Page 23 of Easy Come

His hands still had a firm hold on my ass, and he spread my cheeks apart as he pushed my pussy firmly against his mouth. My wide spread knees closed around his head, and I held him there, captive between my thighs as I came hard against his mouth. His tongue didn't stop its sensual dance along my clit. Each caress made my entire body convulse with pleasure.

A growl rolled up from his throat. He pushed to his feet, his lids heavy with lust. He pushed the shirt from his shoulders. His naked chest seemed to revive the stirrings he'd left behind with his mouth and fingers. He unbuttoned his fly. I watched eagerly, nearly biting a hole through my lip as he pushed his pants down and off. Yep, everything about him was perfect.

"I don't want to kill the mood, but do you have a condom?"

Even his ass was gorgeous as he walked to the dresser and pulled a handful of condoms out of his overnight bag. He carried the fistful of condoms to the bed and dropped them on the nightstand.

"Wow, yes. I guess the answer is yes. I like a man who comes prepared." My eyes flicked sideways to the shiny packages piled on the nightstand. "That's a lot of them."

"Yeah? I was just wondering if I brought enough." He towered over the bed. I watched with eager anticipation as he rolled the condom on, stretching it to capacity.

I scooted back as he knelt on the bed and stood over me on his hands and knees. "Georgie, I've been waiting to have you naked in my arms since the first second I laid eyes on you. Spend the night with me and you'll have enough, not just for an article, but for a whole damn book." He leaned down and kissed me lightly, ending the intimacy with a light bite on my bottom lip.

"See, I knew that lip was bitable. This time, I just need to be inside of you. We can get creative later because we've got all damn night." He took hold of my hands, lifted them up by my head and held them firmly against the mattress. He settled between my thighs, gazing down at me as if he could read every emotion on my face.

His mouth covered mine and a deep moan vibrated my throat as Trey pushed inside of me. He started long slow movements, impaling his cock into me in deep sweeping movements. With each thrust, his arcing movement jammed his cock tighter, touching every sensitive place, including the magic G-spot that I’d had no idea existed until the wonderful toy pointed it out to me. But Trey wasn't just any man, he was a man who made a business out of pleasure, and he was giving that pleasure to me good.

He held my hands firmly against the bed, even though I struggled some to touch him, to feel his muscular shoulders as he braced his body over mine. But he kept control of my arms and, for that matter, my entire body. I loved every minute of it.

His hazel eyes glittered with hints of green as he gazed down at my face, watching me as he drove into me with long, fluid motions. With each delicious dive into my pussy, his cock grazed that sweet spot that made my entire body pulse with pleasure.

"You will come for me, Georgie. I won't finish until I've felt your pussy tighten around me."

His request was easy to grant. I was teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm. I lifted my bottom off the bed to meet his thrusts. "Oh, Trey, yes, fuck yes!" Drugging waves of ecstasy rippled through me as my pussy clamped around him.

"Fuck, baby," he growled. "I knew you would feel like this. I knew you'd be fucking perfect."

As sputtering, tender aches pulsated through me, Trey began moving faster, his body meeting mine, knocking the breath from me with each thrust. I threw my legs around his waist, making it easier for him to pump his cock into me. He released my hands. They tingled as I gripped his arms. He held me firmly beneath him and drove into me so hard the bed thumped against the wall.

"Fuck yes," he groaned as his arms stiffened in my grasp. His entire body was like hard steel as he came inside of me.

I reached up and wiped the bead of sweat off his forehead as his breathing slowed. He turned his face and kissed the inside of my wrist, gently. I was stunned how much I enjoyed just that simple gesture.

Trey dropped down next to me and pulled me into his arms to spoon. I stroked his magnificent forearms as they tightened around me. I had one phrase running through my head—anything after sex with this man was going to just be peanut butter sandwiches.

Chapter Twenty-One

Trey

The work weekhad stretched on impossibly long. Georgie and I had both worked hard to fit some alone time into our schedules, but I had been looking forward to a weekend with her at my house. We even both agreed to unplug from the internet and our phones for at least half of that time.

Georgie had promised to head over as soon as she was done with revisions on her story for the magazine. She was also drafting her resignation letter. She knewContemporary Lifewas no longer the magazine she'd signed on for.

The intercom beeped and I pushed the button to open the gates. I waited for her on the porch. It had only been eight days since Chase walked Georgie into my office, but I felt as if I'd known her forever. In a way, I had. She had been the woman in my imagination, the one who was my soul mate on earth. I knew she was out there and that one day I'd find her. And I had. If there was one woman worth giving up my playboy bachelor days for, it was Georgie.

She parked her car. I walked down the steps to meet her. She hadn't heard me walk up and backed into me as she was pulling a duffle bag out of the backseat. "Oh! Sorry, I'm late. I had to give Tiger's feeding, ear scratching and neck rubbing instructions to my neighbor."

"Ear scratching and neck rubbing require instructions?" I asked.

Her cheeks were pink as she straightened from the car. She pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and handed me her duffle. "You've obviously never owned a cat. There is a very thin line between an ear scratch that will earn you a purr and one that will earn you a nasty scratch on your arm. It takes a great deal of knowledge and expertise to get it right."

I lifted the bag up and down. It was heavy.

She shrugged. "My phone must have given me a hundred weather scenarios for the weekend, so I wasn't sure what clothes I would need."

I pulled her into my arms. "I'm going with none. My plans for the weekend do not include clothes. In fact, clothes will just slow us down." I took hold of her hand. "Come on. I've got a surprise."

"I'm a big fan of surprises. Is it covered in chocolate?"

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