Page 20 of Power Switch

Tank shoots me a knowing look. “We're not blind, Randi. He's a good-looking man who will probably be around a lot over the next few months. Add in the fact that you two connect on a different level than you and Benson here because of the law school stuff, and it's a concern for him. It's one more thing on his mind, something else for him to worry about when it comes to you. Not only is he worried about your safety—even more so now that Birmingham has a target on your back—but now he has to worry about some other man encroaching on what he considers his.”

“Yeah, I mean, he's attractive and all, but he's not Trey.”

“You say that now,” T says on a groan as he stands and stretches his thick arms above his head. “But what about when you're spending hours on end together as you piece together the evidence needed to impeach Birmingham?”

“I already said I wouldn't,” I state, but even I don't believe it.

T winks. “We all know you will. Just go easy on my boy here is all I'm asking. And fight for him. He needs to know you're all in too.”

The soft leather gives beneath my elbow as I push up to a half-sitting position. Trey's eyes remain closed, his lips slightly parted. Reaching up, I stroke a fingertip along his hairline and down his strong jaw. With his features soft in sleep, I realize how stressed he's been lately. The faint lines along his forehead are gone, the tick of his jaw not there. He looks younger, softer. Still sexy as fuck, but without the stress of the world resting on his shoulders.

“How long do we have before we need to head back?” I whisper to T without taking my eyes off the sleeping Trey.

“You're the boss. You tell us.”

“Give us thirty more minutes.” I flick my gaze to T and nod to the door. “Alone.”

Lips pursed to suppress his smile, T nods and turns to leave.

Once he's out of the condo, I turn my full focus back to Trey. The silky strands of his dark hair slide through my fingers. Guilt eats at my gut. I should've been more understanding of the stress he's under instead of focusing on my own issues. Plus he wouldn't even have all this extra stress if it weren't for me coming in and interrupting his perfect life.

Leaning close, I press a soft kiss to his full lower lip. Kissing along his jawline, I slide a hand down his hard chest, along his trim waist, and lower to his muscular thighs. A soft groan pushes past his lips as I trail my fingers up and down his inner thigh, my knuckles purposefully skimming against his crotch with each pass. His eyes blink open, those honey brown orbs meeting mine instantly.

“Mess,” he says, voice gritty from sleep.

I don't respond, just continue stroking. A sharp hiss pushes through his teeth when I latch my own onto an earlobe, nibbling before sucking it between my lips.

“Where's Tank?” he asks as he grips my waist like a lifeline.

Cupping his straining erection over the thin material of his slacks, I give him a tight squeeze. Lips against his ear, I whisper, “Outside. It's just you and me, Trouble. We have thirty more minutes as a normal couple. Enough talking.”

He grumbles a curse before tugging me across his lap until my hips straddle his own. Hands on his shoulders, I stare down at him as I grind my core against him. My eyes flicker closed at the contact. He dips a hand beneath my T-shirt, his calloused palm scraping up my stomach before wrapping around a breast and squeezing almost to the point of pain. I hiss in pure pleasure at the feel of his fingers dipping into the bra cups.

Releasing his shoulders, I snag the hem of my long-sleeve T-shirt and tug it over my head. A small whimper passes my lips at the loss of his warmth as he unclasps my bra. A quick tug at the middle slides the straps down my arms.

A hot hand presses between my shoulder blades, urging me lower. The cushions beside his head give as both my elbows sink into the chair. His teeth nip at a pebbled nipple. Digging my fingers into his hair, I press my hips lower, desperate for friction as I rock against his straining cock. The seam of my jeans adds to the fabulous resistance. Again Trey presses, this time against my lower back, urging me to grind harder against him.

“Fuck, baby,” he says, kissing the valley between my breasts. “Get your jeans off.”

On trembling arms, I push off the chair to stand. Hooded eyes watch each move as I undo the top button of my jeans and slide the zipper lower. Wetness pools between my thighs as he strokes himself over his pants.

“You're still dressed,” I say, my voice husky with desire.

With a mischievous smirk, he stands and begins to unbutton his dress shirt. Shrugging out of the sleeves, he tosses it to the floor before working his belt free. My mouth waters, heat soaring through my veins as his pants and underwear drop to the floor.

“You're too slow,” he says as he steps out of his pants and toes off his socks.

I swallow hard as I take in his naked body. Lean muscles twitch and flex beneath his naturally tan skin, showing off the strength beneath.

Trey takes a step, closing the distance between us. My lids flutter closed as his warm palms wrap around both cheeks, delicately cradling my face. Heat trails in their wake as he slides his hands lower, down my neck and over my shoulders. A whimper escapes when he pinches both peaked nipples simultaneously.

My heart thunders in anticipation. Back and forth, Trey trails a finger along the top of my jeans, dipping low where the button and zipper are already unfastened. I gasp, my hands shooting up to grip his bare shoulders, when he dips his hand deeper and plunges a finger inside my slick core without warning. My lip sinks beneath my teeth as I attempt to keep my noises to a minimum—who knows how thin these walls are.

I rock my hips against his hand, sending zaps of pleasure sparking through me each time my swollen bundle of nerves hits the heel of his palm. A cool waft of air brushes against my heated skin when he withdraws.

“Trey—” I gasp, my next words forgotten as I'm scooped up in his arms. My arms around his neck, he strides across the living room. His soft lips crash against my own, which immediately part at the insistence of his tongue as he consumes me whole.

The hold beneath my ass eases as I'm lowered to the floor, my toes barely touching a rug before my jeans are ripped down my legs. He lightly shoves my shoulder, and I fall backward, landing with a gasp on top of a bed. Breathless, I take in the room as he tugs my jeans the rest of the way off before climbing up the bed.

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