Singapore Fling

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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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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“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.