Trinity (The Executive's Affair) (6 page)

"Wow," she said looking around the room. "This is incredible."

He smiled.
Every woman he'd ever brought here had been impressed with his room, and for good reason, but Trinity's admiration of it made him extremely happy. He wanted her to feel comfortable here, to think of it as home, because hopefully, one day soon it would be her home. The room was enormous, so much bigger than what a single guy needed, but he spent a lot of time in there and he wanted it to be his favorite room in the house. And it was. "I'm glad you like it," he said, wrapping her up in his arms.

She kissed him hard and with so much passion he was stunned for a moment. Once he regained his wits, he wasted no time stripping her naked. Small piles of cotton, denim, khaki, and silk littered the floor from the door to the bed. It was the fastest he'd ever undressed a woman. Normally he took his time to enjoy it, to remove the clothing piece by piece and kiss every inch of bare skin that he exposed. But it was different with Trinity. She made him crave her to the point of madness. He loved it and hated it at the same time.

Trinity sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the base of his cock, and licked around the head before drawing him into her mouth.
Christ her mouth was so hot it was like sticking his dick in an oven, only a hell of a lot more enjoyable.
He gathered the hair from her face and watched with fascination as she sucked on him. God her pretty pink lips looked great wrapped around his cock. He remembered the first night they'd been together and how she'd dropped to her knees in front of him. "Fuck, that feels good," he groaned. How she'd looked up at him under her dark lashes, the tiny sounds of pleasure she made, and how it had been nearly impossible to stop himself from coming in her mouth.

"Mmm," she said, stroking his shaft as she once again licked around the head like it was her favorite flavored lollipop.

The combination of her mouth and the perfect amount of pressure in her grip was too much. He wanted to come so fucking bad he could taste it. His hips pushed forward and she opened her mouth wider allowing him to fuck her mouth. She'd done that last time too and he'd loved it. "Oh god," he moaned as his hips repeatedly plunged forward as if he had no control over them, which, he realized he didn't. "Fuck, Trin, baby, I can't stop…I'm gonna come." He pushed her head forward to meet his thrust, his dick rubbing against the back of her throat as he came so hard his vision blurred and his knees shook. The room felt like it was spinning. Trinity continued to suck him, draining every last drop from his cock until he swore he was going to pass out. He pulled out of her mouth and stumbled back a step or two. "Holy shit," he said on an exhaled breath.

She looked at him with a devilish smile. "You taste good," she said, running her tongue over her bottom lip.

"I bet you do too," he said as he guided her down on the bed. She scooted up so that her head was on his pillow and he smiled. Her dark brown hair cascaded around her, her gray eyes were stormy and lustful—
god damn she was beautiful
. "I'm going to taste every inch of your body, Trinity." He started with her mouth, spending just a few moments kissing her before moving down to her neck. Her pulse was rapid, punching against his tongue and he enjoyed knowing she was just as excited as he was.

Laszlo stopped at her breasts, taking first one and then the other into his mouth, suckling her nipples until they were hard little peaks that poked at his tongue.
He nipped at them and she arched into him with a soft moan. He smiled with the knowledge that she liked what he was doing. Laszlo made his way further down her body, kissing her stomach, so flat and smooth. For now, the thought, but soon her stomach would grow with his child. That was a sobering thought. He pushed it from his mind as he licked the indentation of her waist and hipbone, getting closer and closer to the silky slit between her thighs. His entire body ached to taste her. He stroked her silken lips before parting them and flicking his tongue over her clit.

Her body jerked and her ass lifted off the bed. She bunched her fingers in his hair. "Oh god, yes," she cried. 

He draped his arm across her stomach and held her in place as he continued to lick and suck her clit. Her pussy was the sweetest, most decadent pussy he'd ever tasted. His tongue dipped lower until it found the saturated flesh of her channel and entered it with a determined lick. Christ it was so good. "Mmm, so sweet," he said. Laszlo slid two fingers into her juicy wetness and looked up the length of her body. Her eyes were closed, her neck was arched, her chest heaved with her heavy breathing, and her lips were parted on a moan.
Fuck! There was nothing hotter than the look of a woman who was on the brink of orgasm
, he thought to himself.

Laszlo worked his fingers in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit. She tightened around him and he replaced his thumb with his tongue. Trinity cried out, bucking and moaning beneath him, her thighs clamping around his head so tight he had no choice but to pull his fingers from her and push her legs open.
He was relentless with his tongue and moments later he was rewarded with the honeyed taste of her release. She cried his name until it fell from her lips as a wailing moan. The sound of it made his rock hard dick even harder.

When she came down from her orgasm and her body stopped trembling, he slowly brought his body up the length of hers, kissing his way up until he found her mouth again.
"I love the taste of you," he whispered against her lips.

"Laszlo, please, I need to feel you." Her legs encircled his, encouraging him to enter her.

She was so wet it was easy to slide his cock all the way into her satiny channel. "Is this what you want, love?" His hips moved and he fucked her with long graceful strokes that were hotter and more erotic than anything he'd ever felt before.

Trinity moaned her approval. "Yes, oh god, yes."

"My god, Trin, you're…I…" He kissed her with so much tenderness, his mouth telling her everything he couldn't bring himself to say. Laszlo put his weight into his arms, which rested on either side of her head, and he continued to move, to push them toward the brink of shared ecstasy. An unfamiliar feeling washed over him, consumed him to the point that he wanted to cry and scream at the same time.

"Laszlo," she whimpered and clung to him. Her fingers clawed at his back and shoulders as she tightened painfully around him. 

"That's it, love, let it go." He dropped his forehead to hers and with one final push their orgasms crashed headfirst into each other. "Fuck," he said, his cock jerking inside of her as he spilled into her, his cock awash in her juices.

"Oh my god," she panted and hugged him. "That was incredible."

"Yes, it was." What was more incredible was the realization that he was hopelessly in love with this woman. Should he tell her? No. She made it clear earlier that she wanted to date and get to know each other. Telling her that he loved her would only scare her away. He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. She scrunched up her nose and giggled. God, he loved that sound.

"What're you thinking about?" she asked.

He rolled over onto his back and pulled her to him so that her head was on his chest. "It could be this incredible every night you know." After tonight he couldn't imagine being in this room or in this bed without her. He knew he didn't want to.

She folded her hands on his chest and rested her chin on them.
"I thought we agreed to table this issue for the time being."

"I was talking about the sex. I have no idea what you're talking about." He winked.

Trinity laughed. "So what you're saying is I should come over every night so we can have sex and then I should go home?"

He shrugged. "You're the one who doesn't want to move in right away."

She playfully smacked him and he laughed. "I think you're playing me again," she said.

"Never."

"Uh-huh." Trinity laid her head on his chest, her arm draped over him.

They remained silent for several moments, Laszlo stroking his fingers along her back, enjoying the feel of her rainwater soft skin. Her hair tickled his arm as she snuggled closer to him. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep with her in his arms tonight. He hoped to hell she would stay and not sneak out on him like she had last time.
"How have you been feeling since…?"

"Since what? I found out I was pregnant?"

"Yeah." He wanted to know everything. He wanted to talk about the pregnancy, the baby, their future together, all of it.

"Well, the morning sickness is a real bitch. I really don't know why they call it morning sickness when it lasts all damn day." She laughed. "My emotions are all over the place. One minute I'm fine and the next I'm crying for no reason. And the hormones." She groaned. "The hormones are the worst. I swear all I can think about is sex."

"Really?" He cocked a brow and smirked when she turned to look at him. "I think I like this whole pregnancy thing."

"You wouldn't be saying that if it were you throwing up all the time."

"No, you're probably right." He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. Everything about that moment was perfect from the look in her eyes to the smile on her lips to the relaxed feel of their entwined bodies. There were no doubts. Trinity Collins was the woman he was meant to spend his life with. He just hoped he could convince her of that.

"You know, you haven't really said anything one way or the other. How do you feel about having
a baby with me?"

He licked his lips. "I didn't buy such a large house so I could live here alone my whole life."

"Nice way to avoid the question." She sat up and wrapped the sheet around herself. "I didn't ask you why you bought this house. I asked how you felt about having this baby with me."

Nice going, dipshit!
Laszlo sighed and sat up, his back leaning against the headboard. "Contrary to popular belief, the billionaire, womanizing playboy lifestyle isn't as glamorous as the press makes it out to be. The rumors, the reputation, that's not who I am, Trinity. And it's sure as hell not who I want to be anymore."

"Really?" she whispered so softly he almost missed it. Her bottom lip trembled slightly and her eyes were full of so much uncertainty and hope it clutched at his heart.

"Yes." He took her face into his hands, wanting there to be no mistake about the meaning behind his next words. "I want to settle down with one woman. I want to get married and have kids. So, to answer your question, I'm happy about this pregnancy and I'm thrilled that it's with you."

"Thank you." Tears streamed silently down her cheeks.

"You're not allowed to cry," he said, wiping her tears before giving her a soft kiss.

"I'm
sorry; it's just…well, no one has ever cared so much before."

"Come here." He leaned back against the headboard again and pulled her with him. One arm was draped around her shoulders and the other guided her head to his chest. "I care about you a lot more than you know, Trin."

"All my life I've always been the one who had to take care of everyone. When he chose to make himself present, my father was abusive toward all of us. He would come home for a day or two, beat on us and then disappear for weeks at a time. Mom was convinced he was shacking up with another woman. I didn't know and I didn't really care. All I knew was when he was gone; there was peace in the house." She traced circles on his stomach and chest with her fingertips. Laszlo sat in silence and waited for her to continue. "Mom would drink herself into a stupor and pass out. I would take care of her and my younger brother. When I was fifteen I took off. My brother, who was thirteen at the time, was put in foster care. I haven't seen him since."

"I'm sorry." He had no idea what else to say.

"I tried to contact him once, about a year ago, but he'd been legally adopted by his foster parents and said he didn't want anything to do with his old family. Guess I can't really blame him."

"But you took care of him."

"Yeah, and I ran out on him too. I left him alone to fend for himself."

He heard her sniffle and then he felt her tears on his bare chest. Squeezing her closer to him he kissed the top of her head.

"That's one of the reasons I'm hesitant to move in with you." She tilted her head to look at him. "What if we realize we can't live with each other? I don't want to raise a child in a house where there is constant fighting."

"I understand your fear, Trinity, but I would never abuse you or our child.
You have to know that. And if things ever did get to that point, we'd fix it. I promise you that." He'd grown up without a mother and his father had made sure he knew how to treat a woman. His father had once told him that a woman was meant to be cherished and loved no matter what. It was something he'd never forgotten and it was the way he'd always lived his life.

She nodded. "I know, but I still don't want to rush into it."

"Okay, we won't rush it, but I need you to promise me that you won't see anyone else." He grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. "I mean it, Trinity. Until we make a firm decision about our future, you're mine. No other man is allowed to touch you."
Jesus, what the hell had gotten into him?
He'd never been this possessive before, but the thought of another man touching her, kissing her, holding her, fucking her…it made him see red.