Warm heat spread across her cheeks at hearing her childhood nickname. Her father’s final mark of approval.
“Good night, Daddy.” Tiffany stepped back and grabbed Trevor’s hand.
“Good night, you two.”
Hand in hand, she and Trevor headed to the coatroom.
~ML~
“What’s your fantasy, Trevor?” Tiffany stood in the doorway of the bathroom in Trevor’s condo bedroom. Her only apparel—the Roman style strappy black sandals.
Trevor turned at the sound of Tiffany’s approach, facing her in the process of unbuckling his black slacks, prepared to drop them to the floor. Her heart rate sped up as she witnessed his hands clutch the sides of his gaping pants’ waistband.
Allowing her eyes to roam down his body, she smiled at his toes peeping out from underneath the hem. Tiffany admired the view. Trevor was an exceptional man, in many ways.
Her vision devoured all of his physical attributes. Being around him, she knew he worked out an hour and a half every day, faithfully, except on Sunday. His devotion showed in broad shoulders, strong ripcord arms with bulging biceps and a set of pecks that pulled her like a magnet toward him to touch. A chocolate dream.
Stepping forward, she placed her hands on his warm chest. Her hands moved of their own accord, kneading the firm muscles, her body close enough to feel the energy and heat generating between them. Her nipples became taut in response.
Leaning in, Tiffany kissed him. Tiffany took the initiative and mastered his mouth.
Tracing his sexy lips until they parted, she angled her head to the side and delved her tongue inside, sealing them together. Trevor’s tongue joined hers in the oral love play as the chase continued in and out of each other’s mouths.
Breathing laboriously, they stood staring at each other, taking needed gulps of air.
The first to move, she slid her hands down the rippling muscles of his tightly packed abs.
Tiffany looked into his light brown eyes and saw his pupils constricted. Still winded, Tiffany whispered, “I don’t believe you answered my question, Trevor.”
“True Lies.” His speech was grated and labored.
Her forehead pinched into a frown. “Not quite the answer I expected.”
Eye contact was lost as Trevor’s gaze moved across her body in a caress. When he locked his sight on the seat of her womanhood, each breath she took became strenuous to execute.
Not deterred by her shock, Trevor continued, speaking deep and husky. “You know the part in the movie where Jamie Lee Curtis is at the hotel posing as a call girl. Arnold Schwarzenegger is the client sitting in the chair asking her to dance for him?”
“Yes,” Tiffany said breathlessly. She’d never considered the movie sexually stimulating, but with Trevor’s eyes still holding the intimate part of her body captive, it was near erotic. Her sex swelled and pulsed.
“He just sat there in the shadows and watched her as she moved in the light alone.”
Trevor looked intently at her as their eyes reconnected. “Men are voyeurs by nature.” He shrugged a single shoulder. “To me, the thought of the woman I love pleasuring herself as I watch…hmm.”
Wet. Tiffany’s own heated wetness pooled at the apex of her thighs when Trevor’s words painted a mental vision of his fantasy in her mind.
“We’ll have to see what we can do about that fantasy one day, but right now I have a fantasy of my own to live out.” Tiffany grabbed his pants from him, letting them slither down his legs to the floor; his boxer briefs followed quickly behind them. “Lay down, Trevor.”
Without question, Trevor obeyed, centering himself in the middle of the bed.
Wasting no time, she crawled onto the bed beside him, seating herself beside his legs.
Reacquainting her hands with his body, Tiffany glided them all over his upper torso, feeling the light sheen of perspiration on his body as her fingers waltzed down his stomach, pausing only a moment to circle his navel before moving on.
Tiffany heard the catch in Trevor’s breathing as she placed her hand on his engorged, steel member.
“I guess I’m not the only one your little story awakened.”
“I’ve been aroused since you walked into the party.”
As she began to massage his staff from base to the top, his voice broke. When she squeezed the tip, he groaned. She enjoyed her power over him.
Trevor’s chest heaved. “Too much of that and you’re going to find yourself in trouble.”
“Let’s see how far I can go before I push my limit.” Tiffany bent at the waist and glided her tongue around his swollen head. She dragged the back of her tongue across its opening, licking his essence. Drawing the crown between her lips, she gave it the attention of her mouth while her hand gripped and stroked his length.
“Tiffany…baa-by…” Trevor’s body arched and trembled.
Taking his mumbling pants as a request for more, Tiffany widened her jaw and lowered herself, taking as much of his thick shaft as she could into the moist recesses of her mouth.
Trevor’s fingers clutched the sheets as she caressed and suckled him. Tiffany reveled in the enjoyment of giving him pleasure.
~ML~
“Grrrgh….” Trevor growled through clenched teeth. Everything in him wanted to explode. He couldn’t take another moment of the fierce pleasure of her mouth. He wanted to bury himself between her legs. Needed his entire length buried deep inside of her. Grabbing Tiffany by the shoulders, he pulled her away from his sensitive member and tossed her onto her back. Wasting no time in spreading her legs wide and pulling her knees over his shoulders, he mounted her.
Tiffany let out a passionate scream and arched her hips to meet him.
One, two, three thrusts, Trevor slammed into her tight wetness. He squeezed his eyes shut, overwhelmed by the building pleasure as it blinded him. He was trapped in the pure blackness of ecstasy. He knew he was near his breaking point. Tiffany had become an astute pupil in the last few weeks. Her talented mouth had him hovering on the edge. Knowing he was being rough but refusing to be insensitive, Trevor began to slow his pace.
“Harder…don’t stop,” she pleaded.
Trevor opened his eyes and gazed down at Tiffany who was caught in the throes of sexual bliss, arms stretched over her head, hands flattened against his footboard, held ensnared as deeply as himself.
Giving into her demands, he leaned forward, pressing his chest against the back of her thighs for the ultimate advantage to drive deep inside of her.
Bearing down, Trevor warred with his patience and his need to release. Sweat rolled down his back, his body tensed as every muscle quaked with the desire to climax.
Balanced on the summit of completion, he felt Tiffany’s body shudder and seize his manhood in a pulsating vise grip as she reached her peak. Trevor let go; restrained ecstasy caused pain-filled pleasure to slam into his abdomen as he tumbled over the edge.
~ML~
“So Mrs. Wayne, how long do you want to continue with this date-like relationship?”
Eyes closed, he rested naked on his back. Tiffany’s body was nestled alongside his on her stomach. The plush softness of her breasts lay cushioned against the inside of his bicep. His arm wrapped down around her waist as his fingers drew lazy circles across her bare bottom cheeks.
Trevor loved the after sex moment when the entire world was quiet, and all that mattered was him and Tiffany.
She stretched out on her stomach, legs bent at the knee, ankles crossed and heels pointing toward the ceiling, with her chin propped in her palm as a single finger lightly traced his jawline.
“Are you bored, Mr. Wayne?” she teased.
Trevor could feel the slight rocking of the bed as Tiffany continued to swing her elevated feet through the air.
Trevor’s sleepy grin spread across his face. “Never that. Just wanted to know when you’d be willing to wear my ring.”
“What ring?” Tiffany’s legs stopped mid swing.
Trevor
used his free hand to draw the velvet box from under the pillow, placing it on his chest. “This one.” Looking at her, he saw her eyes were round as saucers, mouth gaped, speechless. Trevor’s heart began to sink. Maybe she isn’t ready to go public yet. “Are you going to open it?”
Her hands trembled as she reached out and lifted the lid. She drew in a deep breath as her gaze rested on the two-carat emerald cut diamond with baguettes down the sides, accompanied by his and her wedding bands.
Her eyes shone as they filled with moisture. “Trevor…” she whispered.
“Tiffany, for my, Tiffany.” Trevor swallowed down the lump of emotion in his throat so he could speak without croaking. “Marry me, Tiffany.”
“We already are.”
“For real, officially and sober. In front of God, family and friends.”
Tears spilled from her eyes and the pattern of her words wavered. “Yes. Yes. When?”
Trevor brought her face down to his and rewarded her reply with a kiss. “How about we set the date for after the elections?”
“That’s almost a year away,” Tiffany shrieked.
Trevor stroked her hair. “I know, but we’ve been keeping the secret this long. A little longer won’t matter as long as we are together. Besides, just like you, I don’t want anything to overshadow your father’s chances at the Senate seat. I’m a registered voter, you know? I have to look out for my party’s interest.”
“You’re wonderful is what you are.” Tiffany leaned toward him, preparing to show him what she thought of his considerate nature.
Nineteen
“We’ve got problems.” Her father met them at the door of the Governor’s Mansion Sunday night.
“What kind of problems?” Tiffany stepped into the house, kissing her father on the cheek.
Trevor and the governor gave each other a manly embrace, starting with a handshake and ending with a fierce pat on the back. It amazed her how close the two had become in such a short time.
“Let’s go into the office.” Her father led the way.
The last time they had been in her father’s office was over two weeks ago, but all she could think about as they walked was the heated interlude. Trevor winked, obviously remembering their making up, causing heat to rise in her cheeks.
Tiffany barely noticed Wallace standing over by the window as a silent sentinel.
“Have a seat.” Her father directed them to the two standard office chairs on the other side of his desk. He slid into his leather bond captain’s chair behind the desk, and then held up an envelope. “We have a problem on our hands,” he said, flat and void of emotion.
Tiffany couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. Her heartbeat began to accelerate. Whatever was in that envelope had to involve her and Trevor; her thoughts began to race. She looked past the object in her father’s hand at him. “How bad is it? Did someone get a picture of Trevor and me at the celebration party?”
Without comment, he tilted the envelope across the table. Trevor took it and pulled out the contents from the opening. Pictures and a white sheet of paper came sliding out.
Tiffany gasped.
“Aww, hell!” Trevor shouted in disbelief.
Tiffany sat beside Trevor, unmoving, unwilling to touch the pictures. Where she sat next to him, she could clearly see each shot as the photographer had captured her and Trevor’s drunken marriage at the “Eternal Bliss” wedding chapel. She looked liquor happy as she smiled and wrapped her arms around Trevor as if he were her final lifeline. No dragging, kicking or screaming photos; she was there willingly.
“One hundred fifty thousand dollars in one week, or the pictures go to print. Governor covers up daughter’s drunken wedding.” Trevor blew out air in a whistle after he finished reading the computer-generated note.
Tiffany shook her head in dismay. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Exactly what I didn’t want to happen, did.”
Her father raised his hand up. “I’m just glad I knew about this before I got these pictures.”
Tiffany had to remember to thank Trevor because, while she was trying to keep the relationship under wraps and attempted to end it, he had done the honorable thing and told her father.
“When was the envelope sent to you? Do you know who’s responsible for them?” Trevor placed the pictures and note on the desk.
“Yes. We call him Eddie the Weasel. He is a sleazy reporter who freelances between several tabloids; whichever will pay him the most will get the story. When the messenger dropped it off, he said it was a gift from ‘The Weasel.’”
“So what’s our plan of action?” Trevor took a hold of her hand and squeezed it.
A united front. It warmed her heart to have him next to her in this fight.
“That was my question to you two. Where does your relationship stand?” Her father glanced down briefly at their linked hands.
Tiffany spoke first. “We’d planned to get married. Rather renew our vows after the elections. We were going to start dating publicly now to give everyone a chance to adjust to seeing us together.” Tiffany’s free hand idly played with the engagement ring tucked underneath her blouse on a gold chain.
“That would have been a great idea. A few people already commented on the two of you at the celebration party, believing it was the first time you had met. But now that the pictures confirm otherwise, it could get ugly.”
“So what do you deem to be our best option?” Trevor asked. “I’m sure there have been a few ideas running through your mind since you received this packet.”
Trevor’s thumb began to make steady circles on the back of her hand. Glancing up at his face, she could see the slight creases in his forehead, an indication to her that his mind was considering possibilities of its own.
Her father’s chair squeaked as he leaned back. “I’ve dealt with The Weasel before, so I’ll handle him. But just in case he’s working with someone else, or is double dipping his hand, we’re going to need to act quickly.”
“In what way?” Tiffany sat forward in her chair.
“You and Trevor need to announce your marriage. Soon.”
Tiffany grinned and squeezed Trevor’s hand. “Great. Trevor and I already have rings.
We’ll throw a dinner party—”
“More public than that.” Her father cut her off. “A press conference.”
“Is a press conference really necessary?” Trevor asked.
“Yes, it is,” Wallace, the silent mountain, spoke up.
Three sets of eyes turned to him over by the window.
He continued, “You need something public. In a big way.”
“Hit the media before he does,” her father confirmed. “Even tell the press that you ran off to Vegas to get married on the spur of the moment.”
“The ultimate romantic gesture,” Trevor finished.
“Exactly.” Wallace moved forward and stood behind her father.
Trevor sat silent, looking down toward the floor, tapping his leg. Tiffany and the others in the room watched him. She wondered what was going through his mind. It is a little late for second thoughts. That train has already left the station.
Her father was the first to question him. “Trevor, do you have a problem with my solution to this situation?” Her father’s tone was heavy.
Glancing up, Trevor looked directly at her father. “No, sir. I realize this is a mess I got myself and you all into, and we have to do what we can to solve the problem.” Trevor emitted a heavy sigh. “Since the press release comes out early next week about Heritage and Computer Bytes, that would be a great excuse for why we kept it a secret. We didn’t want that knowledge to sway the board at Heritage since you and Patterson are friends.”
“That’s great.” Her father slapped his hand down on the desk and chuckled. “The last thing we need is them using that angle and thinking something shady may have been going on. Quick thinking, son.”
Tiffany saw the glimmer of light that appeared in Trevor’s eyes at the endearment her fathe
r tagged onto the end of his declaration. Son. That word meant something to Trevor. She knew he’d lost both of his parents by the time he’d graduated college. Neither of them had lived to witness his success. There was his aunt, but it was something about the approval of a parent that just couldn’t be replaced.
“Thanks.” Trevor’s voice sounded thick and strained.
The issue resolved for the time being, her father rose from his desk. “Now, let’s go have that dinner.”
As they exited the office, Tiffany hung back. When her father and Wallace turned the corner to the dining room, she grabbed Trevor’s hand.
“What’s up, honey?”
“Trevor, I didn’t want to say anything to my dad. But I think Christopher might be behind this reporter.”
“Why?” Trevor’s eyes were dark, intense, and he took on an ominous tone.
“During my father’s annual barbecue, Christopher and I got into a…” Tiffany searched her mental thesaurus for the perfect word, “…verbal altercation, shall we say. He made a few threats I thought were empty. But in light of what is going on now. I think he may have something to do with it.”
“Did he touch you?” Trevor stepped to her, his shoulders drawn up tight, tension evident in the clenching of his jaw.
Territorial, protective, echoed in Tiffany’s head. A warm sensation spread over her body.
“No.”
Trevor looked at her, his eyes searching, as if he were attempting to discover if she concealed the truth from him. Satisfied, he leaned forward, embraced her and placed a quick kiss on the side of her forehead. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Trevor—”
“Don’t worry; it’s my job to look out for your welfare.” Wrapping his arm around her, he nudged her forward. “Now, let’s get in the dining room before your father sends Wallace after us.”
Tiffany laughed. “We definitely don’t want that.”
~ML~
Everything was set and planned. At the end of the week, Wallace would notify specific members of the press and inform them that there would be an impromptu announcement by the governor and his family. They would be contacted at the last moment so as not to tip off Eddie the Weasel.
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