Page 24 of Easy Come

"No, but I could think of a few things I would like to cover in chocolate."

I ushered her through the front door.

"You are super duper horny, aren't you?" she asked.

I laughed as I led her down the hallway to my bedroom. "If super duper means I spent the morning thinking about how many places in the house I intend to fuck you, then yes. You could say I'm super duper horny." I pointed to the new piece of furniture I'd added to the room just for her.

She blinked at it through her glasses. "It looks like a giant wedge of cheese that has been covered in plush velvet." She tilted her head to the side. "Are those restraints hanging off the sides?"

"Yes. They were optional, but I thought you might like them. As I recall, you were intrigued with the chair on thePlaything Two. I decided to get you something just for fun. Unless you're not interested."

"In fun? Oh, I'm interested, buddy. But I think I need a drink first."

Chapter Twenty-Two

Georgie

Treyand I sat on the couch and snacked on cheese and crackers and sipped Pina coladas. We always found something to talk about, whether it was about work or our friends or our future dreams. At the ripe old age of twenty-eight, he had pretty much achieved his, at least everything but a family. I'd decided to leave my job at the magazine. It was no longer a good match for me. I had already sent my resume out to several highly respected newspapers, and I'd already had two call backs. I felt sure my career would be back on track soon. Which would go nicely with the rather fairytale like relationship I'd managed to end up in. I guess I could thank the wretched Meredith Vee for that slice of happiness, and I was deliriously happy.

Trey seemed to sense it. He pushed his foot against mine to stir me from my thoughts. "What's that starry eyed look about?"

I made a soft, dreamy sound that went with the starry eyes. "I was just thinking that I've never had everything in my life go right at the same time. It's kind of nice for a change."

"So, this feels right for you?"

I hadn't expected the question and wondered if I'd said too much. I looked at him.

"Y-e-s?" I said slowly, with a question in my tone.

He relaxed back. "Thank god, because I'm thinking about you night and day, and I'd feel pretty damn stupid if you weren't feelingrightabout this."

I turned to him on the couch. "You think about me night and day?"

"I sure do. I think about you with your big glasses, plucking away on your computer, that terrific brain of yours writing all manner of important things. I read through some of your articles, by the way. Great stuff."

"Thank you. I am proud of my work. Even this last piece. It might be a little different than my usual, but I think it turned out well."

"I'm dying to read it."

"Soon." I kicked off my shoes and ran my foot along his. "So, when you're thinking about me night and day, you're thinking about me working at the computer?"

"Naturally, you are stark naked while you're at the computer." He stood up and offered me his hand. "Which I think would be a perfect wardrobe choice for the next four hours."

"Four hours?" I placed my hand in his and he led me down the hallway.

"At least. It'll all be research for your article."

"Uh, as I mentioned, the article is finished."

He turned to me. His hazel eyes had that thrilling predatory look that I was growing extra fond of. That look meant I was about to be lost in a dizzying spell of multiple orgasms, and after several days of sitting at the computer, I was looking extra forward to it.

He pressed me up against the wall. "Then maybe you should start a new one." His mouth covered mine and his fingers fumbled with the hem of my shirt. He parted his mouth from mine long enough to pull the shirt off. He set about taking off my shorts. In seconds, I was standing in his hallway, sandwiched between his hard body and the wall, wearing just my bra and panties.

"Fuck, it's been too long." He grabbed my hand and popped open his door with his foot as he led me into the bedroom. I sensed that he was mad with wanting me, which only made me that much hotter.

"You up for it?" he asked, inclining his head toward the plush covered wedge.

I stared confidently up at him and pushed my panties down. "Hell yes, I'm up for it." I hadn't had one case of hiccoughs since we'd started dating, and I credited Trey with that. He'd improved my confidence and made me realize I needed to take charge of every aspect of my life.

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