her to bend over the paper-strewn surface or to push her to her knees every time she stepped in his office. Now it would be impossible.
He sipped his drink, the cocktail not what he normally ordered. He preferred straight scotch but after Carly’s little slip of the tongue he’d ordered them each a Sling. The silence between them had dragged on too long. If he wanted to keep the night and the rest of the weekend on track, she had to continue in the direction she’d started. He checked his watch.
“I figure we’ve got about forty-eight hours, give or take, before we have to be at the airport for our flight home. How ‘bout we go back to our suite and order room service for dinner. Make the most of the time we have.”
Waiting for Carly’s answer killed him. The zipper on his pants dug into the swollen flesh of his cock. The pain took the edge off his arousal or he’d have come in his pants with the images of what they were going to do running through his head. How would she react when he showed her what he was like in the bedroom? Right now she was turned on, her nipples poked against her top, and she’d been squirming in her seat since they sat down.
Her eyes were dilated and if she licked those plump red lips one more time he’d yank her across the table and lick them himself. She was aroused but would she take him up on his offer? He couldn’t wait any longer. He’d take the choice out of her hands. Putting his glass back on the table, he came to his feet.
“Come on. I’m through waiting.”
Chapter Two
Saxon plucked the drink from her hand, slapped the almost-empty glass down next to his before he wrapped his hand around her arm and hauled her to her feet. He took money from his pocket and dropped it on the table. There was too much but someone would get a generous tip because he didn’t plan on hanging around to count out the right amount or wait for change. Carly sputtered a protest, a miniscule little squeak that told him all he needed to know about her willingness to go with him.
Leaving the bar, he led her through the middle courtyard of the hotel to the elevator. She fought to keep up with his long strides and by the time his finger stabbed the up button her breathing was labored. Due to arousal or their sprint across the paved area? He couldn’t be sure, but his own breathing was shallow and rasped in his ears. Heated blood pumped through his veins and filled his cock. If she felt a tenth of the lust he did, it would be enough.
The doors swished open and he pushed Carly in ahead of him. He pressed the button for their floor. When the doors closed, he spun around and pinned her to the back wall. Wedging his leg between hers, he ground his thigh on her crotch. Heat scorched his skin through the layers of clothing. She was on fire. He pressed harder, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her beautiful mouth. The invitation was clear and he took it.
Slamming his mouth to hers, he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and bit into the tender flesh. Her gasp of surprise allowed him access to the dark warmth his tongue sought to claim. All the months of holding back, waiting to take her, exploded into the kiss. He dominated, ravished and took without apology. Every corner, every recess became his. Her flavor was like a drug, the more he tasted the more he wanted.
His cock pulsed and he pumped his hips, pushing the throbbing organ against her supple belly. With the fingers of one hand tangled in her hair, he held her midnight tresses tight to keep her mouth under his. His other hand molded itself to her breast, her nipple prodding his palm. Drawing his hand back, he dragged his fingers over the mound until they caught on the bud. Using the padded tips, he tugged and pinched until the peak turned rock hard.
She moaned into his mouth and thrust her tongue against his while grinding her pussy on his thigh. He raised his leg, forcing her onto her toes, and felt her body quiver with her building orgasm. The ding of the elevator barely registered but the gasp of the elderly couple waiting when the doors opened did.
Saxon jerked away and Carly slid down onto the soles of her feet and kept going. His arm shot out and wrapped around her waist. Holding her to his side, he walked them out onto their floor. On wobbly legs, she tottered beside him. Quickening his steps, he marched them down the hall. His blood boiled, every vein filled to overflowing and his cock had never been so stiff. They’d never make the bed. He’d take her the second they got inside the room.
Keycard out, Saxon swiped it through the reader and elbowed the door open. They stumbled inside. He turned them around, used their combined weight to slam the door shut and trap Carly between the solid timber and his hard body. Her soft curves cupped his rigid angles, molding to him like she was custom made to fit. Small hands slid up his back and gripped his shoulders as she thrust her pelvis into his. His testicles drew up under his body and pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock.
The air was ripe with the scent of their arousal. Her aroma made his taste buds water and crave a sample. He claimed her mouth first, indulged in the pleasure of kissing her lush depths. Carly demanded as she gave, bold strokes and savage stabs of their tongues meshed their mouths and sent his libido soaring. His balls and cock stung with the urge to empty his seed. Their hips set in a rhythm as old as time, they bucked and rolled in search of relief from the fire burning them alive.
He ripped his mouth from hers, sucked in a gulp of air before lunging for her neck. Her skin felt like silk, smooth and delicate. He nibbled and licked his way to the pounding pulse in the shadowy indent at the base of her throat. With an open mouth, he kissed and suckled the tender flesh, her heartbeat vibrating across his tongue. His nostrils filled with the
smell of her, a light trace of the perfume she always wore, the one that drove him wild, and her own unique musk. A combination of clean skin and hot female enticed him to savor, to relish.
The sounds tripping past her lips drove him further into the carnal hunger to take, possess. Purrs, whimpers, murmurs, the hitch of breath when he found a sensitive spot, all dragged him into the inferno of raging lust that consumed them both. He couldn’t wait. He had to have her now.
How he tore himself away from her he’d never know, but he did. He yanked his wallet from his back pocket, fumbled for the condom he kept inside.
“Strip,” he ordered.
He tossed his wallet over his shoulder and ripped the foil packet open with his teeth while undoing his jeans. He sheathed his rigid length as he pushed his pants past his hips. Covered, he looked at Carly. Her eyelids at half-mast hid her vibrant green eyes, her swollen red lips and flushed, sweat-covered skin were the sexiest sight he’d ever seen. She fumbled with her skirt zipper but he was through waiting. He gripped the hem, gathered the material up to bunch at her waist revealing the black lace strip covering her sex.
Damn. That was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Slipping his fingers into the elastic sides of her panties, he pushed the scrap of cloth down her legs until it dropped to the floor. The aroma of her cream drifted up to him as he moved his hand between her legs and encountered wetness. It coated his fingers and covered his palm. Her slick folds parted as he slid along her clenching pussy, then drove two digits into her with ease.
Carly moaned in pleasure and thrust against his invasion. Saxon pumped in and out, hard and fast. His thumb brushed her clit and her inner muscles clamped around his fingers. He wanted that tight vice surrounding his cock. Withdrawing his hand he lifted her leg.
