to give you a ride home.’ Turning to Sasha, he took her hand and bowed slightly over it. ‘Nice to see you again, Miss Matthews.’ Then, to his wife, he commanded her to follow with one stern word, ‘Catherine.’
Trevor stood, prompting Sasha to do the same. She stayed behind as he walked his parents out. Closing her eyes, she willed the tension to roll out of her mind, down her shoulders and into the floor. The visualization helped and she felt as if she could breathe freely again.
The last few months had been good between them, not great, but perhaps building towards greatness. Nothing worth having came too easily. With Trevor things were never really bad – aside from that 48 hour breakup they never talked about. Sasha wished she could say the same for his mother. The woman was insufferable.
Sasha opened her eyes to see Trevor strolling towards her, his tie loosened and a suggestive grin curling along the corner of his mouth. ‘We have the house to ourselves for the evening. I sent the staff away.’
‘Hm,’ Sasha answered, pulling the shawl off her arms. ‘Timothy will be back.’
‘Not for hours. Hey, what’s the matter? You’re not upset about my mother, are you?’ Trevor gave a dismissing laugh. ‘Ignore her. I do.’
Sasha had to forcibly make herself keep quiet. There were several things she wanted to say about Mrs Kingston, none of which would be for her son’s ears.
‘Ah, come on.’ Trevor towered over her, running his hand over her hip. ‘Don’t let her ruin our night. In fact, let’s forget all about her. I want to talk about us.’
Sasha felt her heart leap in her chest, thumping hard. Her stomach knotted in anticipation. A shaky breath escaped her lips. She couldn’t speak. The way he said those words, I want to talk about us, had to mean something special.
When he merely rubbed her hip through the thin material of the evening gown, she finally managed a weak ‘Oh?’
‘Mm.’ He nodded. ‘I was thinking . . .’
‘Yes?’ Her heart pounded and she worried it might explode through her chest.
‘We could move out to the grand terrace. There’s this little alcove that blocks the wind.’ His hand worked on her gown, slowly inching it up as he spoke. ‘I could shelter you against the side of the building, keep you warm with the heat of my body as you get down on your knees to—’
‘Oh.’ The word lacked enthusiasm. She couldn’t help it. Acute disappointment filled her where hope once sprang.
‘OK, fine.’ Trevor chuckled. He didn’t stop the progress of his hand, unfazed by any hint of rejection to his sexual ideas. Lack of confidence wasn’t one of his flaws. Her skirt brushed along her thigh as he worked it higher. ‘No terrace. You’re right. It’s probably too cold this time of year. But it is February. In a few short months it will be warm enough.’
His mouth closed in on hers, lips sweeping across so gently she couldn’t help but open herself to him. The taste of mint and chocolate flavored his tongue. She buried the disappointment she felt at the false hope, telling herself it had been ridiculous to think his words had a deeper meaning to them. Instead, she concentrated on his intensifying kiss.
She pulled away to gasp for breath, dragging air into her burning lungs. He kissed along her face, moving to bite at her ear. ‘Right here will work, too.’
Trevor hooked her panties with his finger, jerking them down, but not pulling them completely off. Sasha couldn’t contain herself. Lights danced over her head, shining like perfectly cut stars in the giant chandelier. The richness of the surroundings, the feel of fine material against her flesh, the look of Trevor in his suit, all added to the grand fantasy. How could she resist him? Everything about him screamed seduction and Sasha definitely was seduced.
She tugged at his jacket, gripping the front to hold him to her. He backed her up against the table. Hard wood hit her ass as the stiff press
Trevor stood, prompting Sasha to do the same. She stayed behind as he walked his parents out. Closing her eyes, she willed the tension to roll out of her mind, down her shoulders and into the floor. The visualization helped and she felt as if she could breathe freely again.
The last few months had been good between them, not great, but perhaps building towards greatness. Nothing worth having came too easily. With Trevor things were never really bad – aside from that 48 hour breakup they never talked about. Sasha wished she could say the same for his mother. The woman was insufferable.
Sasha opened her eyes to see Trevor strolling towards her, his tie loosened and a suggestive grin curling along the corner of his mouth. ‘We have the house to ourselves for the evening. I sent the staff away.’
‘Hm,’ Sasha answered, pulling the shawl off her arms. ‘Timothy will be back.’
‘Not for hours. Hey, what’s the matter? You’re not upset about my mother, are you?’ Trevor gave a dismissing laugh. ‘Ignore her. I do.’
Sasha had to forcibly make herself keep quiet. There were several things she wanted to say about Mrs Kingston, none of which would be for her son’s ears.
‘Ah, come on.’ Trevor towered over her, running his hand over her hip. ‘Don’t let her ruin our night. In fact, let’s forget all about her. I want to talk about us.’
Sasha felt her heart leap in her chest, thumping hard. Her stomach knotted in anticipation. A shaky breath escaped her lips. She couldn’t speak. The way he said those words, I want to talk about us, had to mean something special.
When he merely rubbed her hip through the thin material of the evening gown, she finally managed a weak ‘Oh?’
‘Mm.’ He nodded. ‘I was thinking . . .’
‘Yes?’ Her heart pounded and she worried it might explode through her chest.
‘We could move out to the grand terrace. There’s this little alcove that blocks the wind.’ His hand worked on her gown, slowly inching it up as he spoke. ‘I could shelter you against the side of the building, keep you warm with the heat of my body as you get down on your knees to—’
‘Oh.’ The word lacked enthusiasm. She couldn’t help it. Acute disappointment filled her where hope once sprang.
‘OK, fine.’ Trevor chuckled. He didn’t stop the progress of his hand, unfazed by any hint of rejection to his sexual ideas. Lack of confidence wasn’t one of his flaws. Her skirt brushed along her thigh as he worked it higher. ‘No terrace. You’re right. It’s probably too cold this time of year. But it is February. In a few short months it will be warm enough.’
His mouth closed in on hers, lips sweeping across so gently she couldn’t help but open herself to him. The taste of mint and chocolate flavored his tongue. She buried the disappointment she felt at the false hope, telling herself it had been ridiculous to think his words had a deeper meaning to them. Instead, she concentrated on his intensifying kiss.
She pulled away to gasp for breath, dragging air into her burning lungs. He kissed along her face, moving to bite at her ear. ‘Right here will work, too.’
Trevor hooked her panties with his finger, jerking them down, but not pulling them completely off. Sasha couldn’t contain herself. Lights danced over her head, shining like perfectly cut stars in the giant chandelier. The richness of the surroundings, the feel of fine material against her flesh, the look of Trevor in his suit, all added to the grand fantasy. How could she resist him? Everything about him screamed seduction and Sasha definitely was seduced.
She tugged at his jacket, gripping the front to hold him to her. He backed her up against the table. Hard wood hit her ass as the stiff press
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