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  CONTENTS

  title

  description

  one

  two

  three

  four

  five

  epilogue

  second epilogue

  riding rough

  description

  one

  two

  acknowledgments

  need more steam?

  Sugar Lips

  ARIA COLE

  When Nolan Redford finds a masked beauty in his arms at the office Halloween party, he's instantly taken. Her seductive curves contradict her innocent smile--she's sexy, uninhibited, and just the woman he needs to calm the animal inside. Tangled in a web of unbridled passion, their chemistry is combustible before masks are removed and true identities finally revealed.

  Reese Hamilton is the last woman Nolan should want in his bed, but little does she know he’s already addicted to her sweet taste. He’s taking steps to make her his—to make sure she never gets away.

  Warning: Sugar Lips is over-the-top alpha male goodness, sweet enough to induce a toothache, and so sizzling Halloween will never be the same. Make a chocolate martini and spice up your night with Nolan and his sweet treat, Reese—love stories this scorching should be illegal!

  ONE

  Nolan

  “Redford!” Clive, one of the junior partners, smacked me on the back as he walked up to my side in the men’s bathroom, whipping out his junk and pissing in the urinal next to me. The murky haze in his eyes and the sway in his gait told me he’d had one too many Jack and Cokes. I groaned inwardly, tucking my cock back in my pants and zipping up. “Whaddya say we hit some balls tomorrow?”

  Nice fucking pun, asshole. “Working tomorrow.”

  “Mmkay…maybe Hamilton will be up for a game.” He referred to my partner at Hamilton & Redford.

  Maybe I should start hitting the Jack at these fucking horrid office parties. Small talk made me want to gouge my eyes out.

  I’d been at this Halloween party for nearly two hours. Surely, I’d done my duty and could get the fuck out of this place. I already spent sixty-plus hours a week slaving for the firm. Hell if I wanted to spend my after-hours here too.

  I glanced in the mirror, catching sight of the black mask that camouflaged most of my face. I was ready to toss this cheap thing in the garbage and get home.

  “Doin’ the shuffle next, Redford!” Clive swayed his hips pathetically. “Better see you out there,” he called, the bathroom door slamming behind me the only reply I had for him.

  I don’t know why I let John Hamilton talk me into promoting that guy. He did his job well enough, but something about him just grated on my last nerve. I hit the sleek, marble-tiled hallway. And instead of heading right to the rest of the party, low thumps of Bruno Mars pushing through my head, I took a quick left down the back hall that led to my oversized office.

  I sauntered at an easy pace, thoughts of the mini bottles of Grey Goose tucked in my office fridge calling my name. I’d check my messages, compulsive workaholic that I was, and have a glass on the rocks to unwind before calling the company car to drive me home. Bruno Mars bled into Taylor Swift, and just as I was thinking about finding a new DJ for the next office party, I bumped into a warm body, soft curves and a seductive scent filling my space.

  “Oh gosh,” a tinkling voice uttered.

  “Sorry ’bout that.” I reached out, catching her elbow to stabilize her on those spikes she called shoes. My eyes traveled down the creamy legs, thighs peeking out beneath the hem of a jet-black cocktail dress. Short. That dress was really fucking short.

  Thank God for dresses like that.

  I sucked in a breath, staggering for a second when her palm rested on my chest, one of those spiky high heels in the air as she twisted at the little strap that held it in place. “These things are killing me.”

  I huffed, clutching my fingers around her wrist to hold her steady. “Take them off. I always question the sanity of any woman I see wearing those death traps.”

  “So…” She cocked her head, smirk tilting to one side. “You’re calling me insane? Is that what you say when you're charming all the ladies?”

  I couldn’t help the grin that shot across my lips. Been a goddamned long time since anyone had made me smile. “Forgive me. I’m known as the office asshole.”

  “That so?” She slipped off the shoe, letting it dangle on one finger. Hell, I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me, but I wanted to wrap my lips around that finger and suck. Instead, I dropped to one knee, unclasping the dainty little strap on her other ankle and easing the death heel off her foot.

  My fingertips danced across the soft skin, smooth as the finest silk. I traced a fingertip up the gentle dip of her calf, glancing over the back of her knee when a shiver rippled through her body. One hand tightened on my shoulder, her entire body swaying for a moment before she caught herself.

  “Thanks,” she said when I stood, my eyes holding hers.

  Long beats passed, my heart thundering in my ears as we watched each other.

  “Why didn’t you dress up?” she finally breathed, our gazes still locked.

  I swallowed past the bundle of razors in my throat, licking my lips before answering, “I’m the boss. What I say goes.” I stepped closer, drawn to her as though we were connected by an invisible force field. “And I don’t do dress-up.” My fingers landed at her temple, eyes moving down to study the lush lips visible behind the white feathered mask she wore. “Not at work parties. I believe in maintaining a healthy distance in the office. Professionalism.”

  She turned, and I missed the gaze behind the mask. It did a hell of a job disguising her face, but her eyes, the brightest shade of azure blue, mesmerized me. “What brought you to the party tonight?”

  She pressed her lips together, the heartbeat at her throat fluttering like a hummingbird, steady, delicate.

  Everything about her looked so graceful and perfect.

  My fingers craved the feeling of her hips. I wondered if it’d be too damn forward to kiss her right now.

  Did I even give a shit if it was too forward? No woman in my entire thirty-nine years had ever had this impact on me.

  She finally cleared her throat, eyes fluttering closed. “I came with a friend.”

  I nodded, suddenly jealous of the fucker who’d brought her here. The thought of her going home with anyone but me made my vision bleed red.

  “Share a drink in my office with me?” I threaded my fingers with hers, backstepping across the hallway and pulling us both into my office. It was lit with only a dim lamp, and wall-to-wall windows showcased the city around us. She looked achingly beautiful in any light, but the way the shadows played with the tender lines of her face was out of this world entirely. “You won’t be missed, will you?”

  Her eyes met mine, a small shake of her head indicating she wouldn’t.

  Christ, I couldn't help the feeling that radiated through my balls, had me dying to find out what she’d feel like underneath me. My mouth watered at the thought of the taste of her on my tongue. “Grey Goose okay?”

  Our fingers still connected, we walked across the polished wood floor, getting closer to the windows that overlooked my world. In here, I was the master. What I said was all that mattered, always. So inviting her in here felt…intimate. Like inviting her into my life to take a look around like a voyeur.

  “I don’t really drink,” she finally answered, one palm hovering at the window as if she wanted to touch the pane, peer down the face of the thirty-story building. “Actually, I’m not really sure what I’m doing here.”

  Her profile was lit by slivers of moonlight, drawing me in, begging for my touch. “Does there need to be a reason?” I dragged one fingertip down the curve of her arm, followin
g the soft line and watching as goose bumps formed in my wake. “So turned on,” I hummed, inching closer to her lips. “I think we both know what you’re doing here.”

  She sucked in her thick bottom lip, and the urge to bite it nearly overwhelmed me.

  A low growl ripped from my chest before my hands were pushing into her soft waves and my tongue was tracing the moist seam of her pink lips. One of her arms wound around my neck as my palm dug into the creamy flesh of her thigh and wrapped her leg around my waist. Moving her seamlessly against the glass, I planted one hand behind her head, cupping her gently while my mouth melded with hers.

  Quiet moans slipped past her lips, the nails of one hand biting at the muscle of my shoulder as our tongues twisted. “Taste sweeter than candy.”

  I spun her in my arms, striding the few feet to my desk and laying her across it. My hands raced up her body, delving into her creamy curves and wishing I never had to come up for air.

  She arched, her hips moving beneath me. My cock pressed against the edge of my desk, grinding with just enough pressure to release the pain and prevent myself from sinking into her for God and everybody to hear. Then again, guess that’d announce to all those bastards out at the party who she belonged to. My balls tugged with something primal at the thought.

  Claiming her.

  Planting my seed in that sweet cunt and tying her to me for life.

  With one palm sliding up her calf, I kissed my way along the path to the promised land, taking my time and savoring every inch like a man starved. I moved over her knees, enjoying the way she squirmed and arched when I hit all her sensitive spots. The scent of her juicy pussy pushed me on, the hemline of that short little dress rising higher and higher by the second until a pair of bubblegum-pink satin panties came into view.

  A strip of bubblegum fucking pink stood between me and the only thing I wanted.

  “Jesus, look at you wrapped up all pretty like a piece of candy for me.” I dusted a fingertip across the damp satin, a serrated sigh burning off her lips when I did. “Can’t wait to taste your sweet come on my tongue.”

  A bowl of Halloween candy corn caught my eye, my secretary having left it on my desk earlier to “add a little cheer.”

  A grin parted my lips as I grabbed a handful, taking my time tracing a line of candy across the waistband of those little panties, down to the apex of her thighs and landing on the silky covered pussy that was about to be all mine.

  Her chest rose up and down as she watched me with aroused eyes, small shakes wracking her body whenever my knuckle dusted a sensitive spot. I beamed when I’d finished my job, making a candy-corn bikini overtop of all that bubblegum. “I really love candy, sweetheart.”

  She stopped breathing when our eyes met and held.

  I winked once before pushing my tongue out and licking a piece of the candy off her waist. I followed the line, working my way around her gorgeous cunt until the damp spot at the center of her crotch had grown bigger, until the scent of her pretty pussy in the air was too much for me to bear.

  I needed inside her. I couldn't think straight. I didn’t know what the repercussions might be tomorrow, but I would deal with them then. She was so sweet and soft, lying beneath me like this, looking up at me with those mesmerizing ocean eyes, a mountain of white feathers hiding the contours of her face.

  I flicked the tip of my tongue along the crease of her thigh, teasing as I moved my way along, gobbling up her candy-covered cunt, wishing to hell those panties were edible so I never had to stop. I moved to the small X of candy I’d made atop the tiny bud of her clit. I sucked in the sugary confection, nearly groaning when the scent of her cunt met my taste buds.

  I’d pound my dick into the wooden desk in the next two minutes if I wasn't inside her before then.

  But I couldn't. She was special. I wanted to please her first. I wanted her desperate for me.

  I nibbled the last of the candy off her clit then locked my lips over the outline of the bud, warming it with my breath, then pulling on the sensitive flesh with my teeth. Her hands pushed into my hair, pulling softly as a slow wave of pleasure rolled through her body.

  “Oh God, oh my God,” she whimpered, making me want to slide a finger inside those bubblegum panties and tear them from her body. Soft moans turned to ragged gasps as I slid one thumb against the mound of her clit. Like I’d pushed a button, she shot off in a thousand shudders around me. She sounded like a goddamn angel when she came. I didn’t know that was a thing, but hell if it wasn’t true.

  “Watching you come makes me want to take you home and tie you to my bed and do this on repeat all weekend long.”

  A lazy smile spread over her lips. “That sounds amazing.”

  “Mm, well, I don’t like to make a habit of inviting strangers to stay in my home, but an exception could be made…” I slid my hands up her body, cupping her full tits as I did, licking at the flesh that pushed out of the V-neck. Sucking between her succulent cleavage then over her collarbone, I tasted the hollow of her neck, making a point of leaving a small hickey. My mark on her, just like it should be.

  Our lips connected, soft and slow, my cock nestled against her hot pussy and grinding as my head and my heart warred. I wanted to dive into her. I had a feeling if I did, I’d get lost and forget to come up for air, but I didn't want to overstep.

  “If I’m gonna make you come all weekend, I should at least know your name. What do I call you, beautiful?”

  Her eyes widened before averting to the ceiling. “Reese.” Then those coastal blue eyes connected with mine and held, one hand pulling the feather mask off her face. “Reese Hamilton.”

  And just like that, a fucking mortar burst inside my chest.

  She was gorgeous. She didn’t look anything like I remembered. Hell, my head was hazy with any memories of her beyond a passing nod when she walked through the office.

  But dammit, she was so beautiful. How the fuck had I gotten myself here?

  I groaned, suddenly feeling like her touch burned, launching off her body as though my life depended on it. Hell, it did. I’d been about to fuck my partner’s daughter. The one I’d watched grow up—from pigtails to high heels, preschool to college, I’d been there for just about all of it. “Fuck me.”

  TWO

  Reese

  I watched, breath suspended painfully in my chest when he shoved his own mask off his head, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes cut into mine like he was mad enough at me to spit darts.

  Nolan Redford.

  Oh God, how had I not recognized that chiseled jaw in the hallway? It'd been dim, my heart had been pounding out of my chest, his hands on me...

  A small sigh puffed out my lips. It wasn’t like I’d planned for this night to go down like this. Sure, I'd been lusting after Nolan Redford since I was a teenager, but what woman didn't? The only issue was...

  Ugh, that sinking fleeing in my chest returned as I thought about all the times Nolan had stopped by our house growing up. All the family barbecues, company parties... Nolan was my father's best friend.

  “Why didn’t you tell me who you were, Reese?”

  I frowned, my mind spinning with a thousand thoughts—the first one being, You kissed me, asshole! “I was going to… And then your hands… I…” I paused, pleading with him for leniency. “I guess I got caught up.”

  His scowl turned into a full-blown frown.

  I sat up, ass cheeks pressed against his desk, my heart on the floor beneath his feet.

  “I had no right touching you like that.” He stepped closer, eyes finally softening when he saw me struggling with my dress. He grasped at the hem, pulling it as far down my thighs as it would go. “Where’s your dad?”

  “DJing the party.”

  He groaned. I burst into a low laugh. “Pretty bad, right? That’s why I escaped.”

  “To hang out by my office door?”

  “Of course not. To get away from all the middle-aged men leering awkwardly at me when I talk.”

/>   “Christ, Reese, I want to put you over my knee for wearing that dress around guys like that. If you were mine—”

  “Guys like who? You?” I interrupted him.

  His eyes narrowed, one hand adjusting his cock behind his pants. God, I still wanted him; I didn't care how mad he made me. “Yeah, guys like me.” His eyes shot up my legs, lingering at my throat before narrowing when they reached my gaze. “Thought you were off at Wellesley doing that feminist shit or something.” He leaned against the desk, body positioned just a fraction away from mine. I felt the virile male heat coming off him. The scent of expensive cologne and smoke hung in the air of his office. I spotted the box of cigars he’d been keeping on his desk my entire life.

  “You thought I went to an all-girls’ school?” I cocked an eyebrow at him.

  “One of those overpriced Ivy League schools. I’ve listened to your dad complain about the bill enough times.”

  It’s not like Nolan would know anything about my life now. We'd never seen much of each other beyond a cheesy Christmas party or Fourth of July barbecue. Once in a while when I visited Dad at work, I bumped into Nolan. But he’d never said more than a few words to me at any given time.

  Though that didn’t mean I hadn’t crushed on him.

  I’d fingered myself to Nolan's striking profile, the five-o'clock shadow that perpetually lined his jaw, the tight ass that was a testament to just how many squats the man must do every day. I’d been thinking about seeing this man naked for the entirety of my adult life. So, had I come to the party to see him?

  Sort of.

  But I’d also come because it’d been a long time since I’d spent time with my dad. And since all of his time seemed to be spent at the office these days, I’d given Mom the night off and played the part of Dad’s date tonight.

  “So…” I swung my legs back and forth on the desk, suddenly feeling every single one of my twenty-two years. “I’m thinking the all-weekend orgasm marathon isn’t happening, then.” I didn’t dare chance a glance his way, my cheeks already flaming with the bold implication of my words.