Page 194 of Treason's Temptation
Treason got his wish, and our son was becoming harder to hide behind unique silhouettes. The fashion blogs loved my outfits, eagerly waiting to see what I would wear next. They had a hard time picking a favorite because there were so many to choose from. Every day was filled with one appearance after another. I had grown accustomed to the attention, but going all day nonstop like the Energizer Bunny with a small melon in my stomach was a level of difficulty I hadn’t seen before.
Finally, after a full day, we were headed home. Treason rested in the back with one of my feet in his hand, and an iPad in the other, when Ward parked along the curb.
“I need a minute with my sister.” Treason didn’t speak, at least not in a language I knew, but Ward knew what that look meant. “Blue’s safe. I got her.”
I found myself seeking approval from Treason. He climbed out, and Ward watched through the window.
“Keep an eye on him. Tre needs something that only you can give him right now. He has too much pride to ask for it, so youhave to give it to him. He’s shown up for you, now he needs you to show up for him.”
“You just said a whole lot of nothing.”
Ward grinned.
“It’s not my story to tell. When his head is on straight, he’ll do it himself. Just be there for him. He’s under a lot of stress right now.”
“Is it about?” My words trailed off, unsure if I should finish. If Ward didn’t know, he didn’t need to find out from me.
“It’s not about Winston. He doesn’t care that much. You do me a solid and I’ll do you one back.”
“Fine, what’s in it for me?” I asked.
“A peace of mind so you can stop worrying about him. He’s not in love with Danielle. He doesn’t regret you keeping the baby either. Now go take care of my boy. He needs it before the debate.” Ward turned around and unlocked the doors, bringing our conversation to an end.
Putting my shoes back on, I climbed out and ventured upstairs. When I stepped off the elevator, I came out of my heels, processing our conversation. Ward trusted me with an intimate part of himself and Treason. Walking down the hallway, I paused in front of his office, expecting to find him behind his desk.
Instead, I found him sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, his tie loosened but still clinging to his collar like it had something to prove. He didn’t look up when I knocked, announcing myself.
“You can let me have it tomorrow. Not tonight, Vie.”
I stood between his gapped legs, itching to soothe the part of him that stayed braced for war. Instead of telling him what he knew, I slid the tie from his neck and pushed his shoulders back so I could unbutton his shirt. He was too drained to do it himself, so I took care of it just like Ward asked me to.
He finally looked up at me, eyes sharp and tender. His hands came up slowly, resting on my hips like he didn’t want to speak, whatever this was between us.
“Let me take some of the weight. I got you.”
He chuckled, breath hot against my throat. “So you’re studying me now?”
“EvenJordanneeded the other four players on the court. Stop trying to be a one-man show.”
That was all it took. His mouth found mine, and all the heat and restraint shattered on impact.
“Are you one of those people, Blue?”
Treason kissed me before I could answer. Not like he gave a damn anyway. His lips moved across my body slowly, like he was relearning every curve and scar. I didn’t know whether to cry or beg, but I let him lead.
Nothing was strategic about how he pulled me closer or how his hands roamed with purpose. His tongue danced with mine like I was the only thing in the room that made sense. Unzipping my dress, he peeled the fabric off like it offended him that I’d been wearing it all day.
It was just us. Stripped of our clothes, and for once, Treason wasn’t calculating his next move. Pushing him back on the bed, I got in position, curling my fingers around his dick, keeping my eyes on his face. Despite whatever was going through his head, Treason was still him, and I wanted him tofeel thatagain.
He took in a sharp breath while my hands moved up and down his shaft in slow, steady strokes. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, so I leaned forward, lapping it up with my tongue.
“I need you on your game tomorrow night. Give it to me.”
I took him in slowly, the way he liked. Tongue first. Gentle pressure. Deep, wet devotion. His fingers tightened, jaw flexed, and he leaned back slightly, breathing through it. I could feel thetension he was holding in his thighs. His chest. The way he was trying not to collapse.
A true lesson about being careful what you wish for, Treason gripped the back of my head, guiding me to follow his command. I dragged my tongue up his length, watching him close his eyes in appreciation of my talent.
“That’s my girl. Take care of me, Blue.” Taking him between my lips, I sucked down the smoothness, Treason’s eyes wide, captivated by the sight of his length disappearing.
