Page 144 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
Troy’s deep voice sounded in my ear. “He’ll be back, I promise. He was here when I woke up.”
I shifted, cuddling closer to him. “Does he have a problem being in bed with us?”
“No. He said he had to make a call. Something about the resident Dom position in Dallas. He said he wouldn’t be gone long.”
Well, at least he had an excuse this time.
I squeezed Troy and sighed. I remained like that for a few minutes before lifting my head to look at Troy.
“Good morning,” he said softly, a sexy grin pulling the sides of his lips up.
“Good morning.” I smiled, admiring the sleepy look on his handsome face.
I laid my head back on Troy’s chest, enjoying the gentle thud of his heartbeat. I moved my leg so that it was covering his and I inched closer. He was so warm, and he smelled so good and there was something distinctly soothing about being here with him. Perhaps it was the way his fingers combed through my hair, sending tingles along my scalp. I briefly wondered … had I handled the situation differently the last time we woke up together, would things have been different? Would I have been able to avoid the pain I’d endured and caused these past nine days?
My mind drifted back to last night, to the things Trent had said, to the reaction he’d had to me showing up. I wasn’t the type to ask for punishment, yet I’d openly admitted I deserved it. The look in Trent’s eyes as soon as I’d muttered those words was exactly what I’d hoped for. He and I had a connection on a much deeper level and it became stronger when I willingly submitted to him.
“Can I ask you something?” Troy’s deep, rumbling voice pulled from my random thoughts.
“Sure.”
“Is this how it usually feels?”
I lifted my head so I could look at him. “How what usually feels?”
He offered a partial shrug. “The morning after when you’ve … uh … been intimate with two people?”
I smiled. “Well, for one, I’ve never been intimate with two men at the same time until you and Trent. And since I was the one to sneak out on you last time, this is new for me.”
His dark eyes narrowed. “Regardless of how that turned out, I’m damn happy to hear that.”
“Happy?” I laughed. “Why would that make you happy?”
Troy lifted up, forcing me onto my back as he shifted onto his elbow. He was staring down at me and I noticed his eyes dropped to my lips a time or two. “I like knowing that I’m your first for something.”
I smiled. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” His eyes lingered on my mouth for a little longer that time.
“Well, I like knowing it, too,” I whispered, then lifted up and closed the distance between us.
I had absolutely no clue what it was about Troy that I connected with on such a deep level, but there was something there, something that drew me to him, that made me want to lay myself bare—emotionally and physically—and trust him to take care of me.
“I’m not sure how this works,” he said softly, his lips brushing mine. “I’m not sure if I’m supposed to wait for permission from Master … or if I can simply do what I want to do.”
“Which would be?” I twined my fingers in his hair. It was so soft beneath my fingertips.
“To trail my mouth over you.” He pressed light kisses to the corners of my mouth. “To taste every inch of you.” More kisses. “To feel your clit pulsing against my tongue as you come in my mouth the way I did yours last night.”
I moaned, unable to hold it back.
“Personally,” I said softly, “I don’t know how it works, either, but I think it’s safe to say Trent wouldn’t have left us in bed together if he didn’t want any of that to happen.”
Troy leaned closer, his tongue sliding over my lower lip. I opened my mouth and met his tongue with mine. Passion blazed instantly as he sucked my tongue into his mouth, making me moan as the kiss deepened.
Although Troy was submissive when it came to Trent, there was absolutely nothing submissive about the man right now. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew exactly how to go about getting it.
“Can I taste you, Clarissa?” His voice was a smooth, dark rumble. “Can I lick your pussy and make you come with my tongue?”
I groaned as my clit pulsed with the promise of those dirty words.
“Yes.” I tilted my head back when his lips trailed down to my neck. As he worked his way lower, I ran my hands over his shoulders, feeling the muscles shift and bunch as he inched down my body.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he said when he’d made his way between my thighs. “Let me see how pretty your pussy is.”
