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TASHA

“ P lease tell me this jet lag is kicking your ass too.” Josie groaned over the phone later that night.

“I’m exhausted.” Partly because of what she said but Trevor was to blame for the other part. Josie didn’t need to know that, though. Not yet.

I wanted to tell her everything, but I held back. This thing between Trevor and I was too new to tell anyone. A part of me wanted to keep us a secret for as long as we could before anyone else interfered.

It wasn’t like I didn’t trust Josie. I trusted her with my life. But I also knew she would march right up to Trevor and demand what his intentions were. She’d make sure he treated me right. And I fully planned on letting Josie loose on Trevor but now wasn’t the time.

For now, I wanted it to be just us two. So, if that meant keeping it from Josie, I would. Even though she’d be pissed at me when she found out. I just needed to know if the feelings between Trevor and me could really become something.

“Maybe next time we stay in the same time zone.”

I chuckled at her words. It was her idea to go to Whitsunday Island in the first place.

While Josie chatted away over the phone, I got started on my laundry as I waited for my takeout to come. I was too tired to even think about cooking.

As soon as a knock sounded on my door, a weird noise came through the phone. It only took a second for me to realize what was going on. I could hear Wyatt saying something in Josie’s ear, followed by a soft whimper. I made a disgusted face.

Opening my door, I was greeted by Trevor, holding two to-go bags.

“Thank God,” I said by way of greeting, motioning for him to come in. Trevor looked at me with raised eyebrows as he closed my door behind him.

Josie’s whimper turned into something louder, making me want to gag.

“Okay, well I’ll talk to you later, Jo. Have fun.” Not even waiting for her response, I hung up. “Disgusting,” I muttered with a shake of my head.

“What was that about?”

“I think Josie and Wyatt were getting it on while I was on the phone with her.” Trevor just laughed before I said, “Next time you can be on the phone when they do that.”. Wanting to get the conversation off whatever Josie and Wyatt were doing, I looked at the bags in Trevor’s hands.

“Twice in one day. Are you secretly an Uber Eats driver?”

“It’s my side gig.” He grinned. “I actually ran into the delivery guy when I came up the stairs.”

When Trevor left my office this afternoon, neither of us had said anything about seeing one another tonight, but I was glad he showed up.

“And you brought food, too.” I noted two different names on the bags. One from the Chinese place down the street and one from Chick-Fil-A.

“Didn’t know you already ordered something.” Trevor shifted his weight on his feet, seemingly embarrassed.

“Well, I, for one, am starving. There better be some fries in there.”

“Obviously.”

Grabbing a bag from him, I led him to my living room. My place wasn’t as big or nice as Trevor’s. It was just a two bedroom apartment with a more open floor plan. My kitchen opened up to a little dining area and the living space. The two bedrooms were off to the left of the kitchen down a short hall.

I wouldn’t say my place was a mess, but I did have stuff scattered around. I did like to keep things clean and organized but as soon as I had my own place, I made it mine. I put the decorations I wanted, even if they didn’t match. It wasn’t as glamorous as my parents place but I didn’t need it to be.

Growing up in my parent's house—well, more like a mansion—things were kept immaculate. The place was always meticulously decorated and everything had a place. A maid would come and clean the house every week until it was immaculate.

It wasn’t a homey house. No part of it screamed that a loving family lived here. We only ate at the dining room table a handful of times and only if clients came over. More often than not, I ate alone in my room.

I told myself that when I got my own place, I would make it the way I wanted. I would make it feel like a home. And I did.

“You know, if you keep bringing me food, I just might fall in love with you,” I spoke over my shoulder.

“Maybe that’s my plan.”

It was working .

“Sorry for dropping by unannounced…again.” I didn’t think I could ever be mad at Trevor for just dropping by.

“Don’t be, I’m glad you did.”

I'd never had a guy bring me food or show up without having to be asked. Part of it was me. I always kept guys at arm's length, not fully letting myself be open. The other half of it was the men I dated. They were never the type of guys you’d fall in love with and marry. I knew that, which was why I picked them.

But I was tired of the meaningless guys. I wanted someone who showed up, or wanted me for me. Just like the man standing in my kitchen right now.

I was a little self-conscious about having Trevor in my apartment. I couldn’t remember the last time a guy was over, but Trevor wasn’t just some guy. It wasn’t lost on me that one of the star players for the Toronto Knights was showing up at my door and bringing me food.

I may not have been the biggest hockey fan, but even I knew that Trevor Hall was a big deal. Since Wyatt and Bryton were off the market, Trevor was now considered the most eligible bachelor on the team. Countless times, I'd walked past billboards with his face and abs, hearing girls go on about how attractive he was. I knew for a fact tons of women would have killed to be me.

“So, tell me,” I said once we had eaten a little. The TV played mutedly in the background. “What do you do when you aren’t at practice or playing hockey?”

I was always curious what they did in the off season or in between games. There was only so much practice and working out you could do. Although, they did get paid enough to never have to work another day in their lives.

“You wanna know if I have a side job?”

“Yep. Are you secretly a stripper? ”

“With a body like mine, I could be.” He gestured to his abs.

“It’s not that spectacular.” I rolled my eyes at him, eating another mouthful of noodles.

“I recall you saying differently just the other night.” He raised an eyebrow at me. Damn him and his nice eyebrows.

“Nope. Wasn’t me.” I shook my head, putting my food on the table.

“Oh, it wasn’t you that pushed me onto my back and proceeded to lick my abs?” At his words, my face heated. I knew my cheeks were bright red from the smirk on Trevor’s face.

“Pig,” I muttered, kicking his leg. His hand grabbed my foot faster than I could retract it. “Don’t you even dare!” I tried to wiggle my foot free when he brought his hand up to it as if he was going to tickle me.

“Admit that my abs are delicious,” he threatened with his hand inches from the sole of my foot. I narrowed my eyes at him as he smirked at me.

“You can’t threaten me.”

“Are you sure about that?” He brought his hand closer, causing me to squirm. Okay, maybe he could but he didn’t need to know that.

“Yep.” I stuck my chin out but kept my eyes on his hand.

“I don’t believe you.” While his hand didn’t move, his other hand cupped my ankle, his fingers softly stroking the skin. He was purposely distracting me. “Let's hear it.”

“Never.” I tried to act tough.

“Fine. Have it your way.” Before I could say anything else, he started tickling my foot.

My whole body jerked and a very unladylike squeal came out of my mouth. “Trevor!”

He kept a tight grip on me as he continued. I fought against his hold until I managed to kick him in the chest hard enough that I sent him to the floor with a loud thud.

Breathing heavily, I sat up, looking down at him as he laid on his back, eyes closed.

“Trevor?” When he didn’t respond, I moved closer. “Trevor?”

Noticing that the table was moved a little to the side, I jumped off the couch.

“Trevor!” Oh God, what if he hit his head on the corner of the table? Starting to freak out, I stood over him, hands moving around, not really sure what to do. “Trev—” I was cut off when a pair of hands grabbed the back of my calves, yanking me down.

I landed on top of him, straddling his waist, hands on his chest. A mischievous smirk appeared on his face as he looked up at me, his hands moving to rest on the tops of my thighs.

Seeing that he was perfectly fine, I slapped his chest.

“You asshole! You made me think you were hurt!” I continued slapping him while he just laughed underneath me. “You’re so mean.”

“Well, I got you where I wanted you, didn’t I?”

“You could have just asked!” I glared down at him, trying my hardest to ignore the hard muscle under my hands and the thing that pressed itself against me through my shorts.

“If I asked you to do something, you’d do it?” His tone changed as he stared up at me. His grip on my thighs tightened just slightly. I knew what he meant as my chin dipped in a slow nod.

“So, if I asked you to straddle my face you would do so without hesitation?” My eyes widened. “You’d sit on my face as I eat your pussy?” His words were crude, but I couldn’t deny the zing that went straight to my core.

The thought of doing that had me soaking wet. The image that popped into my head made my hips move unconsciously. I hadn’t even noticed they swirled over him until a sharp smack on my ass jerked me out of my thoughts.

“Yes or no, Sunshine.” The command in his voice made me bite my bottom lip.

“Yes.” The word left my lips without a second thought. The hand on my ass squeezed, followed by a low hum in Trevor’s throat.

“Take off those little shorts that have been teasing me all night and come sit on my face.”

“Right here?” I gestured to my living room.

“Yes.” God, that demanding tone of his was going to be the death of me.

“I…”

He must have seen the slight hesitation on my face. “You’re in control here, Tasha. I might ask you to do things, but if you aren’t comfortable you say no and it all stops. Understand?”

I had noticed that he didn’t do anything unless I gave permission. That alone meant more to me than anything else.

“Understand.”

“Now, don’t make me ask again.”

That did it. I quickly got off his lap, moving to the side so I could take my shorts off. Those intense eyes watched as I hooked my thumbs in my shorts. I made a show of bending over until my shorts pooled around my ankles, gracefully lifting my legs out. The small tank top I had on did nothing to hide my lacy underwear.

The way Trevor’s eyes moved up my legs, darkening at the sight of my red panties, made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. He looked seconds away from pouncing on me. It made me feel….powerful. Wanted.

I knew Trevor told me what to do, but I was the one in control. After everything that happened, I needed it. To know that I could stop at any moment, and he wouldn’t be upset.

Trevor never once looked away as I peeled my underwear down my legs. I could tell he was holding himself back as I took my time, his eyes lingering on my legs in a way that I loved.

“Get over here.” Trevor’s voice was hoarse.

I had never actually done this before. I'd always been in a missionary position when I was with a guy. So as I went to straddle his head, I wasn’t entirely sure what to do or where to put my hands. I tried my hardest not to let my thoughts distract me from the moment.

I hovered above him, my bottom lip between my teeth, thighs flexed to keep me up. Trevor’s hands grabbed my thighs.

“Never hover,” was all he said before he yanked me fully down. My hands grabbed the side of the couch in surprise, a squeak leaving my lips.

Everything ceased to exist the second I felt his tongue touch me. My eyes rolled back as I gripped the couch like my life depended on it. There were no words to even begin to describe what coursed through my body.

My hips moved on their own, my pussy grinding on his face. The thought that I was practically suffocating him was shoved out the window as he grabbed my ass, urging me to grind harder.

My moans filled the room as Trevor hummed below me, clearly in no rush for me to get off. One of my hands left the couch, reaching down to grab his head to pull him even closer. Every groan from his throat vibrated against me. His tongue went from my clit and back down every few seconds. My wetness moved across his face as I shamelessly rode him.

It didn’t take him long to get me to the edge. Not after the way he teased me at his place yesterday and this afternoon in my office. Pretty much all I could think about all day was Trevor. Of this moment.

My release hit me faster than ever before. No sound left my mouth as I came all over his face—head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, thighs shaking.

Feeling the swipe of a tongue on my clit, my whole body twitched, and my eyes snapped open. Slowly, I untangled my hands that had a death grip on Trevor’s hair. One second, I was sitting on him, and the next, I was lying on my back on the rug. My head whirled from the orgasm. So much that I wondered how he flipped us so easily.

Trevor hovered above me, the look on his face prideful. His hair was sticking up where I gripped it, his face had a glossy sheen, even his beard, but it was the look on his face paired with the way he touched me that had me arching underneath him.

I almost felt like I should have said something, but I had no words. All I wanted right then was to feel him inside of me. Trevor brought his thumb up, rubbing it across my bottom lip. Before he could pull it away, I wrapped my lips around his thumb and sucked. The groan that left his mouth had me smiling around his thumb as I grazed my teeth against the pad.

“On your hands and knees.”

It took a second for my mind to catch up.

“I said,” he pulled his thumb from my mouth, “on your hands and knees.”

I didn’t even hesitate in sitting up, grabbing the hem of my tank top and pulling it off, those dark green eyes of his staring through me.

I barely got to my hands and knees before he was grabbing my hips and yanking me back roughly. Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed he didn’t even take his pants fully off.

A tight grip on my hair yanked my head back, arching my back even more, my ass perfectly raised in front of him. He quickly spanked me, emitting a moan from deep in my throat.

“You have no idea how bad I wanted to bend you over your desk earlier and fuck you,” Trevor whispered in my ear as he bent over me, wedging himself between my legs. I could feel his hard cock pressed against me. Could feel just how hard he was. “To make you moan so loud that everyone in the building knew what I was doing to you.”

I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough of his dirty talk. The way his voice got all husky and low.

“And then to see you answer the door in those tight shorts. You would have given the delivery guy a little show.” I wiggled my hips back against him as he spoke, making his grip tighten on my hair and hip.

“You are mine, Sunshine. You’d do well to remember that.” Those words had me groaning, bucking my hips again.

Trevor wasted no time in slamming his cock right into me. The force knocked the breath from my lungs, making me grip the rug as I stretched to accommodate his size.

He felt so good. Like he was meant for me.

Once again, I circled my hips, earning a hiss from behind me. Another smack landed on my ass before Trevor started thrusting. This wasn’t sweet and slow. No, it was fast and rough. Exactly what I wanted.

“Good girl,” he said above me. “You’re taking me so good.”

His provocative words were more electrifying than anything I’d ever known. Everything with Trevor felt more intense, like my past experiences were nothing compared to this.

“Look at you, taking every inch of me.”

It didn’t take long for me to peak again. I swear, just one little word from Trevor was enough to get me there. I felt like I was floating as I moaned so loudly I was pretty sure my neighbors could hear.

Trevor didn’t slow as my pussy gripped his length. With a handful of my hair, I had no choice but to let him fuck me as I came. Through it all, Trevor filled me, fucked me, praised me. His moans filled my ears. His hands on my hips were almost bruising as he came, collapsing against my back as he came down.

Both of our bodies were slick with sweat, our panting filling the room. Trevor rolled off to the side on his back as I stayed on my stomach trying to get my breathing back under control. There was no way I was getting up any time soon.

“That was…” When Trevor couldn’t finish his sentence, it made me laugh.

“I know.” Crossing my arms under my head, I turned to look at him. His dark hair was stuck to his forehead, and his eyes were shining. I had seen Trevor happy but this was… This was different. The look on his face was one I couldn’t describe, but I had a feeling I had the same expression on mine.

“Would you like to stay?” I whispered.

Reaching out, Trevor rubbed my cheek with his thumb. “I would love that.”