by ANDREA SMITH
There were marble columns on each side of the wide marble steps that led up to the sunken tub. It was exquisite.
Wall sconces adorned the walls for soft, romantic lighting.
“Where’s the kitchen,” I finally asked.
“It is off the dining room to your left as we came in. Are you hungry?”
“Maybe later,” I said. “What I would really love is a bubble bath.”
“You go right ahead,” he replied. “You will find everything you need in the bathroom.”
He put my suitcase on the bed.
“I will call down and have the doorman send someone up to get your key so they can empty out your SUV and bring it up here.”
I got clean underwear some silk pajamas out of my suitcase. I fell in love immediately with Trey’s bathroom. There was a Bose surround sound system installed just like the one in his suite at the manor. The remote control was on his vanity.
I pulled up the play list from his I-Pod, impressed with his choices. He was a man of particular tastes, I could see. I was glad that I enjoyed a lot of those same tastes. I selected Coldplay’s Viva la Vida album and hit play.
An hour and a half later I emerged from my bath, totally clean and totally relaxed. I padded down Trey’s massive hallway in my silk jammies searching him out.
He was in the study with the door open on his Blackberry. I lingered at the doorway; he looked up and nodded for me to come in. The floor in his study was hardwood. There was an impressive mahogany desk; behind it Trey was sitting in one of my favorite kind of swivel desk chairs.
“Yes, I appreciate your getting back with me on a weekend, counselor. This is good news.”
He rolled his chair back from the desk invitingly. I curled up in his lap as he finished up with his phone conversation.
He tossed his Blackberry on top of his desk, putting both arms around me, nuzzling his face into my damp hair. My hormones freshly rejuvenated from a leisurely bubble bath sat up and took notice.
His lips kissed my neck; I shivered with pleasure.
“Are you cold, baby?” Trey asked, pulling me closer still.
“That wasn’t a cold shiver, it was the other kind.”
“It was, huh?”
He chuckled smacking my backside playfully, rising up and out of his chair still holding me in his arms.
“Let’s get something to eat first, shall we?” I nodded and he set me down gently.
“Who was that on the phone?” I asked, following behind him.
“Oh, yeah – that was the assistant C.A. from Washington County. Everything is good to go on the plea agreement. No trial.”
I was greatly relieved at that. I never wanted to lay eyes on Charlie Roberts again.
The kitchen was as impressive as the rest of Trey’s apartment. The floor was dark ceramic tile, the cupboards light blond wood, the countertops granite. All the appliances were stainless steel. There was a breakfast bar island in the center, with a bar sink.
“Have a seat, Ms. Preston. I’ll let you know what today’s specials are as soon as I figure that out,” he said, giving me a dimpled grin.
Despite his humor, I could tell Trey was tired. He had packed up everything, loaded the SUV which was stuffed top to bottom and driven the whole way while I slept during a good portion of it.
“Trey, I would settle for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich if you have it.”
“Seriously?” he asked, “That sounds good to me as well.”
We sat at the breakfast bar, eating our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and talking about what we needed to accomplish the following day. Trey had already called the HR director at the firm while I was in my bath. I was good to go on Monday. I was excited.
“What will my job responsibilities be?”
“I’ve no idea. I left that in the hands of my competent HR director. Her name is Janice Landrick by the way. She is expecting you at 9 a.m. sharp.”
“Will we be riding to work together Trey?"
“Tylar I generally leave for the gym at 6:30 a.m., then shower and dress there. It’s located in the same building as our firm.”
“Oh, I see,” I replied.
I was getting a little curious as to how much Trey had shared with his HR Director. I guessed that now was as good of time as any to find out.
“How exactly did you explain our relationship to Janice?”
“I didn’t,” he replied, stuffing the last quarter of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich into his mouth, chewing carefully. He licked some jelly off of his long, lean fingers. (Buying some time I see, Counselor.)
I continued to look at him expectantly.
“Tylar,” he began in his serious lawyer-tone, “Our relationship does not exist when we are at the firm. You wanted employment and now you have it. I need you to understand that our relationship will not entitle you to special treatment at work.”
He was now looking at me expectantly, his eyes searching mine for some kind of confirmation.
“Ipso facto, counselor,” I replied, licking peanut butter seductively off of my fingers now.
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Trey was in the shower. I was curled up in his massive bed now, buried under blankets and his down comforter, and pillows. There were at least ten pillows on Trey’s bed. I wondered exactly what Trey had told his HR director our connection was. I would get it out of him before Monday morning.
I wondered if I was supposed to call him ‘Mr. Sinclair’. I was curious as to whether I would be working even close to where his office was located. His firm had over one hundred fifty employee’s total. The office was huge; I remembered that from my previous visit.
I had phoned Gina earlier to let her know that I was in town. I gave her Trey's address and she made some snide comment to the effect that his doorman probably wouldn’t let riff raff like her past the entrance. She and Ian were going to stop by tomorrow afternoon. I let Trey know; his only reaction was an eye roll.
I heard the shower shut off. Perhaps now that he had taken a nice, warm shower he would feel refreshed enough to answer some of my questions yet tonight.
Trey emerged several minutes later, his hair towel dried damp, naked except for his draw string pajama pants that were slung low on his hips. I could see his treasure trail which was so fucking sexy. He flipped a switch on his Bose system and some classical instrumental music flowed through the room. I wasn’t a fan of classic instrumental but it did set a romantic mood.
Trey turned off the lights with the exception of a couple of the amber wall sconces. He climbed into bed with me, snuggling under the covers. My head was perched on my elbow watching him get comfortable. He turned towards me, catching my gaze.
“What?” he asked, eyeing me warily.
“Nothing,” I said, hesitating not sure if I would kill the mood if I brought the matter up again. What the hell.
“I just wondered how exactly you explained my connection to you and needing a job at your firm to Janice, that’s all.”
Trey sighed, a hint of impatience in his voice, “I merely said that you interned for the family business this past summer; that you were in need of a job and asked her if there was anything open at the firm. She said there was and you start Monday, period.”
“Well, I mean how does she know if I’m qualified to do whatever this job entails?”
“Trust me, Tylar; it’s going to be some gopher type position. You will do fine.”
(Hell no he did not just say that!)
Trey realized the folly of his response immediately after the words were out of his mouth. His expression was one of instant regret; it was too late. I narrowed my eyes at him giving him an evil stare briefly before turning away from him and pulling the covers up under my chin tightly.
“Tylar,” his voice was apologetic. “I didn’t mean it the way it sounded; I’m sorry.”
He had scooted over so that his body was just inches from mine. His hand brushed against my covered up shou
lder, rubbing it soothingly. I raised an arm out from underneath the covers, patting his arm consolingly a couple of times.
“That’s okay, Trey,” I replied not looking at him. “Apology accepted.”
I returned my arm back underneath the covers and made no further attempt to acknowledge him. I could feel his eyes boring into my back. After a few moments, he sighed heavily and turned over so that we were back to back. I drifted off to sleep.
I was dreaming I was back at the stable, brushing Derringer’s shiny black coat. Somewhere in the background, the sound of country music was playing on the radio. The sun was shining in through the windows. It looked like a gorgeous day for a ride.
I bridled Derringer, and led him out of his stall, wrapping his reins around the post outside. I went to the tack room to get his English saddle down. As I turned from the shelf to walk back out my path was blocked by Charlie.
I screamed, dropping the saddle onto the concrete floor. I backed up realizing that there was nowhere for me to run; I was pinned in the aisle way.
Charlie was advancing towards me, his eyes flickering over me from top to bottom. His tongue darted out, licking his lower lip, his hands rubbed together like a starving man sitting down to his first meal in a week. He was pressing me back further and further into the dark aisle until I felt the cinderblock wall of the stable touching my back. He lunged at me with his arms, his mouth opening as if to devour me.
“No!” I screamed. “Don’t touch me! Let me go, stop. . . . stop!”
He was shaking me now, pulling me up to him. I fought back with my arms flailing around me.
“No, don’t!”
“Tylar, Tylar, wake-up. You’re having a nightmare, baby, wake up.”
It was Trey’s voice now that I heard. Trey’s hands were shaking me gently. My eyes opened, blinking to adjust themselves to the darkened room. Trey flipped a bedside lamp on. I could see him now. Thank God I was safe. He was kneeling on the bed beside me, frowning down at me.
“Are you alright?” he asked gently.
“Yeah, I’m alright now. Charlie was ready to attack me in the stable,” I said, my voice trembling a bit.
He lay down beside me, facing me. His hand gently pushed my hair back off of my forehead.
“It was just a bad dream, baby,” he soothed. “You are safe here with me. Charlie will never get near you again, I promise, okay?”
I nodded, launching myself against him.
He kissed my head, framing my face with his strong, gentle hands. He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and then moved his full, sensual lips to my mouth, planting soft, sweet kisses there.
“I love you,” his lips whispered huskily against mine.
“I love you,” I replied, almost feeling shy with him.
I wrapped my arms around his strong neck, pulling him closer, breathing in his scent. I loved his scent. My hands moved behind his head, letting my fingers tangle in his burnished brown hair.
His lips traveled downward, nuzzling and kissing a trail from my neck to my silk pajama top. His fingers undid the buttons, opening my top and helping me out of it. His hands covered my breasts, massaging and cupping them while he moved his mouth down to join them.
I gasped as his mouth found a breast and suckled it, pulling and tugging at my nipple gently with his teeth.
His mouth moved to the other breast, sucking and teasing the nipple with his tongue and teeth. I moaned with pleasure. My sex was wet in anticipation of him. My hips were already arching as his fingers pulled the silk pajama bottoms down, taking my lace panties with it. Trey removed them and tossed them aside. He spread my legs with his knee, climbing between my legs. His arms were beneath my backside, raising my hips up so that his mouth and tongue could explore my sex thoroughly.
My hands reached out to find his manhood. I tugged at the drawstring of his pants, releasing his erect penis. His hand pushed his pants down, and he raised himself up, pulling them down, and kicking free of them. My hand had full possession of his manhood, stroking it firmly up and down. I positioned both of my hands behind his firm ass, pulling him closer to my mouth.
His strong legs straddled each side of me now as he moved his position up so that his thighs were on either side of my shoulders.
I pulled his erect penis into my mouth, riding up and down on it, swirling the head and length of it with my tongue. My fingers put gentle pressure on his perineum, massaging the area in circular motions. He moaned; I had found his “P” spot.
His hips flexed back and forth thrusting his penis deeper into my mouth. His eyes were closed, his head had fallen back with the pure pleasure he was experiencing. He was at the edge, I knew. I would happily suck him to orgasm; I loved the taste of Trey. He had other plans it seemed. He withdrew himself from my mouth.
He flipped over on his back, lifting and positioning me over his erection. Gently he lowered me onto his rigid manhood. I heard his sharp intake of breath as he filled me; my sex squeezed and pulled at him.
My hips flexed as I rose up and down on his shaft, then circled and squeezed in sequence. I leaned forward, tipping my backside up to get full penetration on the down swing each time.
“Mmmm,” I moaned softly each time the head of his penis rubbed my sweet spot.
Trey’s hands were massaging my breasts. My hair flowed down, brushing against his chest as I rocked back and forth, back and forth, around and around. His eyes were burning with passion as he watched me position myself and strike rhythms that were pure pleasure. I was making no secret of my pleasure either.
“Mmmm, you feel so good, Trey,” I whispered against his ear as I bent down to him, kissing his neck, his face his lips, my hips continuing their circular flexing as my climax was building to a crescendo.
“I love the way you fuck me when you’re on top, Tylar,” Trey said, his voice husky.
He groaned, his breathing ragged. He was close as well.
“Tell me what Trey wants,” I inquired softly, my tongue circling the inside of his ear.
“Umm… baby, you are giving me exactly what I want.”
He squeezed his eyes shut as I continued the same rhythmic movements, grinding against him and bringing him to the edge of orgasm.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it, keep going, oh fuck, yeah that’s it, come on,” he coaxed then groaning long and loudly as he spiraled into blissful release.
My clitoris was rubbing against his lower groin, building to release at the same time my sweet spot was unraveling into pure pleasurable spasms.
I cried out again and again as my climax washed over me, shuddering as Trey and I both came together. I buried my face in his neck as my breathing slowed. His one arm was crooked behind his head; his free hand was gently rubbing my backside.
I sat up; he was still inside of me. I gently climbed off of him, leaving his belly and the area south of it soaked. I curled up next to him, my head up on an elbow.
“That was pretty amazing, Mr. Sinclair,” I commented.
He raised an eyebrow, taking a finger and brushing a lock of my hair off of my cheek.
“It was at that, Ms. Preston,” he replied, smiling. “I rather like it when you take charge.”
“You do?”
“Of course; just as long as you only do it when I let you,” he clarified, giving me his wicked grin.
“Now I get why that Jack Rabbit Wallbanger has a suction cup at the bottom,” I teased.
Trey gave me a sidelong glance, pinching my nipple.
“Ouch,” I said, though it really hadn’t hurt much.
“If you have need of the rabbit,” he said, “I had better be invited to watch.”
“That might be arranged,” I responded huskily, kissing his gorgeous face and neck.
I hadn’t looked to see what else Gina had purchased at the Sextique Shop. I was pretty certain that she had bought more than one item. I would look into that when Trey wasn’t around since he clearly acted as if it was a reflection upon his stamina or sexpertis
e which clearly it was not.
We talked for awhile, stopping only when I felt the distinct fluttering in my womb. Trey knew by my facial expressions now when that happened. He placed his hand down there to feel for himself, his eyes brightening when he felt movement. He lowered his head to where my rounded tummy was developing. He kissed all around there.
“I love you already,” he whispered to my belly, running his hand over it gently.
I was filled with raw emotion watching him do this. It was perhaps the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed Trey doing. It brought tears to my eyes.
“Hey you,” he said softly, moving his face back up to mine, “I love you best.”
He kissed my lips leisurely, tenderly, drawing me closer to him. He wiped a tear from my cheek with the back of his thumb.
“It’s not that,” I replied, “I’m just really, really happy that you love our baby already. I knew that I did; I just thought maybe it was different for the father.”
“I certainly can’t speak for all fathers, but I know how this one feels,” he said. “And this one loves our little Preston or Treyla.”
My tears turned to laughter when he said that.
“I’m serious,” he said.
“I know. I’m laughing because I know you hate the name ‘Treyla.”
“Baby, you can name her Brunhilda and I will still love her, okay?”
“Okay,” I replied, kissing his lips.
“Trey?” I asked quietly a few moments later.
“Hmm?”
He was getting ready to doze off, I could tell.
“I wonder what little Preston or Treyla thinks about the racket we make, when we, you know, have sex.” I finished in a whisper.
“Hey you are way louder than I am,” he replied, chuckling. “You’ve probably got some explaining to do young lady.”
“Good-night, Trey,” I said.
“Good-night, baby,” he answered.
Trey and I slept curled around each other all night.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR