Page 22 of Bit's Bliss
“There are ways he could’ve done it fraudulently.”
Fraudulently? God, this kept getting worse. As much as I didn’t want to believe my dad would do something like this, how else would he have been able to sell it? “I’m going to be sick.”
“Err, do you?—”
“Sorry, not literally.”
Trevino snuggled me close, and I rested my head on his shoulder. Being in his arms felt so good. If the shit swirling around my life would go away, I’d be happy.
“There was one other thing Brix said that I need to tell you.”
“Oh my God. What else has my dad done?”
“It’s about your former fiancé. My brother said he might’ve had something to do with your dad merging with the consortium.”
I wriggled from his arms and sat up straight. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Do you think it’s possible he could’ve been involved?”
I rested against the sofa and took a deep breath. “Given everything else you’ve told me, I wouldn’t be surprised.”
Trevino held out his arms. “Come back here.”
“Gladly.” I nestled against him and buried my face in his chest. “I’m sorry about this.”
He leaned away, put his finger on my chin, and raised my head. “What do you have to be sorry for?”
“All this drama. I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to take me home right now and never see me again.” From the corner of my eye, I saw his hand flex at the same time his expression darkened.
“Do you really believe I’d do that?”
“No. I mean…I don’t know what I mean.”
“Given everything we’re talking about, I’m going to allow you one more warning. But, Eberly, the next time you disparage yourself that way, there will be consequences.”
I shuddered when, instead of fear, desire made my heart pound. “What kind of consequences?”
His eyes scrunched. “I’ll punish you.”
“How?” I whispered.
“I haven’t decided yet, but I guarantee you won’t like it as much as you’re thinking you will right now.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking?”
“This.” Trevino moved the blanket and brushed my nipple with his hand. “Your breath quickening and the way your eyes look. And if I put my hand between your legs, your pussy would be wet for me. Am I right, Eberly?”
“I’m not sure. You should?—”
Before I could say another word, his hand cupped my bareness and he dragged one finger through my folds.
“Drenched.”
“Trevino, God, please,” I begged. I wasn’t even sure what for, only that I needed something more.
“Is that the way you ask?”
I trembled under his touch. “Please, sir?”
