“You were all down.”

“And easy prey for a reporter. A lot of us were vulnerable and ready to spill our guts about how we felt right then. You could have swooped in and gotten some great interviews. You blew it.”

She sighed at the realization. “I know. I need to work on that.”

“Yeah, you do.” He looked toward the door. “I have to go with the team.”

“Yes, you do. And I need to catch my flight back to St. Louis. I’ll see you back there.”

“Okay.”

She watched him get on the bus, then got in her rental car and headed for the airport. She worked on the flight, writing some copy from her notes. By the time they landed, she was tired. She took a taxi back to the house.

Trevor wasn’t back yet. She knew his flight left after hers, and they probably had some team stuff to deal with, so she didn’t expect him back until late. She unpacked and got into bed, turned out the light, and was asleep within minutes.

She woke to the feel of a warm body next to hers, a hard c**k brushing up against her butt, and a very large callused hand massaging her breast and teasing her nipple.

She stretched, rubbing her butt up against Trevor’s cock, arching against his hand. He pulled the strap of her tank top down, exposing her breast so he could tease and pluck at her nipple.

She was still only half awake, and this was a languorous, decadent interlude. She let Trevor take the lead while she rode along in hazy pleasure.

He seemed in no hurry, playing with her ni**les until she writhed against him in desperate need. Only then did he slide his hand inside her panties, cupping her sex. Her clit was tingling, and the touch of his warm hand sent every fiber of her body into overdrive.

He never said a word to her. It was just touching, and the sound of their breath—hers ragged and panting as he took her right to the edge of orgasm. And when she plunged over she gripped his arm, holding him there while she shattered with loud moans. It felt so good to have him make her come, to feel his hands on her body while his was stretched out behind her.

While she recovered from that amazing orgasm, she heard him tear the condom wrapper open and wriggled out of her underwear. He lifted her leg, resting it on top of his, then entered her from behind, capturing her breast once again in his hand as he thrust his c**k inside her.

And still, no words had been spoken between them. She didn’t need him to say a word, because they were communicating with their bodies, with the way he captured her nipple between his fingers and tugged, sending shocks of pleasure straight to her core while at the same time pulling his c**k partway out and then slowly inching his way inside her again.

It was sweet, slow torture. She felt every inch of him as he entered her and withdrew, over and over again. And when she reached down to strum her clit, all she heard was his satisfied “mmm” of approval.

This was just what she’d needed, what she craved the most. Not a fast, frenzied f**king, but this easy lovemaking, the way his hands made a slow map of her body as if he had all night to touch her, to kiss the nape of her neck and take a love bite that sent chills coursing over every inch of her skin. She increased the pressure on her clit and her body responded, tightening around his cock.

In answer, he groaned, gripping her hip and pushing deeper into her. Only now, toward the end, did it become something harder, something more than just two people lazily f**king. Now, they were reaching the end, both of them searching for their climax. And as she bucked back against him and he used his hand to push her forward so he could thrust deeper inside her, she craved it, needed him to thrust, to give her exactly what she needed to come.

And when she did, she tilted her head back, crying out as her climax gripped her in the throes of ecstasy. And as Trevor clasped her tightly to him, his body shuddering with hers, she’d never felt anything like these lightninglike pulses that shocked her with such incredible pleasure.

After, he kissed her shoulder, her back, and they returned to utter laziness. Part of it was the depletion of her energy reserves. The other part was a genuine joy to feel him holding her again. She’d missed him while they were apart. She didn’t dare tell him that, though, because it implied she cared about him in ways even she couldn’t admit—wouldn’t admit.

This was just fun and games. This was just for now.

So she’d leave it at that.

She half turned and wound her arm around his neck, offering up her lips for the kiss she needed. He gave her that and more, cupping her face and kissing her until her world spun.

“Welcome home,” she said when he finally pulled back.




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