Page 131 of Power Play Rivals

I press my naked body against his back, kissing his neck and shoulder.

“That looks like it hurts,” I coo instead of obeying his demand. “Can I do anything about it?”

“Fuck,” he groans like he can imagine every little thing that I could do to make the ache go away.

I wrap my arms around his midriff and look over his shoulder, watching how his misery matches my own.

All this time, I thought I was the only one hurting. But it’s blatantly apparent that Trent is suffering just as much as I am. Somehow, that knowledge softens me in a way that I never expected it to.

Another loud groan leaves him when I press another wet kiss on his back. Knowing exactly what will push him over the edge, I thread my fingers in his hair and pull his face to the side so he can look at me. His slanted eyes scan my face before falling on my lips as if desperate just to have a little taste of me.

Just a little.

I don’t wait for him to push me away and press my lips on his, kissing him with all my might. I pour everything I have into this one kiss.

Every stolen glance. Every lingering look.

Every time I wanted to stay locked in his embrace for a little longer.

Every time I wished his lips would linger just a few more seconds on mine.

It’s all there.

My need.

My want.

My desire.

And my…

Trent comes with a kiss, and I don’t know why, but it’s the most fucking exhilarating feeling I’ve ever experienced. It feels as though I have a certain power over him, yet instead of basking in its euphoric glow, I am overwhelmed by a profound sense of humility.

This man—this beast of a man who makes others tremble in his very presence—has a weakness.

A vulnerability that only I’m privy to.

And that weakness is me.

Worse still is that I’m beginning to realize that perhaps I’m not as immune to him as I thought I was.

That maybe… just maybe… Trent is my weakness, too.

Chapter 23

Piper

“Hi, Brigitte. Is he in?” I ask Trent’s secretary when I arrive at his office for our lunch date.

“I’m afraid he’s in a meeting with Rex upstairs at the moment,” she explains, all smiles.

“Oh,” I mumble and glance at my watch, verifying it’s already a quarter to one.

With me running late and Trent’s impromptu meeting with his boss, it will be a miracle if we make our reservation at Étoile d’Or.

“But you can wait inside his office if you want. I know he’s expecting you,” Brigitte adds, and I don’t miss the little sparkle in her eyes that says she knows her boss and I are fucking.

If only that were true, though.

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