Love Me Now (16 page)

Kenya smiled at his reaction to seeing her. She knew she was fit, of course, but it was always nice to take a man's breath away. “Where are the condoms?”

“In the drawer,” he said.

She stepped away and walked to the drawer, perfectly comfortable in her skin, and knew that Trey was watching every step she took. She opened the drawer and took out two condoms. When she turned, his eyes were glued to her. He shifted back onto the bed as she returned. She climbed on top then reached to remove her heels.

“No, leave them,” he muttered. She nodded at his request then opened the package and rolled the latex down over him.

He settled her hips and held her waist, guiding her close. On top, she kissed him, opening her mouth and accepting his tongue. Sweetly, gently, they savored the passion, kissing firmly and steadily. His hands roamed everywhere as she adjusted her body to hover over him. She reached down and placed him at the tip of her core. Then with steady ease she lowered her body and impaled herself onto him.

Long, hard and thick, he filled all of her. She gasped, nearly blinded by the sensation of fullness. She arched her back. He sat up. She instantly felt his mouth capture her breast. An instant later she began to rock her hips up and down. The slow easy motion was like riding. Each sensuous movement stroked her nib, while also deepening his arousal.

The pull of his mouth and the friction of his body built to a steady climax. The rapture had begun. She rocked into him and he rocked into her. The building fever increased in vigor and thrust. Soon they were mindless in passion. The throbbing strokes of sensual pleasure surged, unrestrained beyond
their control. They had abandoned the calm, allowing the fierce pulsating hunger to build. Quickening the pace faster and faster, she gasped for air. Holding him tight, she felt her body begin to soar. Seconds later her body rocked with spasms. Then a blasting, blinding light of passion and ecstasy enveloped her.

She climaxed, shuddering as his body continued to thrash into her. She climaxed again. Seconds later he came, meeting her. The second orgasm was just as blinding as the first. She dug her nails into his shoulders and held on as she climaxed again. He grabbed and held her tight. An instant later she collapsed against him and he relaxed back, taking the full weight of her body.

They lay there, exhausted, deep in spent passion. Their competitive nature had tempted and prolonged their release, amplifying their lovemaking to reach higher. She was in control, he was in control, they had shifted and shared, yet neither one held power over their hearts.

D
awn's morning light peeked low and embraced their naked bodies as they lay in each other's arms, basking in their recent lovemaking. Three empty packages attested to their passion the night before. Trey was awake but he kept his eyes closed, savoring the moment. The feel of her bare body pressed against his was too good to be true. Her breasts, soft and generous, flattened against his chest. Soft and supple. He liked the feel of them pressed to his body. Actually, he liked the feel of everything about her.

Initially he had no intention of making love to her. He was just curious as to what game she was playing and how far she'd go. She was her father's child, so trusting what she said was out of the question.

“I think I'd like to sketch you one day,” Kenya said.

“That might work.”

“Nude,” she clarified.

“I don't think so,” he said with his eyes still closed tightly.

“Oh, come on, your body is perfect for nudes.” She ran her finger down the length of his chest and dipped into his navel.

“I don't think so,” he repeated, stilling her hand before she went lower.

“Why not? I've already seen the family jewels,” she joked, peeking beneath the casually draped sheet.

“I'd rather not have others see the jewels.”

“You think I'd display it?”

“I think naked photos, video recordings and other embarrassing images have a curious way of becoming public.”

“This sketch,” she said, leaning close to his ear, “I promise will be strictly for my personal appreciation.”

He smiled. “I'll tell you what, I'll think about it.”

“Why do I not believe that?”

“I would never lie to you, Kenya.”

“Really?” she asked skeptically.

“Yes,” he said, opening his eyes, “never.”

“Good.” She almost believed him.

Kenya lay a while longer until she heard Trey's steady, even breathing. She knew he'd fallen asleep again. She figured he was tired. After all, he had been up most of the night. She smiled dreamily. She had no idea what had come over her. Sex, as a whole, was great and she enjoyed it, but with Trey it was truly amazing.

Maybe it was their competitive nature. All she knew was that she couldn't get enough of him. She craved him. As soon as they'd finished making love, she wanted him all over again. Her appetite for him was ravenous. He shifted position.

“Hey, are you awake?” she asked.

“Are you trying to kill me, woman?” he asked.

“Now why would I want to do that, when having you alive
and healthy is a lot more fun?” She inched against him, arousing his body again.

“Give me fifteen minutes.”

“Come on, where's your adventurous spirit?”

“Exhausted,” he confessed. “Fifteen minutes.”

“Five,” she countered.

“Twelve,” he negotiated.

“Five,” she still insisted.

“You don't surrender, do you?”

“Never.”

“You know what, I have a better idea. Come here.”

He nudged her closer as he rolled her over to drape across his body. “Turn around.” She did. He reached down and moved her leg up over his thigh. Her legs were spread wide. He began touching her, first her breasts. He massaged the nipples to pebble between his fingers. Then he felt her full frontal, touching and exploring every inch of her body. Kenya closed her eyes and rolled her head back. It felt so good when he touched her. “Trey,” she rasped. He was so attentive to her body, he didn't respond. “Trey,” she repeated.

The man's playful hands needed to be classified as secret weapons. He teased her and she writhed beneath his skill. When he dipped lower she gasped and instinctively inched away, but he held her firm. “Where do you think you're going?” he whispered playfully. “Uh-uh, you're not leaving me now. This is the best part.”

There was no way he was going to let her miss this. He caressed the soft delicate curls then pressed into her. She moistened instantly, surrounding his fingers. He repeated the stroking then began to tweak the nib of her passion. She gasped and jerked then strained to control her breathing. “Trey.”

She squirmed away again, but this time he met her with more torturous pleasure. He began pressing rhythmically. She
joined him, moving her hips to the cadenced of his fingers. The sweet relentless torment was divine. She writhed in sweet ecstasy as the intensity of the rapture swelled. Seconds later, she cried aloud, then again and again. Each blinding spasm eclipsed the last against his continued assault. She climaxed again, then once more, jerking stronger, harder, fuller, each blissful time.

“Okay, okay,” she begged, stilling his hand between her legs. “I give.”

“Do you surrender to me?” he asked triumphantly.

“Yes, yes,” she whispered.

“Say it,” he instructed.

“I surrender to you.”

“Good. Now, woman, let me sleep,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. She did for twenty whole minutes.

A half hour later Kenya got up. She grabbed some of her clothes and headed to the bathroom. When she returned Trey was still asleep. Seeing him lying there gave her a pang of regret. She had every intention of hurting this man. He had destroyed her father's dreams and made a fool of him. She was going to make him pay.

But being with him, and seeing him lying there now, softened her heart. Maybe she couldn't do this. No. She was going to do this. She needed to do this.

Steeling her emotions, she went downstairs and looked around the living room for her bra and top. She found her bra on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table. She put it on then picked up her top. As soon as she did she saw a briefcase sitting beside the side table.

Curiously, she looked around then sat down, picked up the briefcase and opened it. There were a few legal documents, several loose papers and a thick red presentation folder inside.
She pulled out the red folder and flipped through quickly. There was a listing of company names. She scanned down the list then stopped when she saw Whitaker Real Estate, her father's company.

She turned back to the first page, reading quickly. It was a listing of the company's current assets. She turned back to the listings page. She didn't recognize any other companies listed. But she did find the names of clients. There were senators, judges and a few names she knew from the newspapers. She figured that he probably stole from them, too. They just didn't know it yet.

She grabbed her purse and pulled out her cell phone. Adjusting focus, she quickly laid the folder out and began taking photos. She saved each one and then sent them to her e-mail address. She was almost finished when she heard a car alarm beep twice outside. She quickly began putting the papers back into the folder. Just as she finished and closed the briefcase, the front door opened. “Hello, Trey, it's me.”

Kenya hurriedly placed the briefcase back where she found it. Just as she stood up a young woman walked into the living room. Kenya's top fell from her lap to the floor. She quickly picked it up and put it on.

“Well, good morning,” the young woman said, smiling knowingly. It wasn't too difficult for anyone to imagine what had happened the night before.

“Good morning,” Kenya said calmly then smiled at the obvious awkwardness. The last thing she needed to deal with was baby-mamma drama but it appeared that it was unavoidable. “Insert uncomfortable moment here,” she joked.

The young woman chuckled. “Sense of humor—” she smiled and nodded “—that's good. Awkward moment, yeah, just a bit. But don't mind about me, I don't really count.” She
tossed her jacket and purse down, then perched her hip on the arm of the sofa. “So you're new, right?” she asked.

“New, as opposed to not so new?” Kenya asked.

The woman chuckled again. “Funny. Excuse me for staring, but you look really familiar. Have we met before, at GWU maybe?”

“No, I don't think so,” Kenya said, figuring she might have seen her sister Sidney there.

“That's funny, 'cause I seldom forget a face.”

“Sorry, we've never met, and I was just leaving.” She reached down and grabbed her purse.

“Don't leave on my account. I'm just passing through. I'm Regina, Trey's sister.”

“Oh,” Kenya said. She remembered Trey talking to someone named Madi when they first met. She was instantly relieved that this wasn't the baby mamma, Madi.

“Hi,” Kenya said, breathing a sigh of relief, “I thought you were…Never mind.”

“Someone else, Trey's girlfriend?” she asked, amused.

“The twins' mother,” Kenya said.

“Nah, that's Madi.”

“Right, um, I'm Kenya. I met the twins yesterday. Your brother was looking for a nanny and I—”

“You're the nanny,” Regina said, obviously amused.

“No, actually I'm a designer.”

“What kind of designer?”

“I design children's clothing.”

“That's nice, interesting. Do you like doing it?”

“Yes, very much. But like everything else, it has its ups and downs,” Kenya said, half smiling, seeing Regina's frozen smile and cold green eyes. She looked a lot like her brother at that moment. “Anyway, as I said, I was just leaving.”

Regina nodded. “It was nice meeting you.”

“You, too,” Kenya said as she walked around her and headed to the front door.

“Uh, I presume Trey's here?” Regina asked.

“Yes, he's upstairs still asleep,” Kenya said.

“Is there anything you'd like me to tell my brother?”

“No,” Kenya said as she turned the doorknob then paused. “Actually, on second thought, yes, you can tell him that I enjoyed doing business with him.” She opened the door and left.

Regina smiled. She had no idea exactly what had happened the night before, or who Kenya was, but there was something about her that she instantly liked.

Upstairs, Trey awoke a few minutes later. His eyes still closed, he smiled reflectively as his body yearned for the woman he'd spent the night with. Their evening together had been one of the best he'd had in a long time. It wasn't just the physical that had intrigued him. She was spirited, intelligent, knowledgeable and a lot of fun to be with. They'd laughed and joked and even argued, mainly about football. A Redskins fan, well, she was allowed one fault.

He still wasn't sure why she was doing what she was doing. He could only assume in the end she intended it to benefit her father. That part he admired. She obviously loved her father and family. In the same position he'd probably try to do something to help, as well. Of course, his father was very different from James Whitaker, but lately, not by much.

Trey reached out to her, but she wasn't there. He sat up, fully awake, to an empty bed. He looked around the bedroom—she was gone. He grabbed his robe and opened the bedroom door. The smell of coffee immediately welcomed him.

Assured his coffee would be waiting for him downstairs, Trey showered and dressed and went downstairs. He looked in the living room. There was no sign of her, but there was a
jacket and purse on the sofa. Still smelling coffee, he went into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Regina said, looking up from the newspaper and coffee as soon as she saw Trey enter.

“Morning. What are you doing here?” he asked, looking around the kitchen for Kenya.

Regina smirked. “She's not here.”

“Who's not here?” Trey asked, playing off his curiosity as he walked over to the pot of coffee. He grabbed a cup and poured.

“Don't tell me you didn't even get her name.”

He turned around to his sister and glared. “Her name is Kenya.”

Regina smiled. “Yeah, I know. We met. I like her.”

“You met her?” he asked.

“We had a quick chat before she left.”

“When was that?”

“A few minutes ago,” she said. Seeing his disappointed expression, she chuckled. “Wow, she must have been something special. You actually look like you care. Usually you're relieved when they leave. I'd say that you look almost disappointed.”

“Don't you have coffee at your place?”

“The entertainment's better here. I can't wait to tell J.T., Tony and Raymond about this. I might finally win the bet.”

“Then by all means take the coffee with you.”

“You like her, don't you?” Regina challenged.

“Exactly why do you have my front-door keys again?”

“Don't change the subject, you like her. Well, I'll be. This is definitely a Trey first and cause for celebration. Trey Evans's ice-cold heart finally melted by a woman, I can see the headlines now.”