Page 38 of Enjoying the Ride

“And pray tell, how did you come to be in possession of such a grand fortune?”he teases me, tracing his fingers along my spine.

“Well, Iama lucky lady,” I explain.“You see, there are these handsome, hot men I’ve been living with.And well, they paid me a hundred thousand dollars for six months of work recently.”

“Oh really?”Trek growls, a gleam sneaking into his bright blue eyes.

I giggle.“Yeah.And on top of that, I got a big fat bonus at the beginning of a hundred thousand dollars too.Can you believe that?”

“You deserve it, baby,” Trek says easily.“For services rendered.For going above and beyond.”

Without warning, he leans over and nibbles at my ear.

“Trek!”I screech, the pitch matching that of the seagulls overhead.

“Oh, so now that you’re my—what did you call it—sugar mama—I don’t get to touch you whenever it might please me?”

He growls, a low, primal sound that sends a shiver down my spine.In one quick move, Trek’s grabbed me and pulled me on top of him, sand flying and legs intertwining.

“Hmm, but I do like my woman on top,” he says, nipping at my neck.

I giggle.“You’re ridiculous,” I sigh, but I return his playfulness with my own eager exploration.

For the next few minutes, Trek and I get lost in each other.Lips seek lips, hands grip hands, body presses into body.

When I finally sit up, albeit reluctantly, we’re both panting.And my man’s cock is hard and throbbing.

“Again?”I muse, giving the man a languid look.

He smirks.“What can I say?I’m insatiable when it comes to you.”

I laugh and shake sand from my long hair.Trek watches me, something unreadable flashing across his face.

“What’s that look?”I ask, surprised at his sudden intensity.

He tries to play it off with a shrug.“Just thinking how beautiful you are, that’s all.”

I raise an eyebrow.“Uh huh.And that’s it?”

“And how fun it would be to take you to Paris.”

I stop mid-shake and look at Trek, confused.“Paris?”I repeat.

“Yeah.Have you been?”

I shake my head.“No, but it’s been at the top of my list of places to go for years.”I turn my head to the side, studying Trek.“How did you know that?”

He grins widely.“I pay attention.”

“You mean you talk to Kelly,” I say in a wry voice.“She’s re-upped by the way.She told me that she plans on staying at Mirago for another six months.”

“Good for her,” Trek muses.“I know Kixson and Narax will be happy, no doubt about it.But back to us.So what do you think—should we head to Paris?”

I nod slowly.“That would be incredible,” I admit, taking his hand in mine.“And romantic too.I can pay for us to go.”

Trek grins then, a sly, shit-eating smile.

“What?”I demand.“Don’t tell me you have old fashioned views about a woman paying for things,” I say a little too hotly.

He holds up his hands in protest.“I didn’t say that,” he counters.“And if you really want to cover some part of the cost, I understand and appreciate the gesture.”

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