Page 145 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
My legs fell open as I stared down at him, watching the way his eyes zeroed in on my needy flesh. He didn’t waste time, didn’t torment me for long before he leaned in and kissed my clit. My hands fisted in the comforter when the warm rasp of his tongue caressed the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Like Troy, I didn’t know what Trent expected when he left us alone together, but for some reason, I didn’t think he would mind. In fact, I was sure if he was here with us, he would’ve been interested in watching the way Troy’s wicked tongue worked me into a frenzy.
“You taste so good,” he growled, warm air blowing over my sensitive flesh.
“Troy … please…”
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you need.”
“I need your mouth on me. Your tongue … I want you to make me come.”
The man certainly wasn’t shy and that was a good thing considering his skill would be a total waste if he was. The man’s mouth was sheer perfection, the way he flicked his tongue over my clit, then delved lower, thrusting inside me. He alternated until I was panting and moaning. When I tried to lift my hips to get closer to his mouth, his hands landed on my belly and he held me there.
This time, when he focused all his attention on my clit, I knew his intentions were to make me come. I tried to ride it out, loving how good it felt, but it didn’t take long before the dam broke and wave after wave of pure pleasure slammed through my body as I came.
Trent
WALKING OUT OF MY OFFICE and hearing those erotic sounds coming from my bedroom was one hell of a way to end a business meeting. While I could’ve walked in on them—whether to join or merely watch—I had opted to give them a little privacy, slipping back into my office. Although this time I kept the door open.
Oh, sure, I wanted to be part of it, but I also knew when it was appropriate to mind my own business, and at that point in time, it felt right to leave them be. So, instead, I had started looking over the notes Clarissa had sent regarding the contract with Chatter PR Global. I had a few questions I wanted to run by her and only one revision. It appeared I would have to hold my questions until they were finished.
After a quick skim of the pages one more time, I found myself looking forward to this change. While I knew I couldn’t leave acting indefinitely, this was something I could get behind. Having Troy with me, I felt as though I’d be able to accomplish damn near anything. And should Clarissa take the job here, everything would be perfect.
However, I had to consider what would change if she opted not to. I would support her regardless, even if that meant residing in Dallas permanently. I would make it work if I had to construct a damn building and house the Chatter PR talent agency out of it. In fact, I would do whatever it took to ensure that the three of us would be together permanently.
I loved them. That was the bottom line. I’d never been in love before, but I was now and oddly, it didn’t scare me the way I’d expected. Sure, I felt somewhat out of control, but I’d learned a few things this week. A few very important things.
When the soft moans and cries coming from my bedroom died down, I waited patiently, checking my email. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps in the hallway.
“Oh, crap. I didn’t realize you were done already,” Troy said when he stopped in the doorway.
I turned in my chair and smiled his way. “How would you? You were otherwise preoccupied.”
He blushed, and I found the sight quite fascinating. From what I’d heard in that room, Troy the submissive had taken a brief vacation. And Clarissa, ever the sweet submissive, had enjoyed the hell out of it.
“Did you … uh…”
“Oh, yeah.” I smirked. “I heard. It sounded enjoyable.”
He blushed a little more. “It was.”
“Good. I figured I’d give the two of you a little privacy.”
“So, you don’t mind that we…?”
“That you what?” I took great pleasure in forcing Troy to complete his thoughts.
“That we …” He glanced down the hall then back to me. “That we were together without you.”
“Not at all. Why would I?”
“I don’t know. Because you’re in charge.”
That was the thing. I was in charge. I knew it on a deep level, but I also knew that I didn’t have to control every single move they made. I had my hands full with everything in my life. I didn’t want submissives who needed me to hold their hands and walk them through every minute.
