Page 35 of Power Surge

“I understand that, Mess. I'm not demanding you step away from the responsibilities of this role. What I'm telling you is you're done making rash decisions that you think impact only you. Stop committing to trips or plans without consulting the security team, without talking tomefirst. You've preached that we need honesty and open communication to make this work. That's all I'm demanding in return.”

“Demanding,” I whisper. My lids flutter closed as those fingers stroke along the center seam of my pants, pressing right against my core. “I really like your demanding.”

A soft chuckle brushes along the sensitive skin of my neck. “It's not just your life on the line anymore. Mine is tied to yours from now until the end of me. If something happens to you, then they might as well dig two holes in the ground because I'll be right beside you.”

“That's drastic.” My voice trembles at the gravity of his statement.

“That's love.”

Filling my lungs with a full breath, I lean back to gaze up at his handsome face once again. Dark hair brushes against the naturally tan skin of his forehead. His strong jaw is lightly dusted with facial hair, indicating he wasn’t on duty today or it would be as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Long dark lashes flutter as he watches me taking him in almost like it’s the first time.

And it kind of feels like it is. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten this side of Trey, my Trey, all to myself. My heart swells with the flood of love I have for this man.

“I’ve missed this Trey.” I bite back my nervous grin.

“Me too,” he admits with his own look of uncertainty. “I won’t lie to you and say everything is solid. I'm not 100 percent, but I will be. Thanks to you, thanks to Tank and his crazy wife.”

I snort. “You got to see Sarah? I’m jealous. I miss that woman.”

“And I miss your tasty pussy.”

Before his words register, he drops to a crouch, putting his face eye level with the apex of my thighs where I sit perched on the desk. He pushes a hand against the inside of each knee, spreading my legs wide enough for his shoulders to wiggle between. My stomach clenches, my breaths quick pants. Eyes wide, I dart my focus from the closed door to his face as he presses close. Those dark lashes flutter as the tip of his nose brushes along the same path his fingers trekked moments before.

A desire-laced groan rumbles through the office as he inhales deeply. “I'm fucking starving for you, baby. Say yes. Let me eat my fill of you.”

“Not here. I can’t,” I plead, even though every inch of my panting soul wants to ignore the world-changing concerns that linger just outside those doors, waiting to weigh me down again, and let him do whatever the hell he wants with my more-than-willing body.

“Why not?” he says, his voice muffled from his lips pressed against my damp slacks.

I swallow back the yelp that snaps from my throat at the feel of his teeth nipping and tugging at the fabric covering my core.

“Um….”Wait. Was there a reason I said no? There's a good reason, right?I feel like there's a big legit reason why he shouldn't, but I can't think straight with his face between my legs.

“See, it's a great idea.” My eyes pop open wide at the sudden release of my snug waistband. Trey's light eyes twinkle with amusement as his deft fingers tug the zipper down. “Come here.” Gripping the front of my slacks and a fistful of panties, he tugs me to a standing position. Not breaking eye contact, he guides me toward the bank of windows and urges me forward. I stumble as he whips me around, putting my back to his chest. “Palms on the window, baby.”

“There are people out there.” My voice is weak, the words barely a rasp with the need constricting my lungs and throat.

“They can't see inside, Mess. Now, palms on the fucking window, and spread those pretty little legs of yours. You need this. I need this.”

All reason vanishes at the first swipe of his finger between my swollen lips. Eagerly I obey his orders. The warm glass suctions to my sweaty palms. I dig my bare toes into the carpet, fighting to remain upright as his hand slides along my slick skin.

My head lolls forward. Eyes hooded, I stare at his forearm as his hand moves beneath my gaping black slacks and hot pink lace panties. He positions a solid steel rod between my ass cheeks with a hard thrust. Arching my back, I grind my ass against his hard cock.

“Fuck.” The word is more of a hiss, his lips hot against my ear. “If I can't lick you, at least I can sink some part of meintowhat’s mine.” A sharp gasp passes my dry lips before morphing into an unladylike moan as three fingers plunge inside. I whimper, giving myself completely to the elation coursing through my veins. Those deft fingers set a fast, demanding pace, taking me closer to the edge. Without breaking the pounding rhythm, he rotates his wrist to flick my swollen bundle of nerves with his thumb.

Ignoring how I should act, my powerful title, andwherewe are, I ride his hand, grinding down hard, desperately wishing it was the hard cock currently bruising my ass.

“That's it, baby,” he murmurs into my hair. “Fuck my fingers. Give yourself to me.”

I groan and lean forward. The hot glass heats my forehead. A palm slips on the windowpane as I press against it, needing help supporting my weight as my knees wobble. Wet lips crush against the column of my neck. Blunt teeth skim along the tight tendons and my throbbing pulse. I squeeze around his thick fingers, thighs flexing as my short breaths stutter. Sealing my lips to hold back my cry, I shatter around his hand.

My knees buckle. I sink a few inches before I’m saved from falling to the floor in orgasmic bliss by a strong arm snaking around my waist.

Still attempting to catch my breath, I'm twirled around until the window presses against my back. Heavy lids fight to stay open, only to widen at Trey’s lips sealed around those three glorious fingers.

“Now,” he states after sucking every last drop of me off those long digits. “Go negotiate world peace. But you will not commit to anything without talking to me and Tank first. Understand?”

Unable to speak, I respond with a simple nod.

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