“Well, you are. But take your time, bunny. It’s heaven just being here with you.”
I touch Trey all over his body, and slip my fingers into the waistband of his joggers. Just enough to feel the silky skin of his hips and the firm curve of his cock. Damn, this man is hot. He strokes the lace of his underwear, and his fingers skim the seam of my sex.
“Is that nice, little bunny?” he murmurs, just teasing my clit through my underwear. “Do you want daddy to make you come?”
“Mm,” I manage, running my hands up his arms and holding onto his shoulders. I want to come so badly that my pussy is aching. I wonder if I’m brave enough to ask him to finger fuck me.
“Is it okay if I call myself daddy when I touch you? You don’t have to say it back.”
I nod quickly. I like hearing that name on his lips. Each time, it sounds sweeter and sweeter, and I start to yearn to say it myself.
Trey hooks his finger inside my underwear. He groans, feeling how wet I am, and slides two fingers firmly up and down my sex, against my clit and through my folds.
“Sink into me,” I whisper, begging him with my eyes.
The corner of his mouth quicks. “Say please, bunny.”
“Please, please, please.”
“Good girl for telling me what you want.”
A champagne feeling fizzes through me at those two words. Good girl. I want to hear him say that again and again. His middle finger slides through my sex and pushes at my entrance, but before I can feel myself stretch around him, there’s a knock at my door.
He looks up, annoyed. “Are you expecting anyone?”
“Not that I can remember.”
“Don’t answer it.”
As much as I’m aching for Trey’s expert fingers to rub against my G-spot, I sit up breathlessly. I’ll feel bad if it’s a delivery and they have to come back. “It’s probably an order I forgot. I’ll be one minute.”
I quickly rearrange my bra and pull my top back on. The door is around the corner and Trey stays where he is on the sofa.
Trey, my personal trainer. Trey is in my apartment, and I think we’re going to have sex. This week is nuts. I’m so happy.
When I open the front door, I discover just how nuts this week is. Standing in front of me is Piers, my stupid, asshole ex-boyfriend.
He’s wearing a blue polo shirt tucked into jeans and gives me his familiar smirk. “Hey, Livia. Guess it’s your lucky day.”
It was my lucky day. All the rainbows and sparkles that have been bursting through my body for the last half an hour are replaced by a thrill of trepidation. “Piers? What are you doing here?”
I hear footsteps behind me. Heavy, angry footsteps. A warm hand touches my shoulder.
“Everything all right?” Trey murmurs, looking down at me.
I wrap my arms around myself. Everything was all right but now I feel frozen with terror.
Trey’s flinty gaze arrows into Piers. “Can we help you?”
From anyone else, the presumptuous way he says we would irritate me, but from Trey I feel protected.
Piers gazes at Trey with naked dislike, and then his eyes travel to me. I sense nasty words on the tip of his tongue. Couldn’t wait to spread your legs for another man, could you, Livia? Slut. Whore.
I’m not a slut. It’s been six months since Piers dumped me and I spent all of that time feeling broken and lonely. It’s like he sensed I was moving on, and it brought him back to my apartment like a bad penny.
“I’m here to talk to Livia, actually,” Piers sneers at Trey.
Trey turns to me. “Do you want to talk to this man?”
I shake my head.
Trey steps past me and forces Piers back from the doorway. When they’re both outside, he turns to me. “I’ll head out, too. I’ll see you tomorrow at the usual place.” Then he turns to Piers and claps a hand on his shoulder, steering him back toward the stairs. “Come on. I’ll see you out of the building.”
Piers looks furious and shrugs Trey off on the way to the elevator. Trey turns back to wave at me.
Thank you, I mouth at him, wishing he didn’t have to go, too.
He gives me one of his beautiful smiles, and I watch him disappear into the lift after Piers.
I give a ragged sigh and put my face in my hands. The last hour has given me whiplash.
Chapter Six
Trey
Piers rounds on me the second we leave Livia’s apartment building. “Who the fuck are you? How do you know Livia?”
I eye him coldly. He’s got shitty ex-boyfriend written all over him. I’d lay bets that this is the toxic dom I’ve suspected of being in Livia’s life before me. The man who made her believe she was unattractive and worthless, and that ‘safe, sane and consensual’ isn’t a thing.