Maybe Baby Lite (52 page)

“
That will be fine,” I
answered, a bit piqued that he had calls to make and emails to
answer on Thanksgiving morning. Who worked on Thanksgiving? I
retreated back to the bathroom with my make-up case and hair
products. It didn’t take long to blow dry my air and flat iron it.
I plucked a few errant eyebrow hairs, and then applied some liner,
shadow, and mascara. My cheeks needed just a hint of blush. I'd
brought a black desk-to-dinner dress to wear for Thanksgiving. It
was a tailored number that gathered at the hip and hit above the
knee with a lovely v-neckline. I put on my black bra that was
getting a bit tight with the blossoming of my bosom. It certainly
gave my breasts a push upward and some daring cleavage. I pulled
the black dress over my head, tugging it into place. Wow, was
everything shrinking? The dress hugged every possible curve. The
sleeves were three-quarter length. My breasts were subtly displayed
at the v-neckline, still within the realm of tastefulness, I
decided.

There was a knock on the
bedroom door. It was Thatcher with a breakfast tray. “Good morning
Ms. Preston,” he said warmly as I opened the door. He walked past
me, placing the tray on the nightstand.

“
Thank you, Thatcher,” I
replied, eyeing the assortment on the tray.

“
Please use the intercom
if you need anything else, Miss.”

Good God! Did Trey think I
was carrying quintuplets? There was orange juice, milk, fresh
fruit, eggs, bacon, muffins, oatmeal topped with brown sugar, and
wheat toast with assorted jams. I flicked on the television; this
feast would take a while and I wasn’t very hungry.

Eventually, I'd eaten what
I could and got dressed, pulling my nylon thigh-high stockings up.
I'd brought a pair of black ankle strap pumps with three-inch
heels. They would be perfect with my dress. I checked myself in the
bathroom mirror. I looked great, but certainly curvaceous. Maybe
was time for me to start shopping for maternity clothes. I decided
to see if Trey was done working. I descended the staircase, my
heels clicking against the marble floor in the front foyer. I could
hear Trey’s voice from behind the closed door of the
study.

“
Are you absolutely sure
she was living with him?” he said.

Who was he talking about?
Who was he talking to?

“
How long has she been
gone?” Pause. “That fits the timing in question. Okay, call me next
week after you get back.”

I felt guilty for
eavesdropping. I knocked on the door, and let myself in as he
finished his call. He glanced up as I entered, then did a double
take.

“
You’re seriously not
wearing that dress today, are you?”

“
Why?” I questioned,
looking down at it.

“
Because your breasts have
outgrown it,” Trey replied, irritated. “Put something else on. I
don't want everyone in this house ogling you.”

“
In case you haven’t
noticed, Trey,” I said, “the only people that’ll be here are your
mom, your dad, a couple of old friends of theirs, and the staff. I
think I’m pretty safe from any ogling.”

He was ready to continue
arguing the point but I cut him off. I wasn't going to spend the
next several hours around him if his foul mood continued. “Can you
drop me over at Becky’s?”

“
Why?” he
asked.

“
I’d like to see Gina.
You’re obviously still tied up with business,” I
snapped.

His face softened as he
realized just how much of a prick he'd been. “Come here,” he said,
rolling back from his desk.

“
No,” I replied,
determined not to give in to his demands.

“
Come here, I said,” he
growled in mock anger, a hint of amusement crossing his handsome
face. He was patting his lap as if I was going to get it. I ignored
him, turning my head. In a swift, panther-like move, he was out of
his chair, scooping me up into his arms like a sack of potatoes,
twirling me around.

“
Trey!” I shrieked,
laughing as he spun me around. “Stop, I’m dizzy and you’re going to
make me throw up that huge breakfast you sent up.”

He stopped twirling me and
sat me on his lap in his chair. I could feel his semi-erection as
his hand moved inside the neckline of my dress, freeing one of my
ample breasts. “Mmmm,” he breathed huskily, lowering his mouth to
my nipple, now erect. His mouth covered my breast, softly licking
and sucking it as my pleasure mounted. My hand was in his hair,
pulling him closer to me. His other hand was going up my thigh,
finding my bare skin where the frilly elastic lace ended. His
fingers plied beneath my silk panties touching my wetness, probing
the folds of my sex.

My hips thrust forward to
meet his exploring fingers, and I moaned softly as he inserted one
and then another inside of me. Our breathing was ragged. This
wasn't a normal venue for our lust. Family and servants were
nearby; we could be interrupted at any second. This thought made me
wetter.

Trey lifted me,
withdrawing his wet fingers from my sex.

No, don’t stop,
please!

He placed me on top of the
desk while he undid his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and lowered the
zipper of his chinos, his erect cock springing free.

Oh my!

He tilted his chair back,
pulling me back onto him, my backside resting on his left thigh. He
pushed my dress up to my waist as he balanced me on one thigh. With
his right hand, he pulled my silk panties aside at the leg,
exposing me, making me available to him. With his thumb, he gently
plied my folds apart. My breath caught in my throat.

This is so freaking
hot!

Lifting me slightly, he
positioned me above his erect member and gently lowered me down on
top of it, his hands bracing my hips. I slid down slowly, feeling
once again the pleasure of taking him deep. Once inside, he rocked
in his swivel chair, the head of his cock finding its
mark.

Face to face, his mouth
found my released breast, tenderly sucking it while my hips gyrated
on him. Heat built up at my core. He lifted me up and down, up and
down; my hips continued their circular motions encasing him inside
of me, squeezing his cock, greedy for another release.

“
Tylar, are you going to
come for me?” he breathed, freeing my other breast and taking it
into his mouth as I rode him, up and down and around and around;
the swivel chair squeaking rhythmically in time with our
thrusts.

“
Trey, I’m almost there…”
I moaned, at the edge; I just needed a tiny little push. His hands
squeezed my buttocks hard, and then released them.

What? Where did they
go?

They were back in a
second, roughly lowering my panties, exposing my ass. Trey cupped
both of my butt cheeks in his palms, then released them, abruptly
bringing his palms back with a stinging slap to each of them. Ouch!
He repeated it again, this time thrusting his pelvis upward deeply
as the stinging slaps hit my tender skin; the third time my orgasm
exploded around him. I bit my hand to keep from screaming with
pleasure as my climax unleashed.

Trey was right with me,
his body going rigid as I continued to ride up and down on his
thick shaft. He shuddered as he emptied himself into me, moaning
with pleasure. Our hearts were beating so loudly and our breathing
was ragged with the exertion and ultimate release of our
coupling.

My hormones rolled over
and lit a cigarette.

Trey gently lifted me off
of him. He was definitely going to have to change his pants, I
mused. He saw it too and laughed. My black dress had survived.
Unfortunately, my silk panties had not. Trey and I quietly slipped
out of the study and up the back staircase to his suite. We washed
up in his bathroom. I slipped into a fresh pair of panties. I
wasn’t going to take another shower. After all, I liked having his
scent on me. We both fixed our mussed hair. No one would ever guess
what we’d been up to in the study.

After programming my
numbers into my new phone, I called Gina; she was over at Becky’s
with Ian. They weren’t eating Thanksgiving dinner until 6 p.m. so
she offered to pick me up, with Trey’s blessing. Trey’s parents had
left before noon to volunteer at a soup kitchen that served
Thanksgiving meals to the less fortunate. They were due back at 3
p.m. so he asked that I be back by then. That gave me over two
hours to catch up with Gina. I heard a car honking outside just as
I'd descended the stairway into the foyer.

“
Take your coat,” Trey
reminded me as he went back down the hallway toward his study. I
followed him to the closet.

“
Did you forget something,
Trey?” I called after him as I took my coat from the
hanger.

He turned back to me with
a questioning look.

“
A kiss?” I said, hand on
my hip.

He smiled, retracing his
steps down the hallway, pulling me into his arms. “You smell like
sex, Tylar,” he whispered against my lips. I felt him smile against
my mouth. Just then Thatcher cleared his throat behind us. He'd
just exited the study, carrying a small can of WD-40 in his
hand.

“
I took the liberty of
oiling your chair, sir.”

“
Thank you, Thatcher,”
Trey replied, a devilish grin gracing his lips. I blushed
crimson.

Gina idled out front in
her aunt’s car. “Hey girlfriend!” she screamed as I got into the
passenger side. She reached over, grabbing me for a hug.

“
Look at those fucking
tits!” she exclaimed. “Yowza! I bet Trey's making those his new
playground,” she laughed.

I blushed knowing how
close to the truth that was.

“
So how's my godchild?”
she asked.

“
Growing,” I replied,
rubbing my baby bump, “Trey and I felt him moving last
night.”

“
Him?” Gina
questioned.

“
I don’t know yet, I just
refer to it as him. I guess I’m hoping for another Trey,” I said
smiling.

“
Oh geez, just what the
world needs, another control freak!”

“
Stop Gina,” I said,
laughing a little, “he’s doing better with that,” I
lied.

“
Well, girlfriend,” she
reminded me, “you still need to fill me in—how’d he find out about
the baby? Your texts left out a lot of details.”

“
I’m sorry,” I said,
sincerely, “I know that I owe you more than just text messages. It
seems like time flies by, settling in with my job, and now here
with Trey for the holiday.” I blushed noticeably and Gina didn’t
miss it.

“
What—are you two having a
regular 24/7 fuck fest?” she asked, her eyes wide with
curiosity.

“
I don’t know if it’s the
pregnancy hormones, or the prenatal vitamins that I’m taking, but I
swear to God, Gina, I'm so freakin’ horny all of the
time.”

“
And, that’s a problem for
whom?”

“
Well, to be honest about
it, me,” I answered.

“
Why?”

“
Because Trey and I
don’t
live
together, obviously. He wants me in Atlanta with him, but
I've a plan of my own in Radcliff.”

“
Look girlfriend,” Gina
said as we pulled into Becky’s driveway, “I’d love nothing more
than to have you close by in Atlanta. I get that you have your own
plans made, and far be it from me to side with the Hot Nazi. As far
as your other issue, there are alternatives.”

“
What? I’m not going to be
with another man, Gina. For God’s sake, I’m carrying Trey’s baby!”
I was appalled that Gina would even suggest something like
that.

“
You misunderstood me,
Ty,” she said laughing. “Hey, today's all about family and stuffing
ourselves with turkey. Tomorrow is Black Friday. Let’s go
shopping!”

“
Yes! Let’s!”

I enjoyed the couple of
hours I spent with Gina, Ian, and the rest of Becky’s family. Gina
and I agreed she would pick me up the next day around 11 a.m. to do
our Black Friday shopping in Bristol. She dropped me back off at
the Sinclair’s promptly at 3 p.m. Trey was pacing in the foyer when
I walked in. I saw the look of relief cross his face as I
approached him.

“
Is everything all right,
Trey?”

“
Yes of course,” he
replied, “I was just worried that you wouldn’t make it back in time
to change for dinner.”

“
Trey,” I said pointedly,
“I’ve no intention of changing out of this dress; it’s appropriate.
Why are you bringing this up again?” I thought this issue had been
put to rest. Thatcher was right there, taking my coat to hang in
the guest closet. Trey frowned, once again pissed because he wasn’t
getting his way. I climbed the staircase, wanting to freshen up
before the guests arrived. The manor smelled of delicious food.
Upstairs, the aroma gnawed at my stomach. I ran a brush through my
hair. I heard the doorbell ring. I spritzed a bit of my Eternity
cologne on then straightened my black dress. I went back downstairs
to join Trey. He looked over at me appreciatively as I came down to
stand near him. He was simply gorgeous, as usual. It amazed me at
how little effort he'd to put into it.