Baby Love(28)

"Not a problem at all baby."

He reached into the pocket of his suit trousers and pulled out a foil-wrapped condom. I was surprised but not shocked. I found his lips again with mine, tasting him and feeling his fingers bringing me to rapid pleasure. This was so naughty but so damn hot!

I heard the zipper of his fly go down. He backed away from me momentarily, tearing the condom packet open and rolling the condom down the length of his very erect shaft.

He was ready and so was I. He scooted me to the edge of the table, placing each of my legs around his hips. He had pulled my skirt up around my waist. His hand guided his hard erection into my womanhood gently. He teased me a bit going in and out very slowly but not fully. I wanted the full length of him inside me.

My hands clutched his butt pulling him in deeper. Finally he buried himself fully into me. I moaned softly with the pleasure it gave me.

"Mmmm, that feels so good Trey," I said rotating my hips in a circular rhythm.

"Do you like this baby?" he asked rocking slowly back and forth inside of me.

"Ummm . . . yes," I said feeling the head of his penis massaging my sweet spot again and again.

I was quickening and Trey knew it. He wanted to prolong our pleasure. He stopped his gentle thrusting and I whined in protest.

"Easy, baby," he crooned softly to me. "We aren't in any hurry here are we?"

"Please Trey?"

He started rolling his hips against me once again and his gentle thrusting in and out of me. My hips gyrated as I leaned back against the table, moving my legs up to his shoulders. I knew he liked it.

"God Tylar," he rasped, his momentum now picking up as he buried himself into me deeply.

His in and out thrusting was becoming stronger and stronger. I matched him thrust for thrust feeling the swell of my climax ready to peak. Trey was moaning now. He stopped suddenly and I felt his penis throb inside of me as it pumped his climax. It was the tiny push I needed to give way to mine. My uterus contracted in response, squeezing him over and over again as I came with him. We both moaned softly with the sweet pleasure of our orgasms.

When I got back to my work area the wall clock read 3:45 p.m. I had only been gone for thirty minutes hopefully Leah would not think that strange. She was on a call with someone so I finished up the data inputs in Mr. Harmon's schedule then sorted the incoming mail, date-stamping it in and distributing it.

I wondered how Susan was doing with her three o'clock interview with Sheila Bradley. Susan had referred to her as 'Nurse Bradley." She probably liked the idea of a registered nurse being Preston's babysitter. It really wasn't a bad idea at that. Susan could fill Trey and I in on all of the details at dinner. It was no small task interviewing for babysitters, especially with the criteria that Trey and I had outlined with her.

At five o'clock Leah and I cleaned off our desktops and filed any remaining file folders away. She took off telling me she would see me in the morning. Her surgery was scheduled for Wednesday morning so tomorrow would be our last day together until she came back after surgery. I called Trey's phone and Tonya answered.

"He's on a phone call Tylar," she said. Her voice sounded strange, somehow distracted.

"I'll take a note into him that you called down here. Why don't you sit tight until he comes by to get you okay?"

"Okay," I said, puzzled by her demeanor and her choice of words.

Why wouldn't she have just said she would have him call me as soon as he was off the phone? I picked up my Blackberry to call the apartment. I hadn't thought about the fact that Susan had been busy with interviews and caring for Preston all day. I wanted to see if she wanted Trey and I to pick up something for dinner. Maybe she would feel like going out to eat. That might be nice on our part to take her out for a nice dinner.

The landline in our apartment rang and rang; finally the automated voicemail picked up. That was strange. Maybe she was changing the baby's diaper or something. The interview had to be over by this time.

Just then Trey appeared in the office area. His face was ashen and his expression was if it was etched in stone. It reminded me a little bit of that dream that I had where Trey looked like a statue. This wasn't a dream however.

"Trey? What is it?" I asked, a feeling of fear and panic slowly seeping in.

"Tylar, we have to get to the hospital now," he stated firmly.

"What? Why? What happened? Oh my God," I was starting to shriek.

"Did something happen to Preston?"

"No - it's Mom."





CHAPTER 10



I didn't recall the drive to the hospital. I wasn't even sure which hospital Susan had been taken to for treatment. Trey had not said much at all only that he had received a called from the police indicating that his mother had been taken there by paramedics; her condition was underdetermined at this point. There would be detectives there to interview us once we arrived he had said.

"Where is Preston?" I asked Trey.

"I'm sure she was either left with a neighbor or is at the hospital with Mom," he responded calmly.

"Someone at the hospital is likely looking after her until we get there."

"What kind of accident or injury happened to your mom?"

I'm not sure but let's please hope and pray for the best okay?"