Chapter Nine
Trevor stood in the bathroom entrance, a shoulder propped on the casing, watching Shelby lounge in the bathtub with her head tipped back. As he’d suggested previously, she’d lit the candles but hadn’t turned on the overhead light. Steam wafted through the room, and for a long time, he savored the sight of her relaxing, damp tendrils of her hair curled against her cheeks and neck.
As if sensing him, she turned her head toward him. “Thank you for this. It really is the ultimate luxury.”
“I’m glad to see you enjoy it. You’re the only one who has.”
She lifted her neck from the tub’s rim. “You’ve never soaked in here?”
He raised a hand. “I swear I haven’t.”
“In that case, I think you should.”
Indeed? Trevor quirked an eyebrow. “Should I?”
“Absolutely.” She twirled her index finger round and round in the water. “Now, even.”
He couldn’t be certain in the seductive darkness, but her cheeks seemed to redden. Even after everything they’d shared, she could still be shy?
“There’s room for both of us.”
“I accept your invitation.” Not needing to be asked twice, he kicked off his boat shoes and pulled off his shirt.
Shelby watched interestedly as he removed his shorts.
“You’re already half-hard, Sir.”
And her words finished him off.
With his cock leading the way, he walked toward her. “Ideas on how this will work?” Because the faucet was mounted on the wall near the middle of the tub, they could theoretically face each other, but he was interested in what she had in mind.
“I thought maybe you could fit behind me.”
So he could wrap his arms around her and play with her gorgeous body? His dick became even harder. “Excellent suggestion.”
She inched forward, and he stepped into the small space behind her. “You’ll need to move up some more.”
“How do I always forget how big your body is?”
Even though she gave him a little more room, he had to nudge her farther forward again. Water came dangerously close to splashing out onto the floor.
Once he was behind her, he drew her back into the V between his legs. “That’s better.”
“The fit is tighter than I expected.”
And much more appealing than he could have imagined. “Lean back against me.”
Shelby adjusted her position so she could rest her head on his chest, and he cradled her with the tenderness she deserved. “This was an excellent suggestion.” He breathed her in as he stroked her hair. “Did you add bath salts or something?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She sounded sleepy and content. “It’s a combination of eucalyptus and spearmint. And you may also be smelling the candles.”
“Nicer than my showers.”
She stroked her hand across his knee. “Thank you for this evening. Having my friends here was fun, and I know you went to a lot of effort to make it special. I appreciate it.”
At some point, maybe she’d realize how much he wanted to please her. For a few minutes, they breathed together, content to relax in each other’s company without needing to talk.
“Do you mind if I add a little hot water?” she asked. “I’m getting a little chilled.”
Her question surprised him. Most evenings, she headed for bed before now so she could get up early. “You’re not in a hurry?”
“I forgot to mention, I’m off work tomorrow.”
“Are you?” Nice surprise. “Does that mean you can stay up late?”
Shelby leaned forward to turn on the faucet while simultaneously draining the tub a few inches. “Actually, it does. Tonight. Tomorrow’s another story. Friday, I have a really difficult case that I’m not looking forward to.”
“That’s the one you said you had to take?”
She nodded.
“Then we’ll savor the rest of this evening and face the future when it arrives.”
Warmth swirled around them, and steam once again drifted up. “That’s better.” When she was satisfied, she twisted the taps to stop the flow, then moved the lever back into the closed position before settling back against him. “How is your cock hard again?”
“Again?” He wrapped his arms around her. “You mean still.”
She giggled.
“It’s a constant when you’re around.” This time, when he gathered her closer, he slid a hand over one of her breasts and was rewarded by her nipple pebbling for him. “Can you reach the soap?”
Since he wouldn’t let her go, she had to squirm and reach in order to grab hold of it.
He lathered the scented bar, then slid his hands over her breasts and ribs, then her belly.
“Oh Sir. What you do to me.”
As if it had a mind of his own—which he was pretty sure it did when she was around—his dick pressed against her. The slight friction was enough to make him grit his teeth. No matter how many times he had her, he wanted her again. “I’m glad you’ll be home tomorrow. I have an appointment in town, if you’re interested in joining me.”
“How am I supposed to talk to you when you’re doing this to me?”
“This?” He skimmed across her nipples, then pinched them. “Or that?”
“Yes.” She moaned. “That.”
“The meeting might interest you.”
“Anything—everything—with you intrigues me. I can’t stop thinking about you and wondering what you’re going to dream of next. It’s keeps me horny. Oh! Jesus. No. I didn’t say that.” She pressed her fingers to her mouth. “That was a thought. It wasn’t supposed to come out of my mouth!”
“Glad it did.”
“I can’t say that kind of stuff.”
“No need to be concerned about my ego, Shelby. You’re not going to make my head any bigger than it already is.” He squeezed her breasts lightly.
“It’s not that. It’s…”
He stilled his hands.
“Oh God.”
Against her ear, he spoke softly in a tone that he hoped reassured her. “You can talk to me.”
“But I can’t.”
She tried to pull away, but he held her tighter—not enough to be uncomfortable, but in a way that let her know he was serious about the conversation. When she didn’t go on, he prompted her. “I’m listening, and I’ve got all night if that’s what it takes.”
“Admitting my thoughts makes me feel vulnerable.”
Her words were a gut shot. “Because you’re afraid I’ll use them against you?”
“Trevor…”
“I’ve got you, Shelby.”
“No. I don’t think you’ll throw them back in my face.” A shuddering sigh rocked her so hard that it resonated deep inside him. “That’s not the kind of thing I want to tell any man. I might say it to my girlfriends, someone I’ve know a long time. People who won’t judge.” She paused, and even though he wanted to rush in and fill the void, fix this so she felt safe, he waited for her to go on. “Friends who won’t think I’m weak.”
“Weak? For what? Wanting me as much as I want you? Woman.” This time he growled, low and purposeful. “You are one of the strongest people I know. Bounced around as a kid. Taken advantage of by a fucking lying husband. And here you are. You own a house. Have a successful career making the world a better place. You’ve got meaningful friendships with people who are protective about you.”
“Which is why you invited Fiona and Andrew over.”
He continued to hold her, and she finally relaxed against him. What Trevor didn’t tell her was that she had a Dominant who was determined to serve up all of her dreams. “It drives me wild that you are adventurous. I want to do anything—everything—with you also.” He thumbed strands of damp hair from her neck.
“Do you mean that?”
“Yeah. I do. What you said doesn’t feed my ego—”
She scoffed. “I’m calling BS on that, Master Trevor.”
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�Okay.” Sweet, sassy, challenging Shelby Salazar twisted him in damn knots. “Fine. Maybe a little.” Now she was forcing him to be vulnerable in return. “But it’s more about trust and adventure. You want to explore our time together every bit as much as I do.”
His heart thudded, and each pulse reminded him of a ticking clock. It was already Wednesday, and he only had her until Saturday morning. And he hadn’t figured out how to get past her defenses to convince her to stay.
The fact that he wanted that shocked the fuck out of him. But there it was, and he hadn’t been more certain of anything in his life.
“Do you see that?” She pointed to one of the windows, where the moon had appeared. “Your place really is amazing. I can’t imagine noticing that in the city. I mean, obviously the moon rises every day, but my neighborhood has so many trees—magnolias, live oaks—that I never get a clear view of the sky. But out here, you can see everything.”
“It’s a little humbling.”
“How vast the universe is? And how insignificant we are in the scope of things?”
“Maybe it’s a reminder of which things really matter. Our connection to others, the good we can do.”
“I like your version better than mine.”
“About that appointment…”
“Tomorrow?”
“It’s at David’s law office.”
She sat up and shoved herself away from him so fast that water crested the tub’s edge and whooshed onto the floor in a giant wave. “What?”
He grinned, and she twisted around to face him, kneeling in front of him.
“What?” she repeated, a giant frown burrowing between her eyebrows. “Why?”
He nodded toward the soaked floor. “You created a tsunami.”
“I asked you a question.”
“So you did.”
“Waiting for an answer.”
He held back a grin, knowing she was mentally drumming her fingers. “We were working on teaching you to show patience, were we not?”
“Master Trevor.” Her eyes flashed, an enchanting combination of adorable indignation and demand.
And in seconds, everything would change. “You want to know why?” He held up a hand. “I’ll be honest. There’s only one reason. It matters to you.”
She raked back hair from her forehead.
“You were willing to put yourself on the line for him.”
“It’s about David, yes. But it’s more about what he does,” she corrected.
“Understood. And because he made a bold move as well, I’m interested in hearing more.”
Her beautiful, slight shoulders trembled. “I…I don’t know what to say.”
“He’s got thirty minutes of my time. Be warned, I’m not making any promises. I’ve just agreed to a meeting.”
“Wait.” She blinked. “This… You set this Sunday morning. You were talking to your assistant when I came out onto the balcony at the hotel.”
“Yeah.”
“But we’d only…”
Fucked? Scened?
It was so much more than that for him. They hadn’t only fucked or scened. They’d made love, and he’d awakened with her trustingly cradled in his arms. “That’s all I needed.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“There’s nothing needed.”
She blinked back tears. To see them sparkle like diamonds was worth anything to him. “Thank you.”
“I mean it when I say there are no promises.”
“There doesn’t have to be. All he wanted was the opportunity to make a presentation.”
“In this case, I decided I wanted to visit in person.” It was easy to put together a slide show and revenue figures, adding narrative that slanted the facts or hid them entirely. In situations like this, nothing substituted for walking through the hallways, seeing the offices and clientele while making a needs assessment. Buildings told stories, and he was willing to listen. Despite his warnings to her, if he could be of assistance, if David was in a place that he would accept Trevor’s guidance, he was determined to help. He approved of people giving of themselves to make the world a better place.
With far more confidence than he’d ever seen from her, Shelby moved toward him. Water splashed over the edge again, and he didn’t give a damn. Seeing her prowling like this was its own beautiful reward.
He spread his legs, and she stopped in front of him. With her gaze riveted on his, she reached for his cock and closed her hand around him.
There was a gleam in her eyes, something he’d never seen before. A woman’s hunger for her man. It aroused him.
On her knees, she leaned forward to lick the precum from his cockhead.
He groaned, and she sighed with satisfaction.
What she did to him…
Shelby licked and sucked. As he closed his eyes, he held her head to guide her movements, helping her pleasure him.
If this was the reward, he would spend his days dreaming up new ways to keep her happy.
Her movements, her soft whimpering approval, all drove his hunger. Although it would take a minute, maybe less, to spill inside her mouth, he wanted to pleasure her.
It took all of his self control to ease her away from his shaft.
“Mmm-nmm.” She shook her head as she looked up at him.
“In the bed.”
“You don’t like this?”
“Oh. I do.” Too damn much. “I want your body. All of it.”
“All?” She pressed her lips together before speaking again. “I want to give it to you.”
His cock leaped. “Shelby…”
“I know what I’m saying.” Her breaths were short and shallow.
“You don’t have to. This isn’t about David. You owe me nothing.”
“I realize that. This is something I’m ready for. I mean…”
There it was, that familiar, innocent blush.
“Not everything, everything. Right? Maybe an experiment.”
“Meaning?” He wanted her to say the words. To be brave enough to ask.
“Are you really going to make me discuss this?”
He was still holding her head. Just a bit, he tightened his grip. “Yeah.”
This time, her sigh was deeper, almost resigned. “There are parts of this whole BDSM thing that I don’t like.”
“The honesty.” He paused. “Being vulnerable.”
“Yes.”
Trevor waited. She would capitulate, even if it was from the sheer force of his will.
“So… However you would suggest.”
“Be specific, Shelby.”
Her flush deepened, and a spark flashed in her eyes. No doubt she would give him all he demanded, but she wanted him to know she didn’t like it. Still, her safe word was always a lifeline, and he admired that she didn’t reach for it.
“I’m ready to try anal.”
“Good girl.” Though her words wobbled, and the last one was almost inaudible, she had taken the first bold step.
“I don’t know what… I mean, how.” She offered a helpless sigh. “But I’m willing.”
“We’ll start with a finger. Graduate to a plug.”
Her shoulders shook, yet she didn’t object.
It took them a few minutes longer than he liked to climb from the bathtub and mop the floor.
Finally he had her dry and naked on his bed.
He placed a small bottle of lube on his nightstand before instructing her to lie on her back. “Spread your legs.”
From the air-conditioning her nipples were hard. Goose bumps chased across her arms. The ends of her hair were damp and starting to curl. She was utterly beautiful, and his. He’d never forget being her first.
“I want you to keep your legs apart.” Not that he’d give her another option. He positioned the backs of her thighs on his shoulders, making escape all but impossible.
Though she complied, her body was rigid, meaning he had work to do.
He began with gentle restraint, licking h
er slit, toying with her clit, sliding a finger inside her
As she began to relax, he increased the tempo, thrusting deeper into her, then eventually adding a second finger.
With his tongue, he laved her everywhere, moving down as far as her ass for quick seconds, then retreating the moment she went still. “Relax.” Trevor fucked her with his hand, faster and faster until she thrust her pussy against him in age-old demand.
“Oh Sir!”
He kept up his own pace, filling her, retreating, licking.
As unobtrusively as he could, he grabbed the lube with his free hand and squeezed a dollop on her, drenching her.
Then he entered her with a third finger, and she screamed. “Trevor!”
“You can orgasm.”
That exact moment, she gave herself over. Shelby grabbed the bedcovers and lifted her pelvis from the mattress.
As she thrust herself against him, he circled her tiniest opening. She froze, but he relentlessly drove her, licking her cunt harder, making her forget what he was doing.
As he thrust in and out of her pussy, he inserted a fingertip inside her anus and pulled back before she could protest. “Come for me, Shelby.” He rolled his shoulders forward, spreading her wider. “Give it to me.”
She closed her eyes and arched her back in surrender, and he continued to tongue her pussy as he slipped an entire finger inside her rear.
“Oh!” She cried out his name, then whispered it again and again, as her internal muscles clamped down on him and she climaxed all over his face.
After a final shudder, she collapsed.
With deliberate and slow motions, he withdrew his finger from her; then he kissed her belly before going into the bathroom to wash up. He returned to her with a damp washcloth and soothed her private parts before joining her in the bed and pulling her against him. “You survived your first anal experience.”
“It was…”
He waited.
Even though her words were muffled by his chest, her word choice rocked him. “Amazing.”
“Amazing?”
“Astounding.”
Even better.
“I had no idea I’d like it so much.” She lifted herself a couple of inches off his body. Her eyes were smoky with desire.
“Yeah? You’d do it again? Maybe with something bigger?”
“I’d consider it.”
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