Page 22 of Easy Come

"Nice place," I quipped.

Trey's hazel eyes had been dark and lustful for the entire ride up to the top floor. Now they looked positively predatory. And it thrilled the hell out of me. His dark lashes dropped as he surveyed my outfit.

"Nice dress." He gripped the pleated skirt. "Let's see how easily it comes off."

"Oh, I suppose we could do that." I lifted my arms without even a moment of resistance. My resolve to tell him off had begun to crumble the second I saw him on the dance floor, looking like a man possessed, with his breathtaking physique wrapped in a perfectly cut suit and his clean shaven jaw set with steely determination. I'd worked up courage enough to give him a piece of my mind as he dragged me through the ballroom and hotel lobby, but the second the doors on the elevator shut and the kiss seemed inevitable, I knew my original plan to tell him off had been obliterated.

He swept my dress up and off with hardly stirring a strand of my hair. I was thankful that I'd pulled on my nicest black lace bra and panties to go with the dress.

I stared at the dress he tossed on the back of the couch. "You, sir, have done that before. You are quite skilled."

"It's one of my superpowers." He yanked off his coat and dropped it on the ground. I'd forgotten how hot he looked in a dress shirt. His arm circled around my back and he pulled me into his arms. "Should I show you some others?"

My throat went dry as it occurred to me that this was happening. I was going to have sex with Trey Armstrong. Shit. What if it turned out to be peanut butter sandwiches? Impossible. The man had only looked at me and my panties were already clinging to me with moisture. I swallowed away the dryness. "I would like to see the whole catalog, if possible."

"Considering how many times I've gone through this in my mind, I don't think that will be a problem."

"You've gone through this in your mind?"

"Many times." His mouth pressed hard against mine, and before I realized it, my bra slid down my arms and off my hands. I went to kick off my high heels, the one piece of my party attire I was more than eager to take off, but Trey pulled his mouth from mine long enough to mutter a command.

"Leave them on." The second the words left his mouth, I felt my panties drop to my ankles. Apparently, stealthy moves that undressed women without their realizing it was one of his powers. The other one had to do with his kisses, kisses that I was feeling straight through my entire body.

Trey's arm smoothed up my back. He gripped my hair in his hand, tugging it back just enough to lift my face higher. His tongue flicked over my bottom lip before slipping inside. A deep groan rattled his chest as he swept me up into his arms. I took the opportunity to kick my panties free from my ankles. Trey carried me down a short hallway to a beautiful bedroom with a massive bed that was covered with satiny linens.

He hesitated and I worried he was having second thoughts. I lifted my head from his shoulder. "What's wrong?" I asked with some trepidation that he would drop me back to my feet and call the whole thing off.

Trey shook his head. "I want you so fucking badly, I can't even decide where to start."

I smiled and ran my fingers over his chin. "Just start with your favoritego tomove, and we'll see where it leads."

"Right." He dropped me rather abruptly in the center of the bed. Again, I reached to remove the shoes, but he grabbed both my ankles and slid my bottom toward the edge of the bed. The satin sheen on the sheets made me nearly slip over the side.

"Thought I told you to keep those on."

"My mom used to scold me when I put my shoes on the bed. Old habits, I guess."

Trey propped my heels up on the bed so that my knees were up. He set my feet wide enough apart that my pussy was in full view, and rather than follow my instinct to drop my knees together and shield that view, I found myself dropping my knees farther apart.

"You really do have powers," I said, my voice much grittier sounding than before. "I find myself doing things that I never would have done in front of other men."

His demeanor had darkened, and the set of his jaw was serious and sharp. "You mean like spreading your knees, so I can see that beautiful pussy?" He ran his hands along my inner thighs and pushed my legs even wider as his fingers neared my pussy. His eyes stayed focused on my face for a moment longer, then his lashes dropped and he gazed down at my most intimate parts. I sucked in a breath as his finger dragged through the moisture pooling between the folds of my pussy. Then he lifted that same finger and tasted it. The erotic gesture caused gooseflesh to rise on my whole body. I badly wanted him to taste more of me. I dropped my knees wider, in invitation.

"That's it, baby." He lifted his hand to unbutton his shirt. He went to push the shirt off his shoulders.

I leaned back on my elbows. "Stop. Leave it on." I lifted one high heel toward his cuffs. "Unbutton those and roll them back to expose your forearms."

He curved his brow in question.

"Hey, we've all got our fantasy thing." I lifted my leg again to point out the shoes he made me keep on. "You've got your high heels. I want my rolled up shirt sleeves." I blinked up at him. "Shit, that sounded sexier in my head."

He grinned down at me as he rolled up his sleeves, as if he was about to get to work. He was, it seemed. He knelt down next to the bed and began with a trail of kisses along my inner thigh.

His hands slid beneath my ass, and he lifted me to his mouth and probing tongue. I gripped the bed covers and dropped my knees wider as he stroked the entire intimate length of my pussy with his tongue. His finger slipped inside of me, then two, as his tongue continued to stroke my clitoris. Oral sex had always been hit or miss with me, and I'd blamed myself. But, it seemed, it was the partner that made it a success. And this particular partner knew me as if he'd been between my thighs a million times. He knew exactly the right pressure and the places to touch that made me nearly slide off the satiny bed.

As my body reached that point of no return, where it felt as if someone was just about to pop the cork on a shaken bottle of champagne, I rocked against the rhythm of his mouth. Each time his fingers, now at least three, impaled me.

"Trey," I moaned, "holy shit, Trey."

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