Page 73 of Obeying the Owner

I retrace my steps and sit behind my desk, sipping my coffee. I shouldn’t have kissed her in a public work area. Anyone could’ve seen us, and we’re lucky they didn’t. I need to exercise restraint if we’re going to keep this quiet for now. But that’s easier said than done when it comes to Maeve.

CHAPTER 18

MAEVE

I don’t know how we made it through the rest of the workday without laying our hands on each other. But we barely make it through the side door of Trey’s house before he’s on me, slanting his mouth over mine. His hands roam over every inch of my ass before he cups and squeezes each cheek. I taste his hunger and desperation in our kiss and echo it back. Our lips never parting, he walks me backward, picks me up, and sits me on the kitchen table.

His mouth slides across my cheek, his teeth nibbling on my earlobe. He dots warm, wet kisses down the side of my neck, making my toes curl. He grips my blouse, tearing it open. Buttons fly free, pinging the tabletop and floor.

I gasp. “Don’t ruin my clothes.”

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says, burying his face in my cleavage. He nuzzles his nose deeper, and his hair tickles my skin. I bury my fingers in the thick strands, urging him lower.

“Fucking gorgeous. Every inch of you.” His tongue swirls over the top of each breast before he tugs the cups down, exposing my nipples. He latches on to one, sucking and nibbling before moving over to feast on the other side.

“Lie back,” he commands, and I lower to the hard surface. He tugs my shoes from my feet, dropping them to the floor with a thud. His hands glide up the outside of my calves and thighs, lifting my skirt and they don’t stop until they hook in each side of my panties. Then his hands begin the descent back down as he removes the scrap of lace. He pulls out a chair and sits down, then places both of my feet flat on the table, giving him a clear view of just how eager I am for his touch. Feather-light, he traces a fingertip back and forth over my seam. “So wet for me.” His hands slip under my ass, raising me up. The intensity in his silver gaze is almost feral as he stares between my legs. “This pussy is mine.”

“Yes,” I husk, trembling with the need to feel his mouth on me.

His head lowers, and his warm breath wafts over my center. I take in a deep lungful of air and hold it, anticipating the first swipe of his tongue, but he moves over to nibble on my inner thigh. I feel his breath again as he passes over on his way to the other side. His teeth press into my soft flesh and then his lips soothe the sting.

“Please.” I’m about to beg some more when his tongue slices between my lips, dipping inside me. An unintelligible sound leaves me. I thread my fingers through his hair and clutch his head. His lips slowly trace over every inch of my pussy until my legs are shaking.

And when I feel as though I can’t take it any longer, his mouth wraps around my clit. His tongue gently flicks and circles, as if he could do this all night. But when my hips start to rock, he picks up the pace, driving me higher and higher until I shatter.

Trey rises, tearing at his belt and pants. I’m still trembling from my orgasm when he thrusts inside me. “Need this pussy,” he grits between clenched teeth. “Mine.” He growls as he aggressively proves his ownership of me. He slams into me a few more times and then his hips jerk as his own orgasm takes over. Every muscle in his body tightens before he slumps down over me.

“Jesus. I needed that.”

I laugh. “Me too.”

He raises his head. “I’ve missed you. Not just this but being with you. Alone.”

My hands wander over his back. “I know what you mean. I’ve missed you too.”

“We may have a problem, though,” he says. “I forgot all about a condom.”

I smile. “I’m on birth control.”

His grin lights up his face. “Best news ever. I’m never wearing one again.”

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Trey and I have effortlessly settled into our relationship over the past few weeks. We’ve kept our new status to ourselves aside from his parents and Gwen, and of course, I’ve told Lucy and Sheryl.

Sometimes, things in life feel like they’re just meant to be, and that’s how it’s been for us. I still make sure Gwen gets plenty of alone time with him, but she often wants to include me when they do things together.

Sitting next to Trey and watching him get a pedicure might be one of the highlights of my life. I didn’t realize his feet were ticklish until now.

He grits his teeth as the nail tech uses a large file to remove the calluses on his heel. He looks like he’s in pain, but he’s really fighting to hold back his laughter. I snap a pic of him with my phone to remember this moment, and Gwen giggles.

“Blackmail picture,” she says.

“Exactly. I’ll send you a copy,” I say, winking.

“Which color do you like better?” she asks, pointing between a bright yellow and a dark purple.

“I like the yellow. It’s happy.”

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