Page 61 of Power Play

Gripping the hem of my long-sleeve T-shirt, he slides it up, exposing my stomach. Both hands slide into his hair, gripping chunks at the press of his wet lips just below my belly button. I suck in a breath and hold it as the tip of his tongue traces the skin just above my pants. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, he tugs them an inch lower, repeating the same path with his tongue. Lower and lower my pants drop. My pulse races through my veins, and heat builds beneath my skin.

“I'll never get enough of your scent.” His lips move against the sensitive skin above my mound. “It's even hotter knowing how wet I'll find you.” Light brown eyes flick up, meeting mine. “And I've barely touched you. Tell me, Mess. Do you want me to lick it up?”

Oh fuck, that’s dirty.

And oh, oh so hot.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Eyes still locked with mine, he nips at my skin, grinning. “Say it.”

“I… I…,” I stammer. “I want you to… want you to lick it up. Fuck, please.”

“Good—” His next word snaps off. I stumble back as he bolts from the couch. I blink, eyes wide, staring at the gun now in his hand. “Get behind me.” I hastily duck behind him, my back to the wall, and tug my pants up. “Grab hold of my jacket and don't let go, you hear me?”

“What's going on?”

“Someone is at the door,” he says over his shoulder as we move across the room. “They tried to get in, but the key didn't work.”

I gasp. If T hadn't suggested I change my locks last week for increased security measures….

I shriek and jump backward, tugging Trey with me, at a pounding on the door.

Trey shoots an unamused glance over his shoulder and down to me.

“What? I didn't go to spy school. I'm nervous.”

His brows tug together. “You do know the difference between the Secret Service and the CIA, right? You might not get my vote if you don't.”

I give his jacket a sharp tug and glance to the door that's now shaking from the constant banging on the other side. “You're going to vote for me?”

He shrugs and turns to face the door, but I catch a hint of a smirk on his lips before he does. “Maybe. Now let’s see who's knocking, shall we?”

Gun aimed at the door, Trey inches closer and rests his free hand on the deadbolt.

The fabric of his jacket bunches under my tightening fists.

With a quick flip of the lock and a tug on the doorknob, he swings around, blocking the opening with his body.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Trey bites out. His back muscles tense beneath my fists.

Still unable to see, I push to my tiptoes and peer over his shoulder.

“Seriously?” The building anticipation drains from my taut muscles, leaving them heavy and lethargic. Grumbling under my breath, I turn on my bare heels, shuffle back to the center of my condo's living room, and fall into a chair. “What do you want, Shawn?”

“Out of my way, rent-a-cop.” Shawn shoulders past the fuming Trey and steps into the living room. In slow motion, Trey turns from the door, shoulders tense, his furious gaze following Shawn's every move.

“Watch it, Shawn,” I bite out. It's one thing for them to make fun of me, but my friends? Hell no. “That man can smoosh that narcissistic, smug-ass look right off your ugly face. Not a smart move to piss him off.”

Shawn's eyebrows rise a fraction, but the Botox in his forehead prevents them from climbing higher. “Is that so, Trailer?” The shock morphs into his signature smug sneer. “Been getting close to the help, have we?” Delicate fingers pop the button of his suit jacket as he folds onto the couch. “I'd say that's beneath you, but we both know there's not much in this world that is.”

Trey's features darken as he takes a menacing step toward the asshole sitting on my couch. I hold up a hand, stopping his advancement.

“As lovely as this all is, what the fuck do you want, Shawn?”

He chuckles, smoothing out the front of his pristine blue dress shirt. “Make sure you're all set for tonight.” His ice-blue eyes flick up to mine. “I am your trusted advisor, after all.”

“Forced advisor, never trusted,” I point out. “And yes, I'm ready. I was reviewing the potential questions one last time when you tried to get in.” I narrow my eyes. “When did you get a key?”

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