Fire & Desire (Hero Series) (18 page)

Her head was spinning with excitement, and her insides bubbled
with joy.

Trevor’s hands captured her head, embedding his fingers in her
hair. He moved in but kept his lips a breath away. His eyes darkened. “I’m
sorry for hurting you, baby. I promise to do my damnedest never to hurt you
again.” His gaze searched her eyes. “I need to know you forgive me.”

Tiffany rested her hands on his forearms. “I forgive you.”

Capturing her mouth, he slid his tongue over her lips. Tiffany’s
mouth tingled as she relaxed and gave him access. He continued to tease her,
alternating between nips of her full bottom lip and licking it.

Tiffany didn’t know how much more she could take. She felt
starved. She needed Trevor inside her, in more ways than one. “Trev—”

Answering her request, he tilted his head and sealed their mouths
together. Tiffany feasted as his tongue entered her. Tongues twisted and dueled
in and out of one another’s mouths.

His arms wrapped around her, warm, comforting and strong. In one
swift movement, he lifted her and slid her across the back of the chair. Her
hips pressed against the top of the chair.

Their lips broke apart, and the sound of their heavy breathing
filled the room.

“Come home with me,” he requested.

Her body was on fire. She panted with need. Her feet dangled above
the floor as the top of the chair dug into her midsection. “I don’t think I can
wait that long.”

The question in Trevor’s eyes was evident as she pushed away from
him and off the chair. Stepping backwards, she never broke eye contact with him
as she reached the door and locked it.

Trevor stood up out of the chair. “Are you sure?”

Tiffany’s eyes dropped to the significant bulge at the crotch of
his vintage jeans, her nether lips began to pulse with expectation. “I think we
both are.”

“Come here,” Trevor commanded.

Tiffany obeyed eagerly. She moved forward, grabbed a fistful of
her sweatshirt and yanked it over her head, tossing it on the back of the
chair.

~ML~

Hot, damn!
His knees went weak, his mouth salivated and his body began to
tremble. The sight of the sheer pink bra cupping Tiffany’s breasts almost undid
him. Her chocolate kiss nipples fought against the restraining material,
begging for release.

Snap
. Tiffany stood before him, opening the button of her jeans.

Trevor’s eyes traveled down the supple flesh of her belly and
followed her zipper as her hand orchestrated the release of each metal tooth.
He dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled off her shoes. As the denim
slid down her legs, he tugged them the remainder of the way until she was able
to step out of them.
Beautiful and sexy.
He touched her calves, then
glided his hand up the silky smooth skin of her legs. He grasped her hips,
moved her body forward, placing a kiss on her lower abdomen above the top seam
of her matching panties.

Tangy, moist heat. Trevor inhaled Tiffany’s arousal. “I’m starving
for you, baby.” His hard shaft flexed against the constraints of his belt. He
physically adjusted, shifting his manhood to a more comfortable position.

He dragged his tongue across the edge of the scant material,
tasting her flesh from hip to hip. “Ahh…” Trevor could feel Tiffany’s body
begin to tremble against his tongue. Backtracking his path, he circled her
navel, then dipped inside it and removed her underwear from her body and
discarded them on the floor.

“Trevor, I need you,” she said shakily.

Leaning back, he looked at her face. Her lips were slightly
parted. The sound of her breathing, soft, rhythmic, matched the rise and fall
of her chest.

“You’re going to get me.” Trevor gave her a slight push, causing
her body to land in the plush leather chair.

Her eyes opened wide with surprise. A broad smile of anticipation
played on her lips.

Kiss swollen lips, full and sexy.

Trevor looked at Tiffany, capturing her gaze as he approached the
chair. He grabbed her by the waist sliding her bottom close to the edge of the
seat. Moving his hands down her thighs, he parted them. Still staring deep into
her eyes and smiling seductively, he lifted her legs to the arms of the chair.

No longer denying himself, Trevor feasted his eyes on the vision
of Tiffany’s glistening sex. Like a piece of ripe fruit, Tiffany was ready to
be eaten. His heart raced with excitement, and his engorged shaft stretched to
an almost painful length.

He used his thumbs to open the swollen lips at the apex of her
thighs. “Hmm, I want to indulge myself in you. Like my own personal Chai latte.
Rich and spicy with lots of cream.”

She gasped. Tiffany asked between strained breaths, “Who could
think of coffee at a time like this?”

Leaning in, he tasted the spicy nectar of her desire.
“Ah-ha…slippery wet silk.”

Excitement overtook him as his tongue flicked, stroked and glided
through the cream of her arousal. Masterfully, he slid it around the inside
crease, circling the aching bud, purposely not touching it.

Tiffany’s hips undulated toward his attentive tongue, as shudders
of pleasure caused her thighs and belly to flinch.

“Trevor, pl
eeease…
,” she said like a stage whisper in an
erotic play: husky, low and sexy.

Answering her request, he captured her firm nub in his mouth,
pulling it between his lips and suckling it.

He recognized the fierce bouncing of Tiffany’s legs. Her moans
were raspy and muffled, as if something kept it from coming out clearly.

Trevor refused to look up, nothing was more important than Tiffany
reaching her peak.

He knew what to do to take her there. Inserting two fingers inside
her warm center, Trevor tilted them at just the right angle to touch her
G-spot. The precise movement of his fingers accompanied by a few twirls and
flecks of his tongue catapulted Tiffany into an orgasm.

“Hmm, sweet honey.”

Tiffany snatched the sweatshirt down from the top of the chair.
Stifled cries came out as her body shook when her climax engulfed her.

As the final quakes erupted from Tiffany’s body, Trevor freed his
member, sliding his jeans to mid-thigh. One last sample of her sweetness, then
Trevor looked up and pulled the sweatshirt away from Tiffany’s face.

Wasting no time, he leaned back onto the floor. He gave way to the
weakness in his legs and hauled Tiffany down to straddle his lap.

“Ride me, baby.”

Tiffany gripped his throbbing erection with her soft hand. The
plush carpet was rough in comparison as it crushed under the weight of his bare
buttocks.

Feeling her stroke him from base to tip, Trevor blew out a
forceful breath trying to keep himself from getting lost in the thrill.

Tiffany slid the tip of his shaft over her wet core. Trevor
groaned.

She guided his manhood to her hot center, and with one swift
plunge, Trevor found himself embedded deep in Tiffany’s tight, moist heat. His
neck arched and his toes curled in his shoes.

“Oh, baby.” Breathless and rough, Trevor didn’t recognize his own
voice.

He squeezed her hips as she began to raise and lower herself on
his hard member. He found himself mesmerized by the bounce and sway of her firm
breasts. Gliding his hands up her back, he leaned her forward, capturing one of
her taut nipples in his mouth. Refusing to lose the deep penetration, Trevor
bent his knees and lifted his hips, driving himself into the snug seat of Tiffany’s
desire.

His beautiful wife dipped her back and tipped her hips in the air,
availing them both to the ultimate stimulation.

Their scent permeated the air. Breathing became ragged. They moved
in unison, pushing and bucking against each other, moving toward the goal of
completion.

His mouth released her breasts, allowing her to sit up and take
command of their speed.

Tiffany rode him hard.

Sweet ecstasy,
Trevor thought as he observed the lovely sight of his wife. “Touch
yourself, baby.” Trevor’s request came out on panting breaths. He was moving
with a building force toward his own orgasm.

Without question, Tiffany moved her hand between her legs.

Trevor delighted in the view of his wife pleasing herself. Her
eyes slid closed, lips parted in a perfect ‘O’, and her rhythm became choppy as
her progress headed for her second climax.

Captivating.
His wife’s hand continued to manipulate her own enjoyment, her
finger coated and glistening with her own juices.

Unable to take much more, Trevor gripped her hips. Rotating and
gyrating, he drove his shaft into Tiffany.

When Tiffany’s body convulsed and squeezed him into passion’s
grip, Trevor was powerless to stop his own release.

~ML~

Tiffany lay prone on top of his chest while his hands caressed her
back as the air cooled the light sheen of sweat on their bodies.

Her heart beat in rhythm with his, slowing down to its normal
pace.

“Your father probably needs to use his office sometime today.”

“Possibly.” Tiffany rested her elbow on his chest, propping her
chin in her hand. “You think they heard us?” The beginnings of a coy smile
twitched at the corner of her mouth.

Beaming a confident smile at her, his hand toyed with the wayward
strands of hair that had come loose during their interlude. “Not me…but I’m
sure they heard you the second time you climaxed.”

With no blush or shame, Tiffany playfully smacked his bare arm.
“Ha-ha, very funny.”

“It’s true. Now we need to get dressed and move this party to my
house.” Trevor swatted her on the butt.

“Ouch.” Tiffany laughed. She ground her pelvis against his
stirring manhood. “I’ll agree, since I know you’re
up
to the task.”

Trevor lifted her away from him, before he was tempted to go for
another round. The governor would never get his office back if they started
again. “That I am.”

He kissed her soundly on the mouth and stepped away from her. It
took him a few deep breaths and several adjustments to get his pants zipped
over his hardening shaft. While Tiffany made quick work of putting on her
scattered clothes, he cracked open one of the windows and allowed the crisp
breeze to air out the office, removing the subtle scent of their coupling.

Trevor walked over to her, holding his hand out. “Ready?”

“Yup.” Tiffany took it and smiled.

Trevor squeezed her hand and led the way out of the office.

Wallace was the first person they saw, seated on the steps beside
the office with a legal size yellow tablet on his lap.

As if nothing was suspect about them locked behind closed doors
for over an hour, Tiffany said, “Hello, Wallace.”

“Mrs. Wayne. Mr. Wayne,” he replied without pausing, inclining his
head to both of them.

Guess the right hand has been briefed,
Trevor thought.

“Where’s my father?”

Wallace stood with tablet and pen in hand. “He went to bed over an
hour ago. I’ll wake him in another hour. Anything I can assist you two with?”

“No. Just tell my dad I’ll call him later.” She never broke eye
contact with Trevor. “Make that, late this evening.”

“Will do.”

Looking over Tiffany’s shoulder, Trevor was impressed at Wallace’s
constant poker face.

Looking directly into Wallace’s eyes, so he understood his meaning,
Trevor said, “Thanks.”

Wallace gave one single nod of confirmation. “You’re welcome.”

As he and Tiffany left, Trevor had no doubt Wallace understood his
gratitude for standing guard at the office door, making sure he and Tiffany
remained undisturbed. Trevor wondered if the governor had put him up to it.

Eighteen

Tiffany moved away from her vanity, having added the last touch to
her make-up, a chocolate tinted nude lip-gloss. She was ready for Heritage’s
celebration party to welcome Computer Bytes. Today, she tolerated the spa staff
as they buffed, plucked, polished, scented and brazilianized her all for this
moment. Walking over to her cheval mirror by her closet, she checked the
finished product.

Trevor’s a computer whiz and business owner
. The thought still
caused little flutters of excitement and awe to float around her stomach.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Tiffany was delighted. The new
black cocktail dress looked incredible on her, just like the saleswoman had
proclaimed. The fitted bodice with horizontal sections of material hugged her
stomach and hips, enhancing her curves. The halter topped dress tied behind her
neck and dipped into a V between her breasts, doing a fabulous job of
accentuating them. A drop-waist, full chiffon skirt with handkerchief hemline
ending above her knees, finished it off.

It was the end of fall. The slight chill of winter’s approach
nipped in the air, but Tiffany braved the night with bare legs and a pair of
open-toe, black sandal heels with straps that went up her calves. Roman style.
She had bought them on a whim six months ago, never bold enough to wear them.
They didn’t “fit” in her father’s world, but they did in her and Trevor’s.

A small black Piquet handbag completed her ensemble. Inside, it
contained her car keys, slim two-fold wallet, a tube of lipstick and a pair of
underwear. Just in case they went to Trevor’s condominium instead of her house.

Nodding in approval, spiral curls swung and bounced around her
head. She’d spent half of her Saturday at the spa and beauty salon, allowing
herself to be pampered for the night’s events.

“I look good,” giving herself accolades, she grabbed a wrap and
headed out the door.

~ML~

“Trevor!” Tim Patterson greeted him at the entrance with a
handshake and a brisk pat on the back. “Welcome and congratulations once
again.”

Trevor took a quick look around at the thirty or so people
scattered throughout the hotel ballroom Heritage had booked for the
celebration. There was no sight of Tiffany or her father yet. Giving Patterson
his full attention, Trevor smiled and returned the handshake. “Thank you.”

Trevor and Tim made rounds through the party, making introductions
between the Computer Bytes crew and the Heritage staff.

After about forty minutes of mingling and cocktails, the band
began to play more upbeat music, and people started migrating to the dance
floor. Trevor finally had a lull in his evening and took the time to scan the
room with single-minded determination—to find Tiffany.

He spotted her coming from the coatroom. She looked sensational.
Her dress was purely erotic. The uneven hem around her knees gave flirtatious
peeps of her thighs as she walked.

Sassy curls surrounded her head, keeping her hair off her
shoulders, allowing a clear view of her back. Trevor held vivid thoughts of
Tiffany and the dress for later that night. His fantasy included her leaving
her shoes on.

“Yeah, erotic as hell,” Trevor mumbled to himself.

Her father walked in behind her. Seeing Tim, the Governor spoke
briefly to Tiffany then kissed her on the cheek and walked away to his long
time friend.

Perfect
, Trevor thought as he approached her. It had only been hours
since he'd crawled from between the sheets with her, and he wanted her again.

“Hello,” Trevor said in a suave way that used to make a room full
of women scream.

Tiffany pivoted toward him, the smile on her face breathtaking.
“Hi, ba—”

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced, but my name is
Trevor Wayne,” Trevor cut in.

Her eyes lit up with understanding of the game. “I’m Tiffany Selina.
It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne.” Extending her hand to him, she gave him a
sweet smile, the one she gave the loyal party voters.

Trevor’s grasp of it was gentle. “Trevor. I know who you are, Ms. Selina.
I’ve admired you many times in the news standing proudly beside your father.”

Tiffany was subtle as she slipped her hand from his, continuing
her role. “Tiffany. That’s very kind of you, Trevor.”

“Tiffany,” he paused allowing her name to settle on his tongue,
“may I ask you a question?”

“Maybe.” She tilted her head, curls dangling. “It depends.” She
paused for effect, adding, “Trevor.”

“On what may I ask?”

“Whether it’s personal or not.”

A low chuckle slipped past his lips. “Only slightly. Working with
your father so diligently, do you ever get any time for yourself?”

A coy smile played on her lips. “Yes, Mr. Lew—”

“Trevor.”

“Trevor.” She paused again for impact, licking her lips.

Heat spread into the crotch of his pants. Trevor watched her chest
rise and fall as she inhaled.

“I do,” she finished.

“Could I be lucky enough that this is one of those times?” Trevor
dropped his voice, allowing his words to touch her like a caress. “Tiffany.”

“You’re in luck,” she said breathlessly.

“Then may I have this dance?” He held his hand out once again to
her.

Tiffany placed her hand in his and allowed him to lead her as
Jamie Foxx’s

Unpredictable
invited them to the dance floor.

Trevor found them a space among the other celebrators. He was
impressed with Tiffany, who moved fluidly.

Her hips swayed, arms swung, shoulders shimmied, legs shuffled and
feet stepped.

Tiffany didn’t miss a beat of the music. Just like in the bedroom,
her moves accompanied his well.

Trevor danced alongside her, executing a few moves that allowed
him to whisper in her ear. “You can invite a sister to the White House, but you
can’t take the
sistah
out of her.”

Eyes bright, her smile widened on her face, Tiffany tossed her
head back and laughed.

~ML~

“Hi, sweetheart.” The governor kissed Tiffany on the cheek when
she and Trevor approached him at the end of the night. “So did you enjoy
yourself, Trevor?”

Between work and being with Trevor, she hadn’t had time to speak
privately with her father all week. After their conversation earlier in the
week, she had no reason to think he had a problem with them, but she wanted to
be sure. Tiffany watched her father. This was the first time he had witnessed
her and Trevor together as a couple.

“Immensely, sir. My team and I are excited about the contract, and
by the end of the month, we’ll have assessed Heritage’s system and business
structure and be ready to roll.”

Trevor wrapped his arm around her waist, and she turned her body
into his. She was no longer afraid to show the world how she felt about him.

“That’s great.” Her father gave them a smile of approval. “I’m
glad to see the two of you have worked things out.”

She looked at the man she loved, pride radiating in her smile. “So
am I, Daddy.”

“Are the two of you heading out?”

“Yes, sir. Looks like a good time; things seem to be winding
down.”

“We’ll see you on Sunday for dinner, Dad.” Tiffany stepped out of
her cocoon with Trevor and embraced her father. “Thanks, Dad.” She placed a
kiss on his cheek

Her father gave her a bear hug, like he had when she was younger
and needed his support. “You’re welcome, Tiff-bug.”

Warm heat spread across her cheeks at hearing her childhood
nickname. Her father’s final mark of approval.

“Good night, Daddy.” Tiffany stepped back and grabbed Trevor’s
hand.

“Good night, you two.”

Hand in hand, she and Trevor headed to the coatroom.

~ML~

“What’s your fantasy, Trevor?” Tiffany stood in the doorway of the
bathroom in Trevor’s condo bedroom. Her only apparel—the Roman style strappy
black sandals.

Trevor turned at the sound of Tiffany’s approach, facing her in
the process of unbuckling his black slacks, prepared to drop them to the floor.
Her heart rate sped up as she witnessed his hands clutch the sides of his
gaping pants’ waistband.

Allowing her eyes to roam down his body, she smiled at his toes
peeping out from underneath the hem. Tiffany admired the view. Trevor was an
exceptional man, in many ways.

Her vision devoured all of his physical attributes. Being around
him, she knew he worked out an hour and a half every day, faithfully, except on
Sunday. His devotion showed in broad shoulders, strong ripcord arms with
bulging biceps and a set of pecks that pulled her like a magnet toward him to
touch.
A chocolate dream.

Stepping forward, she placed her hands on his warm chest. Her
hands moved of their own accord, kneading the firm muscles, her body close
enough to feel the energy and heat generating between them. Her nipples became
taut in response.

Leaning in, Tiffany kissed him. Tiffany took the initiative and
mastered his mouth.

Tracing his sexy lips until they parted, she angled her head to
the side and delved her tongue inside, sealing them together. Trevor’s tongue
joined hers in the oral love play as the chase continued in and out of each
other’s mouths.

Breathing laboriously, they stood staring at each other, taking
needed gulps of air.

The first to move, she slid her hands down the rippling muscles of
his tightly packed abs.

Tiffany looked into his light brown eyes and saw his pupils
constricted. Still winded, Tiffany whispered, “I don’t believe you answered my
question, Trevor.”

“True Lies.” His speech was grated and labored.

Her forehead pinched into a frown. “Not quite the answer I
expected.”

Eye contact was lost as Trevor’s gaze moved across her body in a
caress. When he locked his sight on the seat of her womanhood, each breath she
took became strenuous to execute.

Not deterred by her shock, Trevor continued, speaking deep and
husky. “You know the part in the movie where Jamie Lee Curtis is at the hotel
posing as a call girl. Arnold Schwarzenegger is the client sitting in the chair
asking her to dance for him?”

“Yes,” Tiffany said breathlessly. She’d never considered the movie
sexually stimulating, but with Trevor’s eyes still holding the intimate part of
her body captive, it was near erotic. Her sex swelled and pulsed.

“He just sat there in the shadows and watched her as she moved in
the light alone.”

Trevor looked intently at her as their eyes reconnected. “Men are
voyeurs by nature.” He shrugged a single shoulder. “To me, the thought of the
woman I love pleasuring herself as I watch…hmm.”

Wet.
Tiffany’s own heated wetness pooled at the apex of her thighs when
Trevor’s words painted a mental vision of his fantasy in her mind.

“We’ll have to see what we can do about that fantasy one day, but
right now I have a fantasy of my own to live out.” Tiffany grabbed his pants
from him, letting them slither down his legs to the floor; his boxer briefs
followed quickly behind them. “Lay down, Trevor.”

Without question, Trevor obeyed, centering himself in the middle
of the bed.

Wasting no time, she crawled onto the bed beside him, seating
herself beside his legs.

Reacquainting her hands with his body, Tiffany glided them all
over his upper torso, feeling the light sheen of perspiration on his body as
her fingers waltzed down his stomach, pausing only a moment to circle his navel
before moving on.

Tiffany heard the catch in Trevor’s breathing as she placed her
hand on his engorged, steel member.

“I guess I’m not the only one your little story awakened.”

“I’ve been aroused since you walked into the party.”

As she began to massage his staff from base to the top, his voice
broke. When she squeezed the tip, he groaned. She enjoyed her power over him.

Trevor’s chest heaved. “Too much of that and you’re going to find
yourself in trouble.”

“Let’s see how far I can go before I push my limit.” Tiffany bent
at the waist and glided her tongue around his swollen head. She dragged the
back of her tongue across its opening, licking his essence. Drawing the crown
between her lips, she gave it the attention of her mouth while her hand gripped
and stroked his length.

“Tiffany…baa-by…” Trevor’s body arched and trembled.

Taking his mumbling pants as a request for more, Tiffany widened
her jaw and lowered herself, taking as much of his thick shaft as she could
into the moist recesses of her mouth.

Trevor’s fingers clutched the sheets as she caressed and suckled
him. Tiffany reveled in the enjoyment of giving him pleasure.

~ML~