Lag (The boys of RDA #2)(62)

Trey eases his upper body back and lifts my legs straight in the air, holding them together, and then places them over one shoulder. I’m tighter with the new position but unable to move, so his hands rest on my hips and he pulls me closer with each thrust.

“Fuck, Simone, you’re so tight.”

I can’t form an answer with words but moan and clench my inner muscles against him. My hands move from their position on the bed and I grab on to each of his knees.

“You have no idea how much time I’ve spent thinking of this moment while at work. Every time you bend over I consider taking you right then.”

I moan again and push against him trying to line up our bodies again to reach the release I desperately need. Trey reaches down and takes one of my hands from his knee. Our fingers intertwine in the air and he grips me tighter before moving my hand between us.

“Touch yourself, baby.”

My fingers find my clit and I begin to circle. All the sensations flowing through me cause my back to arch and I close my eyes no longer able to focus on so much at one time.

“That’s it, Simone.”

My release builds in me and as I get closer to the end, my fingers rub faster.

“Harder, Trey,” I try to scream the words, but through my clenched teeth they come out at whisper level.

He hears me over my thundering heartbeat and begins to thrust harder. “Fuck, f*ck, f*ck,” his voice becomes louder with each word, and he lowers his head to take my lips in a kiss full of passion and lust.

His movements become jerky and the unexpected contact sets my release free. My back arches and my face tightens along with every other part of me as my orgasm flows through me. Through my haze, my inner walls constrict and his cock twitches inside me with his own release.

As he slows his movements, my back returns to the bed and I gasp in air to get my breathing under control. My eyes open and I watch Trey’s chest move in and out with his own labored breath. After a moment he pulls out and rolls over on the bed to lay beside me. Trey unrolls the condom and tosses it to the trash can I placed in the room only hours before.

I turn my head to him when he’s laid back down. “We are absolutely doing that again.”

Trey laughs at my declaration and then rolls to his side, scooping me up with him until my head rests against his chest. He pulls the covers we messed up over us and I snuggle in deeper. I plan to get up and visit the bathroom, but there is no way I’m going to miss out on this time with Trey.

The beat of his heart as it returns to normal combined with the remainder of his cologne relaxes me and I’m lulled to sleep.





CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE


My fingers hammer across the keyboard as I answer Melvin’s most recent email. It’s his third of the day and like all the others, he's marked it as high priority. This time he’s concerned with the light above his desk. It’s too bright. I no longer question why it’s been so hard for Finn and Trey to fill this position. Melvin. Between the utter boredom of having less than nothing to do all day and Melvin’s many needs, they’ve all gone insane. Finn suggested I bring a book, but at the time a part of me felt it would be wrong. Those feelings ended today.

“Melvin again?”

I pop my head up from my computer screen at Trey’s question.

“Yes, how did you know?” I narrow my eyes at him. I’d be concerned he’s tracked my email with all his techy knowledge, but he’s the one who sent me a racy email with pictures of what he plans to do with me tonight. I don’t think it’s a concern.

“I’ve noticed the volume of your typing is directly proportional to how scrunched up and distraught your face is. Only Melvin creates those responses in most people.”

I let out a small sound between a laugh and a snuff and shake my head at him. “So you knew about his particular behaviors before you hired me?”

Trey grins. “Of course I did. Why do you think all the other receptionists quit?” I open my mouth to retort, but he keeps going. “I knew you of all people could handle him. I mean you talked about all those rich *s you used to deal with. What’s one little Melvin?”

One of his eyebrows goes up with his question daring me to argue his compliment. The old Simone might have, but the new Simone knows he’d talk me around in circles until I forgot what we were arguing about anyway. I’ll make it easy on him…… this time.

New Simone shakes her head at him and lets it go. Sadly, Trey appears to assume he’s won some large victory from the increase of his smile. His dark green button down shirt is in his normal afternoon state of undress — the top two buttons undone with the sleeves rolled up. What's unusual is that it’s tucked into his Khaki pants. I lean over the desk space and check out the brown dress shoes on his feet rather than his normal brown hiking boots.

“Did you need something, boss?” I emphasize the boss part to remind him why I won’t be visiting his office for “fun times” as his most recent email suggested.

His forehead tightens. “Don’t make me fire you, Sim.”

I frown at the use of his nickname for me and go back to my email. “Some of us are trying to work over here. Melvin waits for no one.” I wave my hand at him in a shoo fashion, but he only laughs.

“Fine, but you’re coming home with me tonight.” He taps my desk with a knuckle twice.