Page 12 of Easy Come

I lifted my gaze to her face. "Georgie, lift the shirt," I said firmly.

She paused but only for a second. From her unfocused gaze, it seemed she was responding fully to my little game. The hem of the shirt inched up, exposing a lavender pair of panties, panties that I would never have expected under the funeral dress. The itsy bitsy lacy panties caught me off guard. I swallowed hard and reminded myself that none of this was for me. As badly as I wanted to rip the frail panties right off of her and press my mouth against her pussy, she wasn't here for me.

I blew warm air against the skin above her panty line and another frisson passed through her body. Even though I wasn't touching her, I could feel the tremble all the way through my own body. My cock pushed urgently at my fly, begging to be freed.

"If I were going to touch you, Georgie," I continued in a low voice. "I'd slip that tiny lace crotch aside and push my tongue through the folds of your pussy, tasting every inch of you, drinking in the moisture. I'd lathe my thumb over your clit until I drove you straight over the edge. Driving you wild until you came against my mouth." My dirty words and the nearness of my mouth to her pussy caused her to sway a bit, but I kept my hands away. I knew if I reached up and took hold of her, every bet would be off and this whole plan would unravel.

I pushed to my feet. Georgie's lush lashes had grown heavy over her eyes. Her head looked heavy on her slender neck, and she looked as if she might just melt into a puddle at my feet.

I lowered my mouth close to her ear. "Walk to the bed."

She was nearly in a trance as she shuffled to the bed. I took a few second reward and watched her ass, covered only by a small triangle of lavender lace. She climbed onto the bed and crawled to the middle, seemingly forgetting that I was standing behind her watching, wanting, going out of my fucking mind. Or maybe she wasn't nearly as innocent and inexperienced as she wanted me to believe. Maybe she knew exactly what she was doing. Somehow that thought, the idea of her teasing me right back, made me smile.

I pulled my eyes from her curvy form as she stretched out in the center of my bed. I wondered how I would ever sleep in that bed again without being kept up all night with visions of fucking her, right there in the center of the mattress.

I walked over to the dresser and picked up the vibrator and the lube. I rubbed my thumb over the button and the toy came to life in my hand. The protruding clit massager bobbed back and forth as the shaft made my hand tingle with vibrations.

Georgie stared up at me, her breasts rising and falling with each quick intake of air. I poured some lubricant on the tip and placed the vibrator next to her. "This curve at the tip can reach that elusive G-spot, that magic inside button. At least that is what my female coworkers have said. I can stay in the room. In case you have any questions," I added quickly, even knowing that it was a flimsy excuse. "I'll stretch out on that couch, turned away from the bed. I won't watch . . . unless you ask me to." I knew it would be nothing short of torture, but I badly hoped she would ask.

Her eyes rounded at the suggestion.

"Some women," I stumbled over my explanation, not wanting to scare her off with my greedy offer. "For some women, they like it. They like to be watched."

Georgie didn't answer. She waited for me to walk over to the sitting area. I stretched out on the couch, faced away from the bed and waited.

Chapter Nine

Georgie

The music sounded familiar. But with the way my head was spinning, I couldn't remember the name of the song or the band. The lighting in the room had a warm, romantic glow, and I thought, what a perfect bedroom. And what a perfect man. Experience had obviously given him great skills. He'd only just met me, yet he knew exactly what to say. He brought me to the height of arousal with just his words and his breath. All I could think was—damn it, take me in your arms and finish the job. But he was a man of his word. He'd promised me from the start that he wouldn't touch me and he kept that promise. Unfortunately. Of course, it was entirely possible that he had no real desire to touch me.

I needed to push that disappointing notion out of my head. I was there, after all, to find a provocative angle on a story for the magazine. The sexual awakening of Georgie Dempsey, I thought wryly. I hadn't even known I needed awakening until I stood in Trey Armstrong's bedroom. Even though Trey never touched or kissed me, it dawned on me that somewhere along the way, throughout my lackluster relationships which consisted mostly of quickies in between binge watching a science fiction or thriller series, I'd been missing out.

I looked across the room. Trey's big feet were propped up on the arm of the couch, but that was all I could see of him. Again, he stuck to his word.

I slipped my panties off and pushed them aside. It was hard to believe I was about to do something so wild, so out of character, but as a reporter, I'd always found my best stories emerged when I took chances, when I stepped out of my comfort zone. And this was way out of my comfort zone. Or at least it had been until Trey's teasing narration had aroused me to the point where I was crazy in need of being satisfied.

I picked up the vibrator. It glistened with lube just like a real erection would glisten with pre-cum.

"Georgie," Trey's deep voice trailed across the room and reignited the fire between my legs he'd started a few minutes earlier. "If you have any questions—"

"Nope," I called back too quickly. "I pretty much know where things are. Thanks."

His deep, quiet laugh followed.

I pressed the tip of the toy against my pussy and sucked in a breath, not expecting the power behind it. I closed my eyes and rubbed it along the folds. My legs dropped open as the vibrations and the lubed tip relaxed me, renewing that urgent need I felt earlier when Trey spoke dirty words to me. The handy little device coupled with my own preference for pressure and placement quickly brought the heat of blush over my skin. My pulse raced as I felt my body react to the toy. I pushed the vibrator inside and hardly had to do anything but hold it in place. It did all the work, along with the helpful little clit stimulator working its own magic. I moved the shaft inside of me just slightly and brought my legs closer together.

As I turned on my side, the vibrator brushed a hidden gem of a spot inside of me, a place I didn't know existed. It set off a wild sensation in my pussy.

My eyes drifted shut. I couldn't stop the soft mewling sound coming from my throat. I was sure Trey could hear me, but I didn't care. My body and mind had gone liquid with the exquisite feeling of the vibrator tapping the inner spot. Through the haze, I could hear Trey's voice calling to me from the couch. It should have snapped me out of my erotic fog, but I was in too deep.

I eased off on touching the G-spot, the incredible button I'd found, because I wasn't ready for the finale yet. I was enjoying the opening scene too damn much. As I hugged the vibrator between my thighs, I sensed a shadow standing over me. I gazed up at the handsome face, the intense gaze, the confident jaw.

Trey was watching me. He'd broken his promise. It should have angered me enough to stop. But it didn't. Somehow, having him watch me, took me right over the edge. My pussy and my entire body convulsed with an orgasm that seemed to roll on forever. As the waves subsided, I removed the vibrator and unfurled my body. I was physically exhausted from the intensity of it all. I stared up at Trey feeling somewhat helpless and stunned. I couldn't explain my reaction to his watching me with the vibrator except that I was feeling aroused again at the thought of it. I'd silently invited him to an intensely private moment, and I'd welcomed his intrusion. Was this me? Was this that sexually liberated side of me, the side that took pleasure from being watched? Or was it just this particular man who had awakened those latent, erotic tendencies just by being so damn appealing? It seemed I definitely had some reflections and thought provoking questions for my notebook.

"I'm sorry." His voice was low and gravelly. "You weren't answering. I thought you might need some guidance," Trey added, looking not the slightest bit ashamed or regretful that he'd stood over me and watched me climax.

He saw that I was sleepy and still a little heavy lidded from the drinks. He leaned down, and for a second, my skin pebbled with gooseflesh thinking he might take me into his arms or caress me or just touch me to assure me he had some inkling of attraction to me.

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