Between The Sheets (A Naughty Box Production Book 1)

by Carmichael, Kim;

  “Mmmm…” he moans and his eyes close, tightening his hold on me.

  His hand trails up my bare skin to the back of my neck. I pull away a bit, overwhelmed, when he hungrily presses back against me. I suck the tip of his tongue as I feel the wetness of his tongue slither through my pursed lips. God, this is more than the standard kiss, this is incredible.

  He sucks me between his pouty lips and the wanting tug of anxiousness excites me. His teeth graze me, as he gently draws me into his mouth. I give up, not that I was fighting, but surrender to him, the desire and heat of the moment. Our tongues thrash against each other, and I slide to the hem of his shirt, sneaking my hands inside. Oh fuck me, his muscles are so tight and his skin so hot. He moans and I lose control, ripping his shirt over his head.

  Leaning back, I admire the ripples and perfect sculpture he’s kept hidden behind mere clothes. Bump after ridge, he is ripped like a Thor, and right at his waistline, a tattoo lines across him from hip bone to hip bone. I can’t make out what it says, but the flames that peek at the two sides, set my panties on fire.

  “Oh Trey,” I desperately need to have a taste of this.

  “Tell me your name.” He moves his hands towards my mask.

  “No, don’t please. My name is Gabrielle.” I say quickly, moving his hand away. Thank goodness he only knows me as Gabby, hopefully he doesn’t make the connection. I kiss him again.

  “Mmm…” he moans as I suck his lip into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. He plunges harder into my mouth as we lap hungrily against each other.

  “Oh Trey.”

  “Shh.” He presses back into me.

  His hands spread across my back, the warmth from him makes me even more anxious than I already was. He rubs up and down my back, winding his fingers through my hair down to the ends. His other hand fumbles with the straps behind my neck.

  “I want you Gabrielle,” he moans into my mouth.

  “Take me,” I beg.

  His mouth leaves my lips and he bends, nudging into my neck, tickling me with his tongue, as he sucks my skin. Tiny and firm swirls send my body into a set of the shivers. He releases one hand from my back, trickling around my side until he reaches my breast. I press myself against his hand and he squeezes gently.

  “Oh God,” I cry out to him.

  With his thumb he traces circles around my nipple poking through the silk material of my dress. He’s driving me insane. I claw my nails into his back. He leans back, smiling, as I bite my bottom lip. His other hand moves to my chest and he massage me, as he licks down the long V-neck line to my cleavage. Sliding the material off to one side exposing a breast, he cups me in his palm, as he guides me to meet his hungry mouth. He makes ringlets around my nipple and I let out a sigh as his teeth gently grate across me.

  “Oh, Trey,” I gasp.

  He reaches behind my neck and wrestles the strap loose, letting the front part of my dress fall to my waistline. He licks his way across to the other side, flitting his pointed tongue at the tip. I let out another moan and grab his head in my hands, pulling him in tight. He sucks me into his mouth and rolls his tongue around my peak. He gives me a gentle pinch and tugs at my nipples, giving them a playful twist.

  Oh my God. I hold his head in place and run my hands through his hair as he teases me into a frenzy. He’s so aggressive, yet gentle at the same time. He continues to squeeze me and everything inside of me craves him.

  I pull his head up to me and slant my mouth across his, delving my tongue deeper and deeper. As my hands strum across his bulging chest muscles, I can’t wait any longer, I have to taste him. I lick down his chin, under his neck and down his chest to his tight nipple. Rolling my tongue around him, I take tiny bites into him. His skin is salty, but oh so sweet too. Lowering even further, I like the flame tips of his tattoo, hooking my finger inside his waistband.

  “Gabrielle, stop.” He starts laughing.

  “No.” Dammit, I don’t want to stop. This is like taking candy away from a baby, it’s just not fair.

  “The feather on your mask tickles, take it off.”

  “No way.” I laugh and move back up to his mouth, pushing inside.

  “You’ve gotten me so goddamned horny, Gabrielle,” he says as he pulls back.

  “Me too.” I seductively smile, he pulls me against him.

  His naked chest is warm against my skin and it shoots pulsations all the way down, curling my toes inside my stilettos. I balance myself, holding on to him, kicking them off to the side, he chuckles as I do. I quiver as his hands reach for my side. He slides his hands down over my hips and down my legs, as he bends a bit. The side zipper on my dress is already partly undone just above to my calf. When he feels it, his frantic fingers tip-toe down searching for clasp and pulls it up, unzipping me further. His hands stroke up and down my leg to my hip. He stops when he reaches my chiffon thong, sliding his pinky finger in between the material and my skin. He moves around to the back and grabs my ass in his hands. I can hardly contain myself.

  I glide my hand down across the huge bulge in his pants, and rub against him, making sure my fingers trace along his hard cock.

  “Oh Gabrielle.” I love the way my name rolls off his tongue.

  Trey takes my leg and hikes it up against his, tickling fingertips over my ass.

  “Come with me.” He pulls me up, straddling him and walks over to the bed.

  I slide down his body and he wiggles my dress over my hips until it falls to the carpet. I stand before him in nothing but a mask and thong.

  “Damn you are fucking hot.”

  I unclip his belt, pulling it from the belt loops and unbutton the snap, I slowly unzip him. My hands tug the sides of his jeans and guide them down to his boots. I push him to sit on the bed and reach for his boots, pulling one off at a time. I put them neatly side by side. Yes OCD kicking in. As I bend over, his hand touches me, and he licks across my ass cheek. Oh fucking fuck! I stand and turn back to him.

  “Damn you look sexy doing that. Of course you’d look sexy doing anything I imagine. When you said you wanted to peel me like a banana, you weren’t kidding.” He laughs.

  Seeing him and all his parts, except what hides behind his boxer briefs makes me all squishy wet. His hard dick pokes through the material, I want him bad. His hip to hip tattoo is unveiled, it reads ‘No Regrets’ in script lettering. Damn straight!

  “Stand back up Trey,” I order, watching him.

  He follows directions well. Trey pulls me up next to him, and I press my hand against his cock. I can feel him throbbing underneath the material.

  I bite my bottom lip, looking him up and down. “You know what?”

  “What?” He stares at my lips, not looking into my eyes. A sex little smirk spreads across his face.

  “You are like opening my own private and personal office present. You come all nice and tightly wrapped in a pretty package, and I get to rip the wrapping off to find the present. Once I get past your shirt and pants, there’s still another hidden present behind the next layer of wrapping paper.”

  “Would you like me to tie a bow to it for you too?” He laughs and pulls me close to him.

  “Oh yum.” I smack my lips together. I want to tear the next layer off with my teeth.

  He reaches down between my legs, slowly guiding his hands up me until he reaches my thong. His hand slides up and down the material, pressing hard against me, and driving me ape-shit crazy.

  His free hand covers mine, as I rub up and down his long shaft, pressing a little harder every time, encouraging me. With my fingers, I stroke him through the material, feeling the swollen tip. I reach inside at the exact moment that he slides my panties to the side.

  “Ohhh…” I moan out, unable to help myself.

  His fingers slide against me and find my clit. He swirls passionate circles around me.

  I slide his boxer briefs over his hips, lowering them far enough that he can guide them the rest of the way down with his feet. When they reach the
ground, he kicks them off to the side. I wrap my hand around him and begin to stroke. I make sure to tease my fingertips across the head of his cock. He’s gianormous, long and wide, and it’s hard to wrap my tiny hand around him.

  “Oh yes, Gabrielle, don’t stop,” he begs.

  “I won’t.” I squeeze harder and speed up.

  “You’re so wet,” he cries out to me.

  Trey’s thumb takes over, rotating in circles over my sweet spot as his other fingers part me. After spreading me, he inserts a finger. I quiver against his hand, grinding into him and he pushes into me harder. He adds another finger. “Oh God, you are so tight.”

  I continue stroking his cock, knowing I want to taste him. “You’re going to make me come, Trey.”

  “Mmmm….yes, I am. Over and over again,” he says as he continues thrusting his fingers into me.

  “Oh my God. Please.” I look into his eyes, and he in mine. The way he licks his lips is such a turn on because I know he’ll do exactly what he says.

  “Let’s take those panties off now.” He lowers his naked body to his knees in front of me.

  I gulp and look down at him. It’s perfect, his tats across his back are beautiful, as they curves against his back muscles. He puts a hand on both sides of my hips, then slides them down to my ankles. He lifts one foot for me, slipping them off and then does the same to the other one.

  I run my fingers through his hair and squeeze into his head, as he inches slowly towards me. One hand reaches out holding my hip. Starting at the inside of my thigh, he gives me kisses and two fingers enter me. His tongue licks up the inside of my leg as he thrusts his fingers in and out. His tongue reaches me.

  Seeing him down on his knees with his head between my legs and the motion of his arm moving up thrusting inside of me is pure hotness. This won’t take long at all.

  His tongue teases me, licking everywhere but where I want him to. He tickles me and the anticipation of his tongue focusing on my sweet spot is almost more than I can bare. My legs begin to shake at the feel of his warm breath against me. His tongue teases up and down me, finally pressing against me and circling my clit.

  “Oh my God, Trey. Yes,” I squeal out to him.

  His head moves side to side as his tongue vibrates against me. My legs shake. I can’t hold steady. I grab his shoulders, trying to balance as the warmth begins to pulse through my body. My fingers tighten in his hair and my eyes roll to the back of my head as orgasmic waves begin rolling through me.

  My breathing turns into quick pants, my entire body gets flushed, my pussy starts clenching and throbbing. My chest heaves out, pounding fast and hard, juices start dripping down my leg.

  “Oh yeah, come for me, you’re almost there baby.” He says muffled.

  “Please don’t stop, oh my God,” I moan in a panted breath.

  His tongue darts inside, and he presses into me.

  “Yes, oh God. Yes, I’m there,” I scream out, not caring if anyone downstairs hears me.

  My muscles contract, tensing up as he shoves his fingers deep inside me, slamming them. I start moaning and release in a quake of uncontrollable spasms making me balance off. My nipples tighten, I’m swollen and throbbing. Electric shocks fire off my nerve endings shooting fireworks throughout my body, making my lower half go numb.

  “Oh Trey, yessssssss!”

  Dizzy, and euphoric, I can’t focus clearly. My nails, I’m certain have pierced holes in him. My legs are shaking and I’m unsteady, weak in the knees. I feel like I’m going to faint.

  Trey pulls away, standing up, and a huge grin spreads across his face.

  “Oh Trey, that was the best ever, and I mean the most intense and incredible orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life.” I cling on to him, so he can support me.

  “Was it? I’m glad, because this night is far from over, Gabrielle.”

  He smiles, leans in to give me a kiss, and whispers, “you are amazing.”

  Chapter Six

  The intensity level with Trey flings off the damn charts, it was definitely the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. Trey was wonderful, and everything was perfect, but it’s suddenly turning strange as the heat of the moment has passed. During the act, the thought process was completely on ravage and release mode, but now reality is coming back, and quick.

  For fucks sake he’s my boss. I just got completely naked and naughty with my boss and he still has no idea who I am. We were perfect together, and I don’t want to mess that up. I need to get out of here now before he realizes who I am and try to figure out what to do about the whole thing.

  Trey steps out on his balcony and lights a smoke, wearing nothing more than a robe. Now’s my chance. I have to get out of here now quickly. All of the emotions of ten minutes ago, have turned into the exact opposite, and I’m a nervous wreck again. Scurrying around the room, I gather my dress, slip it on along with my heels. I tiptoe over to the door, open it slowly, and creep out.

  Freedom. I bolt down the hallway towards the staircase, practically doing a crooked grind skateboard move off the bannister with my heels, to reach the bottom floor. Amanda spots me and quickly makes a break for me as I dash full speed ahead towards the front door.

  “Gabby, wait,” she yells behind me and follows. “What is wrong with you?”

  “Please, no third degree just take me home, quick.” I take long strides to get to her car.

  Amanda climbs in the drivers’ side, turning to look at me as she starts the car. Could she take any longer? I feel like everything is in slow motion right now and I need it to be in fast forward mode. We pull away from the curb and make a left at the light before I start feeling more comfortable about running out on Trey.

  I take a deep breath. “Thank you,” I mumble and look out the window.

  “What happened Gab? Why the big hurry to get out of there?” She taps on the gas pedal as we enter the onramp to the freeway.

  “I just totally went into whore mode with him.” I take another deep breath.

  “What? Oh my God, you did it? Woo hoo, you needed it.” She laughs.

  “This isn’t funny Amanda. He’s our damn boss for Christ’s sake. One thing just kind of led to another and bam, we were naked. And technically no, we didn’t actually do it.” I raise my hand to my forehead and shake side to side, completely embarrassed.

  “Seriously, so Mr. Suit gets a little freaky then?” She gives me a thumbs up and giggles about it.

  “Oh shut up, seriously.” I slap her in her arm. “It was not like that.” Well it sort of was I guess.

  “Mmm! Really now? Well, something happened, the way you ran out of there. Spill it.”

  “Oh God, Amanda. I was just sucked in by the moment and not thinking clearly. Once it was over, Trey stepped outside to smoke and I bolted. Things will be fine as long as he doesn’t figure out it was really me.”

  “Oh hell, you kept on the little mask thing on, really? You kinky bitch you.” She starts laughing again.

  “Stop, please. This could have turned into a damn nightmare. Can you imagine all of the tension at work behind this? It was great, but I’m so glad he is new and doesn’t really know any of us yet.” I’m about to hyperventilate explaining all of this to her.

  “What if he figures it out, Gabby? That was pretty rude to run out without a word.” She turns into her driveway, shutting the car off.

  “I know. If he catches on then I’ll deal with that when it happens. Honestly, even one of my closer friends at work barely recognized me, so Trey won’t catch on, will he? I’m just glad I let you play make-up and salon stylist on me.” I smile and reach across, giving her a goodbye hug. “I have to go.”

  “You sure you don’t want to stay over for the night?” she asks and fumbles the key chain for her house key.

  “No, I have to get home. I need to sort out the contracts tomorrow for work and I’m just going to veg out. You have a great Christmas day with your sister, honey. I love you.” I squeeze her tight again and get out of her c
ar, running over to mine.

  ***

  The front door closes behind me, and I hang my wrap on the coat rack next to the wall, locking up behind myself. My shoes are the first thing to come off, followed by my dress. I just want to crawl in my tank top pajamas and climb in the bed, forgetting the entire thing.

  My head is a jumbled wreck. I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited and ashamed all at the same time. If I’m honest with myself, I enjoyed every minute of it and would do it ten times over. Where my problem is that I could have done this all along with one of the other seven billion people on earth, so why did I decide to go there with my boss? My head starts pounding.

  After last years party, I’ve kept to myself not even trying to be involved with anyone because the risk is too much to the heart. I’m not the type of person to just jump in the sack with someone without a relationship being formed first, not typically, but tonight was just, well unique and spur of the moment, a heat of passion act.

  The dress from the evening rests across the side of the chair next to my bed. I reach over taking it and can smell Trey’s cologne on it. Curling it up against my skin, I inhale the left over aroma of musk and sandalwood. I snuggle in under the covers with his scent surrounding me and remember everything that happened just hours ago.

  I drift off in a light sleep, the kind where you’re half awake and half asleep. The one that leaves you quaking with mini-dreams that startle you suddenly into a panic, but the kind you can’t wait to fall back asleep for, hoping it picks up where it left off. They were all about Trey.

  ***

  The light peeks through the bedroom window waking me from the restless slumber of the night. I glance at the clock and it reads 9:00 a.m. Yawning, I climb out of bed, slide on my slippers and walk into the kitchen to make coffee.

  I click on the TV, but every channel is nothing but Christmas parades, so I opt for the radio station instead. The phone rings. The caller id shows its Amanda.