“Hi honey.” I laugh.
“Merry Christmas. Were you awake?”
“Just woke up and waiting on the coffee right now.” I sniff and smell the aroma of coffee wafting through the air. “What time are you heading over to your sisters?”
“I’m about to leave but wanted to call and invite you one more time. Last chance.” She laughs in the phone.
“No thanks, you have a great time though. Tell the family I said hello, but I have a ton of work to get done today. In fact I’m about to start on it as soon as the coffee is done cooking.” I stand and walk into the kitchen.
“You know coffee doesn’t cook, it perks, right?”
“Yes, you know what I mean. Anyway, I need to work today.”
“Work, work, work. Just make time to enjoy the rest of the day. It’s the first day of vacation after all, you never know what might happen. Sometimes surprises just sometimes show up at your door. Have fun.”
Click. She hangs up the phone. She’s in an awful chipper mood today, but Amanda is one of those people who is always happy and believes in the spirit of the holiday and holiday magic. Not me, my record has now taken two years of proving that.
My favorite mug is filled to the brim with coffee and I’m ready to take on the task at hand. I stroll over to the radio and crank the tunes before heading into the dining room. My folders are stacked neatly on the corner of the table with blueprints rolled up next to them. I sit down ready to tackle the job.
Bopping my head to the beat of the music, I reach for my hair clip and wind my hair up in a twist, clamping it in place. I pull my glasses from the case and slip them on. I have a ton to sort through and have ready for when I return to the office after break.
With Trey being so new, I’ll have to go through these step by step to get him caught up with everything. That should prove to be very awkward for me and I’m not looking forward to it.
After scattering files all over my table and spreading out blueprints everywhere, even on the floor, I get up to pour the last cup of coffee that is now several hours old. It’s right at noon and I’m still in my pajamas and look a mess.
As I walk back into the dining room, there’s a knock on my door. The only person who would be coming here is Amanda, and that must mean that she and her brother in law got into it again. Crap.
“Coming.” I yell out to the door and walk towards it. God I hope she is okay.
Coffee cup in one hand and pencil in the other, I toss the pencil between my lips and turn the knob, opening the door.
“Happy Vacation.”
Oh my Godddddd!
Chapter Seven
I freeze, unable to speak, inhaling the vision that blocks my doorway. Trey stands there in tight leather pants, a black studded leather jacket to match, and afterburner boots with the metal clips. A silver chain dangles down his side, clipped to one belt loop curving down his long muscular leg and around to the wallet in his back pocket. He’s holding his motorcycle helmet in his gloved hand and his hair is a hot blown mess. Holy mother of hotness! I blink several times, the knot in my stomach rises up through my throat, and my heart starts racing. It’s a good thing the pencil is between my teeth or I would have bitten a hole through my tongue. I think I’m drooling. He takes the pencil from my mouth.
“Thank you and same to you sir?” It’s what I normally call him at work, but last night he was Trey, all the way. Today I’ll gladly call him sir, or even master at this point. “Umm…I’m sorry, come in please.”
All I can manage to do is lean against the wall because my feet won’t work properly. Trey steps inside the door. I look like a total wreck right now and I’m so embarrassed. Without a word, he stands in front of me, blocking me in as he puts his helmet down on the entryway table. He gives me a sexy smile, licks his top lip and takes the coffee cup from my hand, placing it next to the helmet. He turns back to me, gazing into my eyes, as both of his arms surround me, palms flat against the wall pinning me in. With his boot, he kicks the door closed.
He lowers his head, tilting slightly to the side and brushes his lips against mine. His warm breath against me sets me on fire. His tongue parts me and he plunges inside my mouth, swirling passionate circles around my own.
I slide my foot against the wall, pulling up, so my knee puts a space between us. He strokes down my arms and locks his fingers in mine, lifting them above my head. He holds my wrists in place, between his thumb and fingers. His other hand trickles up and down my side. Inching his body around my knee, he leans into me, pressing his body into mine. Our mouths open wider as our tongues play a cat and mouse chase with each other.
He moves his hand under my tank top, sliding upwards, as he takes my breast in his hand. Gently massaging, his fingertip tickles my nipple, perking them both to attention. With my bent leg I lower it, then slide it up and down against his leg as the kisses become deeper. He lets go of my wrists and spins me around; I press into the wall for support. A chill runs down my spine as his warm breath blows against the back of my neck. His hands slip to my sides and he brings himself in close, snugging his body up against mine.
His lips brush against my shoulders, then he peppers me with gentle and tender kisses. My body erupts in goose bumps, he seems to have a way of doing this. His tongue traces over the tiny tattoo on the back of my neck, and he seems to focus on it, licking and kissing me. I gasp. Oh God, did he notice last night?
He wraps his arms around my waist and I can feel him getting hard as he presses into my body. He is driving me insane, the electric jolts shred through me, inside and out.
I lower one of my hands placing it on his as he continues licking and kissing me. I can’t think clear, or seem to resist him when he’s this close. He raises his hands to my breasts, cupping me in his palms and I’m are still holding his. I love the way his fingers feel as they massage against me. I lean my head back, enjoying the feeling of his touches, as his hard cock presses against my ass.
“There is something addictive about you,” he moans out to me.
I tilt my head to the side and he licks his way to the spot that drives me instantly horny, the little part of my neck just behind my earlobe, tweaks my nipples at the same time.
“Oh God.” I shiver, chill bumps break out all over my body.
Trey turns me around facing him again and smiles as his arms wrap back around me. He squeezes tight against me in a hug, nothing sexual, just a tight hug. I could stay like this forever, he feels safe, and secure. Protective and nurturing.
He lean back a bit, pulling my glasses off my nose, and setting them on the table. I stare into his eyes and see the same hungry, but loving look he had last night. His fingers stroke across my cheeks, and he bends placing a kiss on my lips.
Trey’s hand reaches up to the clip in my hair letting my curls fall down around my shoulders. If there was ever a doubt, there is none now, cats out of the bag, he knows it’s me. I tense up a little, sliding my arms in between us and break eye contact, dropping my head. His fingers trail through my hair and back to my cheek, then chin. He slips two fingers under my chin, raising my head up to him. He presses against my lips, no tongue, just lips to lips as he runs his fingers through my hair.
I don’t even know what to say, tears start to blur my vision. I’m embarrassed and unsure of everything right now. I’m worried about my job, about my reputation and just overall confused about everything. And what he thinks about me now.
It must read all over my face right now, but he greets me with soothing and understanding eyes.
“You are so beautiful.” His wet lips purse, pressing a tender kiss on my cheek.
I look down again. “Thank you.”
He raises me back up to him, peppering me in kisses. “Gabrielle.”
“Oh God.” I pull away from him completely, my foot nervously tapping. I slide away down the wall until I’m free from his touch. I can think rationally.
“Gabby.” He steps towards me.
“I’m so sor
ry Trey, I’m really am.” I run away from him, and dart into my bedroom, slamming my door as he follows.
Oh God, oh shit. What a way to break it to a guy, let him feel you up, get a hard on and then figure out you are the office nerd. This is so stupid. I just want to run out into traffic or something, and end it all now.
“Gabrielle, talk to me. Open the door.”
“I can’t.” I lean against the door, pressing my cheek to it, as tears streak down my face.
“Yes, you can. Please,” he begs from the other side of the door.
I turn the doorknob, opening it, and walk away. I get to the side of the bed, and curl my legs up under me, gently rocking myself into a self-comfort zone that no one can reach. He walks towards the bed and sits down next to me. He takes my hand in his.
“I knew.” He strokes the top of my hand. “I knew it the moment you walked in last night.” His words and the look in his eye spears swords of light into me, he’s being all romantic and it’s just too good to be true.
“You knew it was me?”
“Yes, Gabby, all along.” He inhales a deep breath and strokes my cheek with his soft finger. “I knew.”
He’s not lying and that scares the living shit out of me. “But how, I mean no one else really did, so I figured that you didn’t either. Why?”
“Gabby, I’ve been watching you since the first day I came into the office.”
“You have?” I can’t breathe anymore. I need a brown paper bag, now. I’m going to hyperventilate!
“Yes, I just didn’t know how to approach you, until last night.”
“You could have told me, Trey.” No probably not, I never even gave him that option.
“I didn’t want you to feel pressured.” He rubs against me again, his fingers are like a magicians touch.
“What do you mean?”
“I wanted you to be able to be anybody you wanted or needed to be. Besides, you knew who I was. It was yourself that you wanted to keep hidden, didn’t want discovered. Maybe I was wrong to assume that?” His brow furrows.
“I just think it would have been easier if you would have said something from the beginning.”
“I didn’t know how, honestly. I went through a horrible divorce and I haven’t dated since then, I don’t know how to approach someone, not someone as beautiful as you. I was scared that you would run from me, Gabby. The important thing is that it happened, the sparks were there and you felt them too, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” I can’t believe that he feels the exact same way as I do. He just became better than my book boyfriend.
His hand slides up my leg and I shake. It’s the kind of chill that shoots up your spine and spreads down your arms causing you to quiver all over. It’s the feel good shake.
We stare into each other’s eyes, never breaking contact. He slides my hair behind one ear and traces down my cheek to my lips with his fingertips. His eyes droop as he licks his lips. His fingers brush against me and I stick my tongue out to lick the tip of him. I swirl around him, then suck him into my mouth, tilting to the side a bit, still in a stare down.
“Come here.” He grabs me and pulls me forward into him, wrapping his muscular arms behind my back.
His lips press against me and he sucks me into his mouth, giving me soft laps with his tongue. We press harder and harder, and he leans back towards me, laying me down on the bed. He lays to the side of me, his hands stroking up and down my sides.
“I love the way you kiss.” He moans into me.
“Mmm…” I can find words.
His hand strokes through my hair and he stares into my eyes. “You are so beautiful.”
He slides his hands back down to my waist. Two fingers slip inside of my waist band and he slides my pajama bottoms down over my hips. Pulling them towards my bended knees, he guides them off of my feet, leaving them laying on the foot of the bed.
Pulling away from my mouth, he lifts my shirt, and begins licking down my belly and over to my hip bones. The way he squeezes and moans has me in spasms on the inside. I want to feel him, all of him inside me, now.
I run my hands through his hair then pull him back up to me. He slants his mouth over mine, swirling circles around my tongue as I moan.
“I want you.”
“Me too, baby.” I love the way that rolls off of his tongue.
I unbutton his pants and zipper. Leaning up, I push him on his back, as I begin tugging his pants down over his hip bones. He crosses his arms behind his head and watches me.
Oh my God, the V-line he has from his hip bones down into his groin is amazing. The ‘no regrets’ tattoo fits perfectly between. Holy fuckenstuff! It makes me even more eager to feel him, every last ounce of him.
He wedges his pants down over his ankles after he kicks off his boots.
His arm wraps around my back and he tugs my body up to him like a weightless rag doll. He rolls me onto my back as his muscular body hovers over me, swarming me inside his.
As he kisses me, his naked body warms me as he lowers down over me. I glide my fingers down his back, loving that he breaks out in chill bumps, making his body shiver.
“You drive me crazy. You are so beautiful. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
I can’t find my voice to answer him, so I shake my head side to side and lick across my bottom lip before sucking him into my mouth with my front teeth.
His warmth and hardness is more than I can take, he lowers between my legs. I grab his ass, digging my nails into his skin, drawing him nearer.
“Please,” I whimper. “I need you so bad.”
Trey covers my mouth with his as he slides into my aching body. He’s perfect. The two of us connect like puzzle pieces. He presses easy and slow into me, gently swaying his hips in a circular motion. This is going to be more than I could have dreamed of.
He moves in and out of me, circling his hips, as he supports himself on his arms. He presses deeper into me, as I push up to meet him. His eyes roll back in his head as he grinds harder and faster, then they come back to meet my eyes. He is hypnotic and I love that his eyes are so hungry.
Deeper and deeper, he thrusts into me, and I pull up, pressing my mouth against his naked chest. He pumps faster and I take a bite into him.
“Oh God, Trey. Don’t stop.” I pant, trying to catch a breath of air as he thrusts again.
“You are so perfect, so tight.” He pushes harder into me.
“Oh.” I can’t even begin to think of the rest of the sentence.
All I can do is squeeze into him as I feel myself clenching around him inside of me. My body begins to shutter into spasms as I take all of him, so deep and so good.
“Oh, Gabrielle. I can’t last with you, I just can’t.” He starts to apologize. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I ever saw you. You’ve been a fantasy in my mind for weeks and now it’s happening. I can’t hold back, you drive me fucking insane.”
“Please don’t hold back, Trey,” I beg.
He slams into me, and I gasp as he hits something inside of me that I’ve never felt.
“Oh fuck me.” I moan out.
Oh my God, I couldn’t stop it from coming out of my mouth, but it does something to him because he pumps faster and harder, deeper and deeper into me. His legs begin to shake and he throbs inside of me, he’s close.
I tighten, wrapping my legs around his back, hanging them on his hip bones. His ass clenches tight with each stroke and push into me.
“I’m going to come. Oh Gabby,” he says in panting breaths.
He thrusts into me and my body breaks out in a set of coming shakes, intensifying every single time he pushes inside me. My body clenches and my muscles tremor.
“Me too,” I quake.
Tighter and tighter and harder, oh God, he grinds inside of me, until I feel him thrust the hardest jolt into me as he fills me with his warmth.
“Ohhhhh-yesss.” I yell out, as my body convulses into spasms waving through me.
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I tense so tight around him and feel him contract and release into me, sweat dripping from his head onto my face. I pant, trying to catch my breath before I lose consciousness.
He slows his thrusts into me, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and focuses on me again. His eyes delve into my soul. He doesn’t force himself on me, but is so tender and delicate as he lowers his body against mine, careful he doesn’t squash me under him. He licks my lips with the tip of his tongue, then slides inside my mouth, slurping me into him.
His warm breath against me and the passionate way he kisses me is something I’ve longed for my entire life. He strokes my hair, and lowers to my cheek, gently caressing me. His eyes are alive and understanding.
“You would never hurt me, would you?” I ask, but I already know the answer. He won’t, he is not the type.
“Not ever.” He places a kiss on my cheek.
“I know. I can feel it.” And I can, he means everything he is saying.
“Gabrielle, you are my secret surprise. The one I’ve hoped for since I first laid eyes on you. Any regrets?”
“No regret at all.” I trace his tattoo and give him a smile.
He presses a final kiss against my lips. The tender kind. The true kind that a person can’t hide. He’s my Christmas surprise too, my dream come true. I finally feel complete and look forward to many more with Trey!
The End
The Contract
By Chelle
Published by Hot Ink Press
An Imprint of
Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing
This Book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, duplicated, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
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