Chapter 7 #2
“She gets home, she barely has energy to get our boy settled before she’s asleep herself,” I quote back to him, word for word, as it is ingrained in my mind.
“Oh, no. Baby. It does sound awful like that.” He sounds sympathetic, murmuring at me like I’m a wounded animal.
His grip tightens as I try to wrench myself away.
“Honey. Baby, listen to me.” I shake my head in denial because this entire conversation sucks, and I hate it, and I hate him, but I don’t, and that sucks too.
“Paige.” He shakes me a little, and I finally meet his beautiful gaze.
“I was talking about why I look tired. I wasn’t complaining about you. I promise.”
“That sounds like a complaint to me.”
“It was meant to be an explanation.”
I scoff, then quote my second favorite part I overheard. “It feels like she’s drifting away from me.”
“Shit, I did say that, didn’t I?” he asks, the missing guilt from earlier now coating his voice.
He closes the distance between us and gathers me into his arms. I reluctantly allow it, wanting to know what he has to say and desperately wanting to put this bump in the road behind us.
“I realized I was getting off track and stopped as soon as it registered. I’m sorry, baby.
I know it was crossing a line with that comment.
” He nuzzles into my hair, like he’s always done, and this time, I let him.
“That was so not cool, Trevor.” I settle more fully into his arms and take in his comforting scent, my nose digging into his neck. He stiffens, then relaxes beneath me.
“I know. I swear to you, I don’t view her as the cliche young, attractive assistant.
She’s just my assistant. My mother was giving me a hard time about how welcome Krista felt in the company.
It’s easier to keep her happy. You know that.
” His hands drift to my back and begin to rub up and down in gentle, teasing strokes.
I scowl at what he’s saying. His mother is impossible to keep happy. Krista is practically a replica of Kennedy Whitaker. Of course she wants them spending more time together. But … “Do Bobby and Krista work together?”
I lean back to see Trevor’s brow furrow. “Not in the way that Krista and I do, but we’re all in the same office.” He readjusts me until he grunts and lifts me to sit on top of the counter. I’m not sure I appreciate the grunt.
“Well, your sister is worried about Bobby’s fidelity.”
“Oh, Jesus. Paige, we’ve talked about Bethany so many times. I know you two are friends, but you might need to stop taking her at her word.” Frustration rolls through me, but I squash it down.
“I just think it might be a good idea for you to keep your eyes open. I don’t trust either of them, and I don’t think I’m comfortable with you and Krista sharing closed-door lunches all the time.”
Trevor steps between my legs and tucks a curl behind my ear, then chuckles when it pops right back out. “I love you, baby. Nobody can replace you. You have no reason to worry.”
“That was so uncool, Trevor.”
He leans in and takes my mouth in a hard kiss, cupping my face between his warm hands.
He releases me and backs up. “It’s only you.
Always only you.” I lean back up for another taste of his lips.
I completely relax in his hold, my body melting against his as he kisses me again.
His hands drift down to my legs, and he groans into my mouth.
“I’ve told you what these shorts do to me.
” He runs a finger along the inner seam, accidentally on purpose, skimming between my thighs.
“I wore them on purpose.” I tilt my hips up and wrap my legs around his hips.
“Hmm.” He leans back and watches his finger drift to the side, pulling my shorts with it. “Naughty wife. I see you don’t have any underwear on.” I shake my head to remember our conversation.
“I need you to promise me.” I gasp out when he finally makes contact. “Don’t put yourself in a situation where I would even question it. Please, promise me.”
Trevor presses his lips to the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “I promise.” He trails kisses down my neck and lower, but I grab his face and tilt it up to my own.
“I’m serious, Trevor. This time, you stopped yourself, so don’t let there be a next time.”
He gives me a lazy, heated smile and guides my mouth to his.
“I promise. You have no reason to worry.” He whispers this against my mouth before drifting his lips down once again.
“Jesus, Paige. I miss you, baby.” He ghosts the words across my skin, and I miss him too.
This man doesn’t just have my heart; he is my heart.
“We need to take this to our room because I need to be inside you.” He slides his finger into me and glides it up against my inner wall, making me clench around him.
“I need to feel close to you.” Trevor kisses me again, taking it as the permission it is.
His hands guide my legs more fully around his hips, providing pressure exactly where we both need it.
“Need. A. Locked. Door,” I say between kisses, grinding against his erection, my hands moving restlessly between us.
He grips my thighs and pulls me off the counter.
He readjusts his hold until he’s kneading my ass, fingertips gliding underneath, tormenting me.
His breathing picks up while my body moves instinctively against his.
My mind moves from fuzzy confusion to sharp desire.
I want my husband—now. Trevor shuts our bedroom door firmly behind us, then spins us around and pins me against it.
“Fuck, Paige. You keep grinding your hot little body on me like that, and I’m going to embarrass myself.
” I whimper as he shoves my shorts to the side and starts rubbing my pussy.
“Oh, you’re so wet for me already.” He pulls me in for another kiss before spinning us and dropping me onto the bed.
I bounce once and keep my eyes on his as he starts to strip.
When he whips his belt through the loops, I shudder.
I pull up to my knees and reach for his pants as he throws his suit off and flies through, undoing his shirt.
I slip open the button and pull the zipper down, my mouth watering for a taste of my husband.
Impatient, I reach in and pull out his hard, thick cock.
I lick my lips at the precum already gathered at the tip.
“Fuck, it does something to me when you look at me that way.” Trevor glides his fingers into my hair and pulls it back, tilting my head back to look up at him.
With his other hand, he grabs his dick and begins to stroke it with firm, sure jerks.
His tongue glides across his lips, and I’m lost in the moment with him.
Intimacy has never been a problem between us.
“Trevor, please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for—to suck him? For him to finish fingering me? To fuck me?
He grins, knowing the display is making me crazy for his touch.
Frustrated, I back out of his hold. My pregnancy is making my breasts bigger, so I feel them bob with their heavy weight when I rip the shirt off and toss it to the side.
His eyes go hazy when they zero in on my nipples, and his hand tightens on his erection.
I pinch one and moan at how wonderfully sensitive it feels.
“Jesus, Paige.” His voice is low and ragged.
I release my nipple and struggle out of my sleeping shorts until I’m naked on the bed.
I pinch my nipple with one hand while, with the other, I put two fingers in my pussy.
I throw my head back and moan. Just as I hoped it would, this makes Trevor snap.
He falls to his knees and drags me down to the end of the mattress, rips my hand away, and replaces it with his tongue.
I thread my fingers through his hair and tug him closer, lifting my hips to meet the thrusts of his tongue.
He replaces his mouth with his fingers and glides up my body until he can pop my nipple in.
He licks and nibbles, then sucks while his fingers move more ruthlessly inside of me. “Come for me, Paige.”
“No!” I cry, wiggling in his hold.
“No?” His voice is confused for only a second when he realizes what I want. “Oh, you want to come on my cock.”
I nod, body taut with need, which he swiftly and brutally corrects with a sharp thrust. I detonate around him, but he’s fucking me hard into the bed.
One hand grazes my neck, making me clench around him harder before he settles it onto the bed beside me.
“You feel so good around my cock, Paige. Come on it again and let me fill you up.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head as the build ratchets up.
I tug him deeper and abandon myself to the pleasure of loving my husband.
I tense around him when he angles his thrusts and slaps his hips harder against my own.
“There, right there. Right there.” I close my eyes and tilt my chin up, only for Trevor to drag it back down.
“Look at me when you come on my cock, baby.” I look at him, my beautiful husband, eyes blaring with carnal heat and passion. I come with a long, low moan, and Trevor follows me, sinking into me with a rough buck of his hips.
Trevor’s satisfaction glows on his face when he cups my cheek in his hand. He takes in my sleepy, sated face and kisses me on the forehead. He says to me softly, but with iron solemnity, like a vow, “Only you, baby. Always only you.”
I close my eyes at the intensity of his words and take them in. This is my husband, the love of my life.
It’s not until later, as I’m lying in his arms while he softly snores against me, that the image of the office flashes through my mind again, taunting me with what I’m missing here.
I think my husband believes he’s being honest. I’m just not so sure that he is being honest with himself.