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  So Into You

  S.L. Carpenter

  Sahara Kelly

  It was love at first sight for Phil Cooper. One look at the coolly beautiful Casey Andrews and Phil was hooked. Since then, she’s forged a successful career and Phil has become a friend and admirer who knows her tastes in coffee and muffins.

  Is Phil content? Not really. But he’s not about to risk what he has in pursuit of something he thinks he can never have. Until opportunity hammers on the wall of his cubicle and presents him with the chance to take Casey out to dinner.

  Casey enjoys and appreciates Phil, he’s funny, reliable and attractive. But she doesn’t date much, preferring to keep her life and her solitude to herself. So she’s a little surprised to find herself accepting Phil’s offer of dinner. Must’ve been a weak moment, or perhaps it was his warm smile…

  Whatever it was, that evening opens doors between them, and they’re both stunned by the intensity of the attraction. Casey knew Phil was interested in her but she didn’t expect her body to ignite beneath his kisses.

  Passion flares between them, and the affair quickly engulfs them. Phil shows Casey in more ways than one what he means when he tells her “I’m so into you…”

  So Into You

  S.L. Carpenter

  Sahara Kelly

  Copyright Carpenter/Kelly 2012

  Cover by S.L.Carpenter for P and N Graphics, LLC

  Copyright 2012

  Acknowledgements

  This story is dedicated to our patient families, with thanks for putting up with our craziness during the writing process—and at other times as well, to be honest. It also comes with a big thank you to the readers who have supported our partnership for the last decade and who continue to buy our books. So much has changed in the world of digital publishing… sometimes it feels like we need scorecards to keep up with the evolution of our business. But the foundation has never changed, never faltered, and that solid base is you—the readers. We love to tell our stories and hope you'll continue to find them entertaining. Let us know what you think? Good or bad, your opinion matters. And it'll give us chance to thank you once again for the years gone by—and invite you to share our enthusiasm for the ones yet to come.

  Chapter One

  The sliver of light from the hallway thinned to a whisper as the hotel door closed behind Casey. She turned and bumped into Phil, a warm and solid mass of flesh that took her impact without budging.

  She lost her breath as her body hit the masculine wall but her choking gasp was smothered as his hot mouth enveloped hers. She matched his urgent heat, frantically seeking his embrace as he tugged her closer. Their tongues tangled together in a passionate kiss.

  His hands caressed her through the thin fabric of her blouse until he impatiently pulled it loose, finding bare skin and moving to cup her full breasts. She moaned with pleasure, encouraging him, telling him without words that she was into every touch, every brush of his fingers.

  He pressed against her, grinding his groin into her soft belly, simulating the sex he craved. With each passing second his cock hardened, knowing it would soon be buried deep within her.

  He took a second to catch his breath in the darkness of the anonymous room. Only a faint beam of light from between the drapes illuminated her for his appreciative gaze. Tracing the back of his hand along her cheek and neck he felt her move into his touch.

  He followed the soft path with gentle kisses and closed his eyes—a moment frozen in time. His hand shook slightly as sensations ran through him, electrifying his nerves. "You are so beautiful".

  Lungs filling with the soft perfume she wore, he knew nothing in the world could make him walk away at that moment. Lust enveloped him, hot blood pumping through his veins.

  Phil battled for his customary control. He hadn't made the mistake of losing it for a single night of unbridled desires in a long time, and he didn't want to start now if he could help it.

  Casey grasped his hand and lowered it to her breast once more, whimpering at his touch. "Don't…don't stop. I need you."

  He was rigid, painfully hard within the confines of his clothing. The emotions, and the need to feel wanted like this, were powerful aphrodisiacs. It helped that a woman this hot found him attractive, and when her hand grabbed his crotch he groaned and pressed himself into her palm.

  "Fuck, I want you so bad." Her voice was low but ripped through his soul.

  Her hand massaged his cock and his desire to take over grew more and more intense. He squeezed her ample breasts, feeling the buds erect and hard to his touch.

  "Oh yes…yes, yes yesss…" The softly trailing moan signaled her pleasure in his attention.

  She gripped his cock like a vice and he held his breath as he fought the urge to erupt right then and there within her massaging touch. He wanted to be deep inside her when this fury of sexual need was vanquished.

  Reaching down he pried her hand away. "I need to breathe."

  A soft chuckle crept from her lips as she slid down the wall, pulling her arm free from his grasp. She spread her legs apart; coming to rest low in front of him.

  Phil looked down but the darkness turned her into a shadow. Even that couldn't stop a bolt of yearning, a burn so hot he knew their gazes had to be locked on each other. She tugged on buttons to unfasten his pants, and he put both hands against the wall above her head, sighing at the deep release of pressure when they loosened.

  His underwear barely confined the hardness as it strained for freedom. Casey moved his shirt up across his taut abdomen and he felt his muscles involuntarily flex beneath her touch.

  She peeled down his underwear, freeing his cock at last. Phil's moan echoed through his body and into her hands where they rested on his bare skin.

  He could just make out the shape of Casey's head moving close to his rigid arousal. Her lips kissed the swollen head, sending shocks of pleasure up his spine.

  "Fuuuuck….." This was a fantasy come to life.

  He managed to keep his eyes open when she let her lips wrap around his thickness. She sucked softly and her murmur of pleasure vibrated through him.

  His reflex was to shove his hips forward and drive his cock down her throat, ending this agony. It had been so long he could sense that initial drop of passion seeping from his loins.

  "Mmm, somebody's really ready to go," teased Casey, making him smile. It turned into an open-mouthed gasp as she took all of him into her wet heat.

  The slurping sound filled his ears and made his knees weaken. He wanted to fuck her so badly. His mind warped into a state of unbridled carnal adventures and he could feel the saliva from her mouth dripping between his balls.

  Her hand reached around to grab his ass and she almost swallowed him whole.

  "Holy shit, oh shit…" He needed to let go, to release everything that had built up inside him after a day of flirtations and innuendoes. He'd imagined something like this, but now having her in front of him—taking all of him into her mouth—made it real.

  He clenched his jaw muscles, trying to hold back, to make this feeling last. With a soft pop she freed him, and he nearly fell to his knees.

  "I want to taste you, baby. I want to feel you come, I want to swallow you, suck you dry."

  Before he could utter a word in response, she grabbed his ass and pulled him against her, taking his cock in her mouth once more.

  She was merciless, suckling and guiding his thrusts into what was nothing less than fucking her mouth.

  Phil closed his eyes and threw his head back, losing control at last and feeling the eruption spew from his cock. Over and over, the spasms shook him to his core. His hips pushed forward, a last desperate need to fuck that incredible mouth.

  Sweat beaded across his foreh
ead. He could feel his heart thumping hard and thundering in his chest.

  Casey wiped her chin on his loose shirt, as sagged against the wall. His pants pooled around his ankles, and his cock fell flaccid over balls emptied and sore. He figured he must be quite a sight when she flicked the light on, but at that moment he honestly didn't care.

  She ran her hands through her hair and turned toward the room, casually reaching behind herself and unzipping her dress. He watched as she let it fall down her body revealing red silky lingerie, another of his weaknesses.

  "You'd better get ready 'cause there's a pussy in dire need of attention here." She glanced at him over her shoulder, a look of pure sensual mischief. "Phil! Are you listening to me?"

  "Phil! Are you listening to me or staring at my cleavage? You are such a pervert." Hands on hips, Casey glared at Phil as he sat in his cubicle.

  "Huh?" He and reality collided with a sickening thud. "Sorry. I was miles away." He couldn't get up from his chair because of the massive hard-on he'd developed during his daydream.

  He hadn't been miles away…that was a lie. Casey was on the other side of the same floor, and fantasizing about her had become a routine part of his day. Other people took coffee breaks or went outside for a smoke. Phil took fantasy breaks.

  Another couple of minutes in this one, and he would have been balls deep in the ultimate woman. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad when he heard the tap of her heels take her away from his desk.

  Sighing heavily, he turned back to his computer and risked a peek over the top, watching her talking and motioning with her hands to the other women standing with her. They shook their heads and shrugged, looking pointedly at him, then quickly in the other direction. But it made no difference. Two years of working for the same company as Casey, and he was still obsessed.

  She was the woman of his dreams, his goddess, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He'd been well and truly skewered by that damn Cupid and his little frickin' arrow. First time he'd seen her, his world had shifted three degrees to the right and he'd known—right down to his toes—that she was special. Of course he'd heard about love at first sight. He'd snorted in derision like most guys, and never given it another thought.

  Until he had met Casey.And lost his heart in the same moment.

  Obsessed didn't mean he lived like a monk, of course. Having a goddess of one's own was okay for the fantasies and the hotly pornographic shower dreams. But they were generally unobtainable. When it came to a real social life, a guy needed a flesh-and-blood date to keep him warm. So Phil dated. And generally enjoyed himself in a lighthearted way. No big commitments, no strings. Sometimes some good sex. But nothing that could honestly be classed as a "relationship".

  A few months ago he'd broken up with a woman from reception, six floors down, and she'd demonstrated the truth of his philosophy. He'd also been reminded that dating within one's working environment wasn't always the smartest move.

  Joan was attractive, perky and clearly pleased to be seeing Phil. But it didn't take him too long to realize there were no sparks. Not even a little flickering ember. So after some dating, heavy petting and a couple of oral sex sessions, he called it quits as kindly as he could.

  He had a sneaking suspicion that she was already using the "r" word in her own mind and it was time he called a halt to the whole thing. She wasn't too pleased, but hadn't thrown a cocktail at him or attempted to castrate him with a nail file, so he prepared himself to be reviled for a while in the hopes that she'd move on. He didn't really mind the evil-eyes flashing at him from some of the girls in the admin offices. He knew a box of expensive chocolates at the holidays would smooth things over.

  They probably wouldn't help Joan, of course, since she was relishing her role as the scorned woman.

  It didn't make things better when Joan's sharp eyes noticed Phil's doglike devotion to Casey. So what if he picked up an extra cup of her favorite coffee and dropped it by her cubicle every morning? He wasn't being a wuss or a stalker since they both liked coffee from the same place and he was there anyway. Why not make brownie points?

  Joan had pouted, frowned and eventually given up, but wasn't above getting in a quick dig about the men who came to see Casey, and making sure those digs were voiced within earshot of her now ex-boyfriend.

  Casey's appointments were increasing in number and more often than not with rich and powerful men. Her reputation for being a shrewd real estate agent was growing within the local business community and her business accomplishments reflected that growth.

  The entire realty development group was expanding, and although some of the other agents whispered that Casey had slept her way to some of those sweet deals, most people dismissed that rumor as sour grapes. Phil knew she was very good at what she did and willing to work damned hard to earn her success. That happened on one's feet, not one's back.

  But wanting someone as bad as he wanted Casey was both a curse and a blessing. He was convinced she was out of his league. Powerful, sexy, and mysterious, she was what every man desired but couldn't touch.

  She had shiny brown hair cut neatly to just below her shoulders. Perfectly dressed, perfectly businesslike, a perfectly fuckable filet mignon that would melt in a guy's mouth if he ever got that close to her. Occasionally Phil wondered if she knew exactly how deep his attraction went. Those were the times when he had a strong suspicion she was playing him with all the skill of a first violinist on a Stradivarius.

  But when he took a realistic look at his own credentials, he realized she had every right to play him like an out-of-tune ukulele if she wanted to.

  After graduating from college, Phil had landed a job at Redstone Realty Development in their research department and had hit his ceiling shortly thereafter, getting stuck behind the "Old Guard" for the consequent five years. He was still waiting for one of the senior guys to quit or retire, whichever came first.

  Being the prototypical average guy—barely over six feet tall, and good looking if not drop-dead handsome—he attracted a certain amount of attention from the ladies. His hard-to-manage hair brushed his collar and for some reason that often drew eager feminine fingers. Women paid attention to him but he always seemed to end up as the good friend type, never the bad-boy-fuck-buddy.

  To his surprise, one of his dates finally told him after a few weeks that she thought he might be gay because he was so nice, never aggressive and always did what he was asked. This statement was greeted with incredulity, since Phil dreaded the appearance of coming on too strong. He'd been raised to be respectful, which women seemed to appreciate. Nothing wrong with that, was there?

  Overly aggressive men might get themselves a woman but that wasn't the sort of relationship Phil wanted. So he kept his secrets, smiled his cheerful smile and knew if he ever acted on the thoughts and desires in his mind, his dates would run a mile.

  For sure none of 'em would ask for decorating advice or what shoes went with which dress.

  What he really wanted was to have the reputation of being the man who knew how to treat a woman in bed. To be the man Casey desired and remembered. He admitted to himself this was how he wanted her, and always had.

  But she was in a category all her own.

  Refusing to be deterred by the cool and professional public persona she displayed, Phil patiently worked alongside her, joked and teased her and generally did all the things a man obsessed wouldn't do. He was as nice as he knew how to be and it wasn't from any underlying urge to get her to fall in love with him, although that would have been mega-wonderful.

  No, he figured that if he couldn't have her as his woman, then he'd enjoy the next best thing—her friendship. And try to be content with that for a while until something came along to change the situation.

  His patience paid off. Before too long, his attention to her began to show him glimpses of more than just her public facade. There was something beneath, something that he guessed most men missed.

  Casey Andrews was, und
er her sleek exterior and acute brain, vulnerable. He'd seen it flicker in her eyes and recognized the expression from his own reflection. Knowing that fact made him feel good, and some days it was the only glimmer of hope he had to hang on to.

  His phone buzzed, startling him, and he realized he had an incoming text.

  "U r a fuckin loser" was all it said, and he turned to see Dave Baker grinning in one of the cubicles near his.

  Finally able to get up and not knock things over with his hard-on, Phil walked over. "Loser huh? At least I'm not the one jacking off every night to visions of Angelina Jolie dressed like Tomb Raider."

  Dave flipped him a finger. "No talking shit about Angelina. One day she will be mine. Oh yes, she will."

  "You keep thinking that." Phil laughed as he riffled through a file he picked up from the desk. "Hey. I was supposed to get this yesterday."

  "I'm not the only one pining away for someone out of reach. Casey treats you like shit and you still just sit there drooling at her 'cause she has that perfect heart shaped ass." Dave paused. "It is perfect too."

  "So?" Phil gave Dave a stern glare.

  "Just sayin'. That's out of your league, bro. Look, pretty much every guy here has made a play one time or another. We've all been shot down. She's like a fridge with no defrost switch. Let's face it, she's probably a dyke."

  Phil rolled his eyes. "Oh, I get it. You think that because she hasn't given it up every week and twice on Saturdays, she must be a lesbian. Yet if she did, all the jokers here would call her a slut of the first order. And you know it."

  "Dude, you sound like, um, how do I say this…oh yeah, a pussy."

  Phil shrugged. "You are what you eat."

  Dave ignored him. "You're not only obsessed with her, you've stuck her on this high pedestal. I swear it's so you look up her skirt. So tell me. I always wondered what she wears under those tight skirts."

  "Thongs, from Victoria's Secret."

  "And how would you know that, Phil?"