"Trey," I gasped.
"It's a plug, just a training tool for some anal fun, if it interests you. Just try this for now. If you don't like it, we won't use it again." He leaned up over me and kissed the side of my neck, which immediately relaxed me.
"Remember, we're still finding out everything you like. And I know there's one thing you like best of all."
He slid through the slippery moisture coating my pussy and pushed inside of me. I could feel the pressure of the butt plug as Trey filled my pussy. The angle of the wedge made it possible for him to go deeper.
My arms remained splayed to my sides as my body hugged the velvety wedge beneath me. All the while, Trey stroked my clit and pumped into me. The intensely erotic and submissive position coupled with every intimate part of me being stimulated or filled brought me quickly to a deep, surging orgasm. I cried out, no longer able to keep control of my emotions. My body was wracked with spasms of ecstasy.
"That's it, baby. That's what I need," Trey growled against my ear. My pussy still throbbed as Trey began pushing harder into me. I felt him place his hands on the top of the wedge, next to my hips. He lifted his body off of me as he thrust his cock into me. Each blow sent a shattering wave of pleasure through me.
A deep, guttural growl rained down over me as Trey buried himself to the hilt and came. As his ragged breathing returned to normal, he stayed firmly inside of me, waiting until every sensation faded away.
He lifted off the blindfold and unfastened the restraints. Then he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed. He lowered me onto the blanket.
I reached back and pulled out the plug. The top was decorated with a shiny red heart. "Why do I get the feeling that I was just doing some product testing?"
Trey laughed and climbed onto the bed next to me. "Maybe a little, but I figured since you came up with the theme, it was your time for some input."
"The theme? You mean bottoms up?"
"Yep, the team is working on it." He took the plug from my fingers and placed it on the nightstand. "Plus, I thought you wouldn't mind stretching out the repertoire a little."
I circled my arm around his neck. "Oh, I'm all about stretching the repertoire. Especially when you're a part of it."
Chapter Twenty-Three
Trey
The Sunday morning sun blazed through the front windows as I filled the coffee pot. I heard the bedroom door. A few seconds later Georgie walked into the kitchen with my shirt pulled over her naked body. Suddenly, the blazing sun was dulled by the bright light that always seemed to dance around her. Or maybe only I saw that light.
Georgie's eyes dropped to the underwear I had pulled on after my shower. "I wholeheartedly support the idea of the boxer brief." She plucked a cup off the shelf above her.
"The coffee will take a few more minutes."
She smiled and tilted her head, still admiring the briefs. "I think a few minutes is all we'll need." Her fingers grabbed the end of the shirt she was wearing, and she inched the hem up to show me that she was still naked underneath. She returned her attention to the snug briefs, making sure her shirt lift had achieved the desired effect. It had.
"You know, you didn't even have to lift the hem," I said. "I was working up an erection strictly on the thought of your nipples rubbing against the inside of my shirt."
Georgie laughed. "Is that right?" She walked up to me and cupped my bulge in her hand. Her fingers caressed my balls through the fabric. Even that light touch made me crazy with wanting her. As she kissed my chest, her hands slipped under the waistband of my briefs and she took hold of my cock. She ran her hand up and down my shaft and danced her tongue around the hollow at the base of my throat.
Slowly, she dragged her mouth along my chest and down to my stomach. She dropped to her knees and yanked my underwear down to my ankles. I rested my hands on the counter behind me, to keep steady as her luscious mouth sucked on the tip of my cock. Her free hand cupped my balls, as she skillfully ran her lips and tongue along my erection. Her hand pumped me closer and closer to coming. I reached forward and tangled my hands in her hair, holding her head against me as she took my cock in deeper.
"Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good." I sucked in a breath and held it as she flicked her tongue around the fleshy tip again and then stopped to lick the salty liquid off her lip. "God, Georgie watching your lips cover me like that—" I groaned. "I'm going to come, Georgie."
She kept her mouth firmly over me as my seed spilled. She finished by wiping my cum from the side of her mouth with her pinky.
I pulled her to her feet. "You've been holding out on me, beautiful. I knew those lips were magical but holy shit." I pulled her against me and kissed her.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Georgie
I waved to Olivia on my way past her desk and headed down the hallway to Trey's office. Chase poked his head out of his door as I walked past. He looked at the papers I held in my hand. "Is that the article?"
"It sure is. The magazine hits the market tomorrow. I thought I'd give Trey an advanced copy."
"So, the Vee liked it?"
"She did. In fact, she offered me a raise if I stayed on, but I told her I wasn't interested."
"Good for you." Chase disappeared back into his office.
I knocked on Trey's door.
"Come in."
I poked my head inside to make sure he wasn't in a meeting or on the phone. He was sitting at his desk with those damn shirtsleeves rolled up.
"Look at you, sitting there all provocatively with bare forearms."
Trey smiled. "Yep, I've been behind the desk just like this all day, not doing any work, just waiting for you to walk in and catch me with my shirtsleeves rolled up."
I fanned my face with the article, pretending to cool the hot flush, but in reality, it didn't take much more than a tilted smile or a glance at his forearms to stir the heat. Not only had Trey helped me find my sexual self, he'd turned me into an uninhibited mad woman. I was thinking of sex day and night. It seemed the two of us couldn't be alone in a room together for longer than ten minutes before we were pulling off each other's clothes. Even now, I wondered just how strong his scientifically designed desk chair was.
I dropped the article on his desk. He picked it up and read the title and the subtitle.
"No More Peanut Butter Sandwiches. How a Notorious Playboy Stole My Heart." He peered up at me with an amused sparkle in his eyes. Damn, I loved those eyes. "I see you took a different angle."
"My sexual awakening is sprinkled throughout, but I focused a lot on the reason behind that awakening. You're the star attraction."
He dropped his gaze to the papers in his hand and didn't respond. My stomach suddenly felt as if it was filled with stones. I should have asked him if I could write about our relationship. What an idiot I was. Holy shit, what if the whole thing was one-sided, namely my side?
"I should have asked, Trey. I'm sorry."
He pushed up from his chair and walked around the desk. I kept stumbling over my excuse, feeling as embarrassed as I felt heartbroken. How the heck did I think I could have snared the heart of someone like Trey?
He walked past me with sharp deliberate steps.
"I jumped to conclusions," I blurted and wondered if I should just make a run for it and leave with a spoonful of my pride intact. My heart was already shredded, but I deserved it for being so silly.
Trey pressed the button on the blinds. They rolled down to cover his office window.
"Trey?" I asked, hating the waver in my voice. "Say something."
He locked the door. "Slip your panties off, Georgie. I've got twenty minutes before my next meeting."
I blinked at him as he walked back to me with the same determination. He stopped in front of me.
"So, you're not mad about the article?"
"Why would I be mad?"
I shrugged and decided not to say another word.
"Do you need help with those panties?"
"No, I can manage." I reached under my skirt and started shimmying out of my underwear.
He unbuttoned his pants. "Did I really steal your heart?”
His question caught me off guard, but I decided that in a situation like this, when I was standing in the middle of the man's office with my panties down around my ankles, I should just be honest. "Every bit of it."
Trey stepped toward me and took hold of my face. "Good fucking thing because you've owned mine since you first walked through that door." He kissed me long and hard.
COMING SOON
More from Tess Oliver
Loved Easy Come? Ready for more? Chase’s story is up next in Sweet Spot!
In the meantime, keep reading for a sneak peek at the first three chapters of Tess’s other super sexy novella, Sugarplum. Sugarplum is part of the Silk Stocking Inn series in which each book can be read as a standalone.
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