Page 13 of Naughty & Nice

Trevor

Lying back on my bed, I replay the evening in my mind. I can’t believe I said that. Maybe I don’t like seeing their hands on you.

I’m so fucking ravenous to get laid I’m losing control. I hope like hell Addison couldn’t hear me. She’s probably too drunk to remember anything anyway. I’m sure that’s why she pulled the whole drink, lick, suck routine with my finger and that tequila shot.

But I can’t stop thinking about the way she looked when I called her on her overly flirty behavior. The anger she shot me, face flushed and hands on her hips. I’d never felt anything like it. I instantly wanted to grab her tight little body, bend her over my knee, and lift that little black skirt exposing her tight little ass for all to see. Fuck. I want to rub my hand over her. I can picture tiny black panties clinging to her pert ass. I get hard just thinking about pulling them halfway down her creamy thighs, exposing her soft skin, and spanking that ass until the hue matches the color of her rage-filled face.

I fist my rigid cock, imagining the scenario. I bet after a few good swats against her delicate backside, I’d find her pussy dripping for me. Picturing my fingers covered in her sweet juices, I can almost smell her. I wonder if she tastes as sweet as she smells.

Thoughts of her are pushing me to the edge. Tugging my dick frantically now, I picture her thighs spread below me, her wetness glistening for me, and it’s all I need to finish the job. Ropes of come hit my chest and belly, and I shudder with the release. Hell, I’ve come harder with jerking myself off to thoughts of Addison than I did actually having sex with Ashley.

I’ve never been an overly kinky sort. There’s been no draw toward rough, dominant sex in the past. I’m just a hot-blooded male with a normal appetite for a beautiful woman in my bed.

But there’s something about this sassy creature that has opened up a world of possibilities. Dangerous possibilities. Because I’m sure a relationship with this fiery woman could go all sorts of wrong.

CHAPTER11

Addy

Looking in the hotel mirror,placing some moisturizer onto my skin before heading out to the sight of the modeling shoot, I feel one corner of my mouth curl up at the memory of the other night. He does want me. I just know it.

There was a hunger in his eyes when I wrapped my mouth around his muscular finger. Hell, I have a thing for a man’s hands. Arms and hands. And Trevor Laurence has them like no other. He’s not overly beefy but firm and commanding. I may or may not have let my mind picture him with my hair wrapped around his fist as he took me from behind when I was trying to get to sleep last night.

I’ve never been into specific fetishes, but I have a healthy appetite for sex. I’m careful and don’t sleep around. But when I have needs, I don’t judge myself for going after what I want. So long as I’m discreet and don’t allow my heart to take a beating, it’s all good. No one would judge a man. I’ve lived enough of my life letting other people dispense their opinions of me. Sex is a normal part of life.

But why is it the thoughts of Trevor Laurence are so much naughtier than I’ve considered before? I like it rough. Or at least, I think I would with the right person. The short relationship I’d had with Marcus proved stereotypes could be wrong. I’d assumed he’d be one hot and heavy ride in the bedroom based on the gym-rat appearance. But he was kind of a mess—a lot of awkward fumbling, and his below-average-sized soldier frequently had a hard time saluting. Boy, nothing kills the mood quicker than a partner who can’t keep it up.

But there’s something about Trevor. There’s an electricity between us I couldn’t deny. When he stared deep into my eyes with that penetrating gaze, I felt a raw hunger in my belly. I’d never had a man affect me in this way before.

Picking up a washcloth from the countertop, I dab my face. Thoughts of this man have caused me to feel flushed. As much as I don’t enjoy modeling any longer, this is a big opportunity, and I need to look my best.

Early on, I didn’t mind modeling. It was exciting being in front of the camera, pretending to be someone else. I’d wear extravagant clothing and hobnob with people I’d only read about in tabloids. Yet, I never enjoyed the lifestyle. I’m not a big partier, but when I do, it’s because I enjoy spending time with the people I care about. I’m well aware none of those people care about me.

Modeling made me feel more and more like Mrs. Donaldson’s prized cow at the county fair. Everyone wanting to take their picture with it, holding the blue ribbon for all to see. The cow had done nothing but eat and sleep to entitle it to such praise. And most days, I felt the same. I wasn’t any better at taking pictures than anyone else. I simply had ‘the look’ a business was interested in. Hard to brag about that.

Finding Alden’s bakery opening changed so much for me. It opened a creative outlet I hadn’t realized I needed. And I was good at it. I loved having pride in my work and feeling I’d accomplished something. It was freeing to remove the shackles the dyslexia had placed on me and express myself without fear. Getting paid for it was the cherry on top.

But running a business is hard. It takes a keen sense of numbers and the ability to communicate with others effectively. Whether by email or text, I fear how others interpret my messages. Sure, I could use a prepared document saved in my computer and fill in the blanks. But Sycamore was a small town. Businesses were built through genuine interactions, not some sterile form letter.

No. For now, I’ll have to accept my happy is limited to working with Alden. I’ll put aside whatever money I can make with modeling for a rainy day. Perhaps then I can find a way to make this work. But I’m learning a lot and have a sense of purpose at Honey Bunz. At least that part of my life feels fulfilled.

If only a relationship with a man could feel as satisfying.

CHAPTER12

Addy

“Okay,I have it all planned out,” Cece says, perched on the counter, watching Alden prepare cookie dough. His muscles flex as he pushes the rolling pin, teasing us with the arm porn on display.

Looking away, I feel a little pervy thinking about Alden this way. Suddenly, I recall lifting Trevor’s hand to my mouth the other night. The bronzed skin, the chorded muscles, and the prominent masculine veins hypnotized me as I thrust his index finger into my mouth. I still can’t believe I-

“Earth to Addison,” Cece calls out.

“Oh, sorry.” I giggle.

“You’ve been doing a lot of that since Trevor Laurence came to town.”

“God, is it that obvious.”

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