Page 124 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
I broke the kiss and stared down at him as I pulled my hips back, then thrust them forward.
He groaned, a deep, rumbling sound that made my balls draw up.
Yeah. This wasn’t going to last long.
Never taking my eyes off his, I claimed Troy in a way I’d never claimed anyone. I didn’t merely fuck him. I gave him a part of my soul as I drove deep into his body. He pulled at the restraints, moaning as I impaled him over and over again. As much as I wanted his hands on me, to feel him touching me, I loved seeing him like that. Completely at my mercy.
Shifting back to my knees, I pressed one hand down on his thigh, the other wrapping around his cock, as I slammed into him over and over again. I jerked him in rhythm with my thrusts, holding back because I wanted him to come.
“Fuck … Master … Oh, fuck.” Troy threw his head back as his cock jerked in my hand.
I let him ride out his orgasm before I released his dick and focused all my efforts on fucking his ass.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Milk my dick. I’m gonna come in your ass. Is that what you want?”
Those dark chocolate-brown eyes were peering up at me and I saw something in them that hit me square in the chest. It made me feel wanted in a way I’d never felt before and I latched onto that, my brain overloaded as my body took over. I came with a roar, stilling as my cock pulsed deep inside him.
Only one word fell from my lips as the orgasm rocked me to my very core.
“Mine.”
TWENTY-THREE
Clarissa
“CAN YOU MEET ME FOR lunch?” I asked as soon as Mercedes answered her phone.
I had only slept for a few hours after Troy dropped me off at home, but I’d had the decency to wait until morning before I called my best friend. It didn’t matter that she would’ve talked to me no matter what time I called. I reminded myself that it wasn’t always about me.
Apparently, Mercedes noticed the neediness in my tone because she responded with a hesitant, “Is everything all right?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know. But I need to talk. If you can’t meet for lunch, can I just come over?”
“Yes,” she said easily. “Come over to the condo. I’ve got a call I have to make, but I’ll be finished by the time you get here. I’ll have brunch delivered.”
“Thanks. I’m on my way. I’ll be bringing my bodyguard.”
“Zeke?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell him to bring Tank,” she said sweetly.
Evidently my friend knew Zeke rather well. I wondered how that had come about.
“I’ll tell him.”
Once I hung up the phone, I crawled out of bed and pulled on shorts and a T-shirt. I couldn’t bring myself to get all prettied up. I felt like shit so it wouldn’t have mattered.
When I came out of my bedroom, I noticed the house was empty. I headed for the back door. I smiled when I saw Zeke throwing the ball to Tank. The man was so freaking big, so ridiculously intimidating, it was almost eerie to see him playing ball with his dog.
He must’ve heard me because his head turned.
“I need to go see a friend of mine,” I informed him.
With a single whistle, Tank came running to Zeke’s side.
“What friend?” he asked, making his way up the steps to the house.
“Mercedes.” I rubbed Tank’s head as he came through the door. “She said for you to bring Tank.”
He smiled and I found there was a sweetness in it. Again, not something I’d ever expect to see on his face.
While Zeke grabbed Tank’s leash and his portable water bowl, I grabbed my purse. A few minutes later, we were in his car, heading out of my neighborhood. As I rode in silence, I felt a strange pain in my chest. I knew it wasn’t anything physical or alarming, but it was still there, nonetheless. It had been there ever since I walked out of Trent’s apartment during the wee hours of the morning.
I was trying to take Troy’s advice, to spend some time thinking about my options, not simply overreacting because Trent had hurt my feelings. And that was what it boiled down to. Trent had called me out and I was revolting against him by running away. At least I was woman enough to admit it.
To myself.
And to my best friend.
However, I wanted to talk to my closest friend about what had happened between me and Trent last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said. I definitely deserved it, but I had to wonder why Mercedes had never said anything to me before. If Trent noticed my actions, surely, my two closest friends in the entire world had noticed.
And, of course, I also wanted to get her thoughts on the job offer and the possibility of me relocating to Chicago. Regardless of my relationship with Trent, I still had to make a decision about that. A grown-up decision. Based on rational thought. Not emotion.
