Melina

I’d been questioning the wisdom of agreeing to let Trevor bring me dinner since I’d sent the text, which was crazy. I’d stared at that text for several minutes before sending it, and then I’d wanted to take it back. I wanted Trevor here, but I didn’t want to deal with the questions from the cast and crew on top of everything else I was dealing with. It had been months since they’d seen Trevor essentially stalking me. He’d shown up with dinners for me on multiple occasions back then. I’d kept him at arm’s length, but people had still speculated that we’d been dating, and then they’d assumed we’d had an ugly breakup.

What annoyed me most was that I should be working on script rewrites, not worrying about what people would think about me dating Trevor, or whatever it was we were doing. We hadn’t gone on a date. In fact, Trevor hadn’t even mentioned dating, so I wasn’t sure how to explain it to others.

There was a knock at the door. “Come on in,” I called out, expecting Trevor with dinner. Instead, Detective Giovanni entered the office, looking tired but somewhat less annoyed than he had when we’d first met.

“Do you have a minute?” he asked.

“Sure,” I replied, since I hadn’t really been focusing on work. Why bother pretending I was getting a lot done today?

“First, I want to apologize for my attitude when I got here,” he began. “I’d also appreciate it if you don’t release any information about the murder yet. I was able to find the family’s contact information, so I’ll be heading over there now to speak to them.”

I nodded. “Let me know when we can announce it to the rest of the cast and crew. I know you’ve spoken to some of them already, so it won’t be long before it gets around.”

He nodded. “Your producer insisted you’re the best contact here.”

“Because Leo’s an annoying little troll,” I grumbled, earning me a chuckle from Detective Giovanni.

“Yes, he is,” the detective agreed. “You have my card,” he began but stopped when my attention shifted.

Trevor stood in the doorway with a takeout bag, looking like he wasn’t sure if he should come in, or if he should wait outside until I was done with my meeting.

“Thanks for bringing dinner,” I told him with as warm a smile as I could manage at the moment.

The way Trevor’s lips slowly curled up made my blood heat and my body clench with desire. Funny how I’d thought having Trevor would make me want him less. If anything, I wanted Trevor even more now that I knew how good we were together.

The detective eyed Trevor, likely trying to decide if he should have interviewed him about the murder.

“This is my friend, Trevor,” I told the detective. “He doesn’t work on the show.”

The only reaction I got from Trevor about my introduction was a raised eyebrow. Friend was probably not the best way to describe him, but I had no idea what to call him at this point.

“I’ll let you get to your dinner.”

Trevor moved to the side and kept his eyes on the detective as he exited the office. When we were alone, Trevor closed and locked the door.

“So, we’re friends now?” he asked, setting the bag on my desk.

“I guess that’s a good way to describe us,” I replied with a shrug. “Did you have another word you prefer?”

Trevor considered my words as he unloaded the bag. “I guess it doesn’t matter what you call me as long as you’re in my bed every night.” His words made the ache between my legs intensify.

Dressed in worn blue jeans and a grey t-shirt that was stretched tight across his muscles, Trevor looked more relaxed than I was used to seeing him. As a lawyer, he dressed professionally for work, and he’d mostly visited me in his work clothes. At most, he’d stripped off the tie and jacket before stopping by the studio. Today, I’d enjoyed seeing him in more casual attire. It suited him better.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to fuck you on your desk,” Trevor growled.

No bitchy reply came to mind. In fact, all I could think about was how good it would feel to have Trevor inside of me. I’d never done it on my desk. Sex at work had always seemed far too unprofessional, but this had been one hell of a night, and I was feeling more emotional and needy than usual. My gaze dropped to Trevor’s lips and then traced a leisurely path down his body until I reached the growing bulge in his jeans. If I’d known how impressive Trevor was before, I might not have waited this long to consider sex on my desk.

“Fuck,” Trevor hissed when he faced me again, his eyes darkened with desire.

This was what I wanted. No, this was what I needed. Closing the distance between us, Trevor spun my chair so I was facing him, with a perfect view of that huge bulge in his jeans. I licked my lips, just thinking about his fantastic cock. One of Trevor’s hands appeared in front of my face, and I took it, looking up to meet his gaze.

One thing I excelled at was saying the wrong thing. If anyone was going to fuck up a moment, it was me, which was why I wasn’t surprised that I felt the need to open my mouth at a time like this.

“Are you doing this to prove a point?” If I could have gone back in time, I would have smacked myself before I could utter those words.

Trevor looked momentarily confused, so I decided to make matters worse by explaining what I’d meant, even as part of my brain was screaming at me to shut up. “Are you annoyed that I called you a friend instead of telling the detective there’s something more between us? I mean, you said you didn’t care, but it seemed to bother you when I said it.”

Trevor chuckled, not the reaction I’d expected. “I honestly don’t care what you label us, Melina,” he murmured, cupping my cheek in one hand. “The words you use don’t change what we are to each other.”

My lips parted, ready to say something else to screw things up, when Trevor rescued me from myself with a kiss. His tongue slid past my lips, making me moan. Trevor’s other hand moved around to tangle in my hair at the back of my head as he explored my mouth. His hand moved from my cheek before slipping under my shirt to cup one of my breasts.

“I’m going to fuck you because I can’t resist you.” Trevor’s voice was rough with desire when he uttered those words against my lips. “You’re an addiction, Melina, and all I can think about is getting another taste of you. Do you want me in you?”

I nodded, and his hands moved to strip my shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but my lacy black bra, which I’d worn to impress him when I got back to his house later. Leaning forward, Trevor sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. The scrape of lace against my already sensitive nipple made me whimper and clutch his hair to hold him in place. He took my cue and sucked hard before biting down gently. Pinpricks of pleasure and pain shot through my body, and I was amazed that my legs were still able to hold my weight.

Releasing my nipple, Trevor looked up at me, while I was still gripping his hair to hold him in place. There was no denying I was shameless when it came to Trevor. “Are you wet for me, Melina?”

I nodded and shuddered with need.

“Show me,” he commanded, and I released his hair to stare at him, not quite sure what he was asking for.

“Slip out of your pants and slide your fingers between your legs. Let me taste how wet you are for me,” he crooned.

I nodded, and he stepped back, his eyes remaining on my hands as I pushed my yoga pants and thong down my legs. Since I always took my shoes off in my office, I didn’t need to worry about them, but before I could kick out of my pants, Trevor’s hand wrapped around one of my wrists to stop me.

“On second thought, leave those around your ankles. You are sexy as hell this way,” he rasped, his voice thick with arousal.

I nodded. Trevor’s attention returned to my fingers as I slid them between my legs, skimming over my swollen clit and circling my opening before sliding one finger in. My hand shook ever so slightly as I pulled my finger out and held it near Trevor’s mouth. His tongue darted out, running along my finger. A growl rumbled from his lips before Trevor dropped to his knees in front of my desk, burying his tongue in my body, which wasn’t easy with my pants still around my ankles. Clutching his hair, I bit my lower lip to fight back my moan. Trevor’s tongue stroked the walls of my pussy, making me quiver with need.

“We shouldn’t do this here.” My protest sounded weak, and I’m not entirely sure I could have survived if Trevor had actually listened to me and stopped. His tongue slid out of my body, but only to swirl around my clit.

When my demon magic flared, I was thankful for the wards on the office preventing it from lashing out at Trevor. Today had been stressful, and my body’s current state of sexual abandon would only strengthen my demon magic, which could be dangerous. The demon power erupted from my body and slid along Trevor’s. Based on his moan, I was certain it wasn’t hurting him, and it made me more confident that the wards would prevent that and allow me to completely let go.

“Oh, Goddess,” I panted out. “That feels incredible. I need you in me.”

“Would you really deny me the pleasure of having you come on my mouth?” he murmured before teasing my clit.

All I could do was moan and grip his hair to try to bring him closer. I was too far gone to fight. I needed to come now, needed Trevor’s touch. My legs spread more to give him better access, and I writhed and panted as his tongue swirled around my clit in maddeningly light strokes. When I was about to beg him for more, two fingers slid into me, and he let out a hiss as my body clamped down on his fingers. It amazed me how Trevor knew just the right way to touch me. As his fingers curled to hit a spot inside of me that nearly made me scream, he sucked my clit into his mouth, and his magic flowed out, sliding along my demon magic. I felt overwhelmed with pleasure as he touched me both physically and metaphysically, and it wasn’t long before I was screaming and clawing at Trevor’s back through his shirt as I came hard.

When my spasms slowed, Trevor removed his fingers, stood, and spun me so I was facing the desk. Then I felt his palm make contact with my ass, the stinging slap sending vibrations though my pussy and making it spasm more when Trevor thrust into my body from behind.

There was nothing sweet or gentle about our joining, which worked perfectly since I didn’t want sweet or gentle. Trevor fucked me with a ferocity that matched my need for him. His body slammed into mine, over and over again. One of his hands reached forward to tug at my hair, sending a delicious thrill through my body.

“Look at me,” Trevor growled, tugging harder on my hair, making me moan with pleasure.

When I met Trevor’s fierce expression, my second orgasm hit even harder than the first. I screamed and arched my back, pressing against Trevor as he slammed into my body so hard I wondered if I’d have bruises on my ass later, not that I’d mind having that reminder of our office sex. Finally, Trevor let out a guttural groan as he ground against my body, still holding my hair tightly so I couldn’t look away.

Trevor’s eyes closed tightly, and his clenched jaw relaxed as his own intense climax caused his dick to twitch inside my body.

When Trevor released my hair, his lips curled into a slow, sexy smile, which is when my brain started working again.

“Fuck! You didn’t wear a condom.”