Fire & Desire (Hero Series)
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“Dan knew about the packet from The Weasel. He was somewhere around when the courier dropped it off. The little bug even tried to peep in your office window when we all met, but apparently Wallace’s broad shoulders kept him from observing anything.”
“Good,” Tiffany chimed in.
She hadn’t said much, and Trevor wondered how she was taking the information about Manning having her followed. He’d ask her later when they were alone.
“At least Christopher wasn’t having her followed in Vegas and isn’t involved in the photos.”
“True, he wasn’t involved in the taking of them or sending them to you. But he does know about them and has seen them,” Trevor relayed. “I believe he’s being blackmailed with them as well. He made a comment about, The Weasel ‘burning the candle at both ends.’
Apparently, this reporter is trying to double dip. Manning told Dan to lay low for a while, and he would handle things.”
“The Maggot.” Slamming the side of his fist on the island top, Selina stood. “I’m going to my study, I need to call Wallace.” He turned and held Tiffany by the shoulders. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll take care of this mess.” He kissed Tiffany on the cheek then headed out the door, pausing, he turned. “The press conference is set in two days. Wednesday morning meet at my office.”
“We’ll be there,” Tiffany and Trevor said in unison.
Rounding the counter, Trevor pulled Tiffany in his arms. “Are you okay with all this?”
“No woman likes to find out she’s being followed.” Sliding her arms around his neck, she leaned into his embrace fully. “But with you, my father, and Wallace looking out for me, what could go wrong? I’m the safest girl in the world.” Tiffany smiled.
Her full supple lips drew him. Leaning forward, he kissed her deeply. Tiffany responded to him without hesitation, running her hands up the back of his head. That touch was almost his undoing. Trevor pulled away. “The power you have over me, girl.” Taking a breath, Trevor refocused. “Before I get carried away again, how do you feel about living in this house and raising a family here?”
Tiffany’s eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open. “Honestly, Trevor?” A wisp of air came out, light words spoken as Tiffany’s eyes searched his.
He chuckled. His wife looked like a little girl given the keys to her favorite candy store.
“Yes, sweetheart.”
Tiffany encircled his neck with her arms and squeezed. “I’ll talk to Dad after the press conference.”
Trevor stepped away, so he could have a clear view of her face. “Your father and I have already spoken about it. He actually brought it up. He even volunteered to build a small house in the backyard so we could have our newlywed privacy.”
Tiffany blushed.
“Yeah,” Trevor said, “I’m sure he was here for part of our before dinner activities.”
As Tiffany’s color deepened, Trevor kissed her on each warm cheek and laughed. My beautiful wife. “Sweetheart, I’ve watched how you acted when we’ve visited houses and how you walk in with so much hope and leave dismayed. You love this place.”
“I do, Trevor. But understand this; any place I am with you will be perfect. I love my father and our family house, but you’re my husband. Without you, I have no home at all.”
Trevor was speechless. He’d given Tiffany himself, filled with pain and revenge, and she replaced it with a real, untainted love.
“Now, Mr. Wayne. If you’ll follow me upstairs, I’ll show you what I had planned for the rest of our evening.”
“I can do better than that.” He lifted her in his arms, exited the kitchen and led to her bedroom. Let the governor worry about the state of the union tonight. I’m going to make love to my wife.
Twenty-three
“Trevor.”
His pulse leaped at the sound of Tiffany calling his name, beckoning him into the room.
She had stopped him at the door when they arrived upstairs, telling him she needed a few minutes to change.
Now, she was ready, and so was he. Turning the knob, he entered the room. The glow of candlelight softly radiated around the bedroom. The music, ambience and the subtle scent of Tiffany’s perfume were all seductions meant to lure him.
He froze. Anticipation rose in his body as he spotted Tiffany.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Wayne, or is it, Mr. Fireman? Cat got your tongue…?” Tiffany’s words exuded sex appeal.
The sight before him made him speechless.
Sexy, sassy and wrapped in leather. The flickering candle lights danced across Tiffany’s body as she lounged in the middle of the bed. One leg draped over the side and the other digging into the mattress anchored by a stiletto heel, lifting her hips into an alluring arch.
Her position caused the fragile hold he had on his desire to boil close to its breaking point, but the cat mask that covered half of her face brought a smile to his lips.
Man, am I in for it tonight.
His eyes followed one of her hands as it drew invisible designs from her breasts to her navel and back again with the tail of her costume.
Words stuck in his throat as he watched the swinging that Tiffany’s raised leg had begun.
“See something you like, Trevor?” Her lips arched into a beguiling smile.
He gave himself an internal shake, took a step back and casually propped himself on the doorjamb. He was hot and hard, and she hadn’t even touched him yet.
Clearing his throat, he said, “Yes, and I wish there were words to describe you. Sexy as hell just doesn’t seem to be enough.”
Tiffany bowed her head, but not before Trevor caught a glimpse of the blush on her face.
Ahh, there’s my Tiffany. As much as they had both done with and to each other, her natural innocence always moved him.
Back into her role, she rose from the bed and executed a catwalk that turned him inside out. A trembling started inside of him. Trevor clinched his fists to keep his hands from shaking with evidence. Damn, I’m not going to make it.
“Well, Trevor, as you can see, I’ve been a busy little kitty.”
“Yes, you have,” he replied, his breathing husky and labored, as if he had just finished running a race.
“You’re not the only one with hidden talents.” She stopped in front of him. “I have a lot of plans for you tonight.” Reaching out, she ran the tip of the cat tail across his chest to his abdomen. “All night.” She straightened and removed the tail.
Trevor leaned forward as if to give chase, closing the gap between them further, but not bringing their bodies into the contact he desired. Just near enough to allow the warm heat from his mouth to tickle the shell of her ear. “You have my full cooperation.”
He smiled; her breath hitched, revealing she was just as affected as he was by their nearness.
Tiffany directed him where to go with a fan movement of her fingers.
He followed.
She pushed forward one of the overstuffed reading chairs into the middle of the floor.
“Sit,” Tiffany said, her words laced with promise.
Trevor obeyed.
Tiffany moved away and walked over to the stereo, once again demonstrating her sleek catwalk for him.
Damn, that walk is rapidly driving me to the breaking point. As he watched her hips sway, he could imagine being deep inside of her as that rhythmic oscillation guided him toward a blissful end.
~ML~
Tiffany was nervous, not with fear, but excitement. Her heart held a steady rapid beat, her breasts were heavy and full, and her sex tingled like she’d spent hours in a mint bath. She wanted everything to go right. Her plan was to affect Trevor with desire and wanting, the way he had done the very first day they had met. When he’d danced, turned her on, then brought her to a level of awareness she’d never experienced before while they were in the kitchen.
Yes, tonight is the night, she thought with a smile.
She reached the CD player and selected the music.
She stood before him silently; legs spread wide, not wanting to say anything that would break the tension in the room. She could tell by the swollen bulge in his pants that the remaining candlelight flickering across the black leather suit had the desired effect.
The soulful sounds of the artist permeated the room, her signal to begin.
~ML~
Trevor watched as Tiffany began to rotate her hips from left to right with the beat of the music. At that moment, he realized the full extent of what Tiffany planned for him. The lighting was subdued to perfection, each flicker of remaining candlelight against her leather costume made him want to beg to see all of her secret places hidden inside.
His eyes followed Tiffany’s hands as they started to glide over the exterior of the black suit, touching thighs, hips and waist repeatedly. All the elements of an erotic dance were present, and he knew he was in trouble.
Tiffany’s hands moved to her breasts, around her neck and into her hair, which was hanging loose down her back, as she turned and gave him her profile. One of her hands found her breasts, while the other slid down her abdomen, disappeared between her thighs and played.
Tiffany’s eyes closed as she bit down on her lip. She had the look of euphoria, as if she were enjoying herself alone in a room. Trevor’s breath caught in his throat, and his heart beat forcefully in his chest as he watched Tiffany act out his personal fantasy before him. The dim lighting aided and intensified the vision. Up and down, her hand went as her wrist flexed.
Then she opened her eyes and gave him a brazen look.
However, unlike his dream, this was not a solo dance for her pleasure, but one intended to end in a partnership.
…I’d rather see your silhouette once the candles lit…
Tiffany squatted and his world tilted. Holding her hair at the crown of her head, she brought her body up right with slow gyrations. Then down again she went, this time coming up with the aid of one hand touching various places. Tiffany never took her eyes off him. The third time she went down, she released her hair, placed her hands on her stomach, rocked her hips and gradually rose as both hands slid down to the part of her body Trevor wanted most. Trevor could feel the head of his manhood swell and throb. He unbuttoned the top of his jeans for relief. He hadn’t felt close to going off in his pants from visual stimulation since he’d hit puberty. But he was damn near close now.
…hold me, baby…keep it coming, baby…‘til after the candles burn…
Once Tiffany’s body was erect, eye contact was lost as her hips executed several twists until she revealed the full expansion of her back to him. Seized by the desire to remove the outfit and run his tongue down the curve of her naked spine, Trevor stared at the arch in her back. He trembled with excitement when he heard the metal teeth of the zipper and saw the top become loose around her shoulders.
Tiffany’s hips continued to move sensually, rocking back and forth as she undressed.
Trevor watched her with expectation. Sweet heaven. Trevor moved his hand down to his crotch and adjusted the demanding bulge in his pants in an attempt to ease the tight fit. She relaxed her arms behind her back. Her shoulders danced a shimmy until the garment slid off her arms and dropped to the carpet. Trevor’s breath came out ragged as the head of his manhood swelled even more, something he would have believed to be impossible.
She gave him a saucy smile over her shoulder.
Snap, snap, snap, snap, swoosh! That was the only warning Trevor received before he was staring at Tiffany’s bare legs after she removed her pants—quickly. Trevor was impressed at his wife’s ability to execute a move that took a couple of months for professional strippers to learn. Tiffany’s hips continued to undulate as she stood before him in her knee-high boots and a sexy black thong.
Trevor wasn’t sure if his legs would hold him, with all of his blood having raced to his crotch in anticipation, but he rose and began walking toward the object of his affection.
Tiffany saw him coming and turned toward him. Trevor’s steps faltered. The soft sway of her bare breasts caught his eye. He was still mesmerized as she lifted her arms above her head, brought her body in contact with his and rolled her hips against his.
Trevor took a deep breath, trying to calm his heated body. He looked at his wife’s half-masked face, captured her hips and lifted her. Instinctively, Tiffany wrapped her legs around his hips as he moved toward the bed.
“Why, Mr. Wayne, wouldn’t you like to see the rest of the dance I’ve worked so hard to purr-fect?”
Trevor reached the bed, placed a knee down, and said, “Definitely. I’m just moving your stage and adding a partner.” He laid her onto the bed, stood and undressed without ceremony. He heard the intake of Tiffany’s breath as he revealed the extent of his erection.
He returned to the bed, opened her legs, advanced up her body, and rested his hips in the juncture of hers.
~ML~
Tiffany didn’t have to concentrate on the words of the song, or what she was doing.
Being with Trevor had become as natural as breathing. Her back arched as he touched her breasts, kneading and squeezing them until her nipples stood up and begged for attention.
He granted it. Tiffany moved her hands to his head as the heat of his mouth surrounded her engorged peaks. He suckled, flicked, and circled each one. When she didn’t think she could take anymore, he proved her wrong.
“Trevor...” Tiffany felt the lips of her sex swell and the moistness increase with every action of Trevor’s mouth.
Trevor raised his head, his pupils had constricted with desire and the intense look in his eyes ensnared hers. “Yes, call my name.”
He tilted his head and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Tiffany dueled with Trevor’s tongue as it slid into her mouth. The taste of him was rich and full. He ran his tongue under the inside of her lips and sent chills down her spine.
Giving her a parting nip, Trevor lowered, alternating between kissing and love bites down her body. He paused briefly, circled her navel with his tongue and sent waves of spasms through her body.
Trevor placed his hands underneath her thighs and took a firm hold on her hips. Her legs splayed wide, Trevor licked one thigh, then the other. Looking up at her, he said, “Now, show me those moves.”
Tiffany listened to the music of the next song and gave herself over to it. Her thoughts were on nothing but obeying Trevor’s request and pleasing him.
~ML~
Trevor watched Tiffany’s hips begin to sway to the music. He looked at the snug material as it outlined the part of her body he yearned to taste. He leaned forward and used his tongue to trace the edges of the garment. Trevor could smell the sweet musk. It was the scent of his woman.
Shifting aside the black cloth, he saw her swollen, glistening folds, then sampled the nectar of her womanhood.
Tiffany’s breath became labored as his mouth feasted on her. Trevor licked, nibbled and she moaned. He suckled, and her hands grabbed at the headboard. He flicked and she grasped the sheets. Trevor played with her clit, and she cried out. He desired to drive her wild as she had done to him with her enthralling dance.
The sheets pulled as Tiffany began to dig her stilettos into the mattress and bow her back off the bed. Trevor could see she was on the verge of an orgasm as her breath became erratic and her belly trembled. He gave her swollen nether lips one last parting lick. He wanted to have his member buried deep inside of her the first time she went over the edge tonight. He smiled with the thought of how many ways he planned to stimulate her until she reached her peak.
After he repositioned himself on top of her heated body, he placed one of Tiffany�
�s hands on his engorged sex. He gritted his teeth against the pleasure her hands caused as she gripped and massaged him.
Trevor placed his mouth next to her ear and asked, “What do you want?”
She lifted her hips and allowed the lips of her womanhood to give him the first kiss of love. “You, Trevor. You inside me.”
Trevor gave her the response she wanted and drove his shaft deep inside of her. Buried to the hilt, as Tiffany arched her neck, cried out and clenched the tight wet walls of her sex around him.
Hot. His manhood was wrapped in an inferno of sensations. He could feel every contraction she made around him. His wife’s body was smooth as silk where it touched and surrounded him.
Trevor looked down where they joined and connected. He was amazed to see Tiffany’s clit once again swollen and ready for another climax. A smile creased his face and excitement bubbled inside of him at the sight of his wife’s desire.
As he ground his hips, pressing himself against her stiff bud, Tiffany’s breath hitched, and her body gripped his shaft, confirming his belief.
Tiffany opened her eyes and looked at him, as her lips gave him a soft smile.
“That feels good, Trevor.” Her hands moved down his chest, and her thumbs brushed his nipples as they passed.
Exhaling a breath, he bit on his lip to keep himself in check as her body adjusted to his length. Spicy sweet. The scent of their bodies combining was an aphrodisiac to his senses, driving him wild. She was his wife and he craved to be inside of her like his lungs yearned air.
Feeling his wife’s body relax and her hips begin to undulate, Trevor started his task of taking them both over the edge. Tiffany wrapped her legs around his waist and eagerly met each thrust and grind of his pelvis. Their groans and moans of passion saturated the atmosphere. They were in harmony.
Her muscles quivered around him. Joining her was his aim. He lifted Tiffany’s legs to the top of his shoulders. The position granted them both maximum stimulations as he drove deep inside of her to reach his completion.
Tiffany cried out as she broke through the wall of pleasure. Multiple quakes of her body around his shaft caused Trevor to erupt into ecstasy.