Power Switch (Power Play #3) - Kennedy L. Mitchell Page 0,11

his warm tongue as it slides up and down my slick center, I whimper and arch my hips off the bed, searching for more.

A heavy palm smacks against the side of my ass, the loud sound of skin-to-skin contact making me tense.

Trey’s mouth pulls back, leaving me desperate and wanting.

“Please—”

The press of an ice chip directly to my hot, sensitive clit cuts my words off with a short scream.

“Shh, baby, or I'll have to gag you too.” More slickness trickles out at his words. Something is definitely wrong with me. “Oh, you like that idea, don't you?” He chuckles. The resulting vibrations tickle my center, causing me to moan. “Next time, Mess. Next time I'll bind you and gag you and fuck you until you're hoarse.”

Oh hell. I shudder on the comforter.

“Until then.” The melting ice cube returns along with the heat of his mouth, almost like it’s held between his teeth or pressed between his lips, and descends lower toward my entrance. Little by little, his ice-cold tongue dives inside, pushing a bit of the ice in with each thrust.

I fight the restraints. A frustrated grunt comes out at being so out of control.

Up and down he licks, flicking the ice against the tip of my nub.

“Do you forgive me, Mess?” He sucks me hard into his mouth. Again I scream. “Is that a yes.”

“Yes,” I groan. “Fuck yes, Trey. Finish it. I can't take this anymore.” My tone is desperate, and almost whiny.

“Thank fuck.” Two cold fingers slide in deep, curling to hit my most sensitive spot at the same time he nips at my clit.

The world ceases to exist. Every nerve ending, every muscle tenses and freezes in rapid succession as the building orgasm explodes through my veins. A silent scream makes its way out of my gaping mouth as I suck in deep breaths.

Slowly peeling my thighs from around his ears, I let my legs fall to the bed, too exhausted to hold them up on my own. Smiling like a fool, I close my eyes behind the blindfold.

After several seconds pass, my breathing slows to a normal pace as my mind clears.

“Mess,” Trey says beside my ear. The tension holding my arms high loosens, followed by the bind around my wrists. “Mess,” he calls like he's trying to bring me out of a dream. Hell, maybe he is. Maybe I never woke up this morning and this is all one amazing wet dream. “You have five minutes before the AAG meeting.”

My eyes pop open, my lashes brushing along the cloth still covering my eyes. With a curse, I bolt up. Halfway off the bed, I yank the material off my eyes and look down to see what's now slung around my neck. My eyes narrow at my T-shirt.

“Seriously? You used the one I was wearing?”

“I'm resourceful,” he says with a shrug as he adjusts his massive erection beneath his dark suit pants.

I wince at the clear discomfort he’s in. Pointing at his crotch, I waggle my finger back and forth. “What about your situation?”

“It's my penance.”

I snort and swipe my bra off the floor before sliding the straps up my arms. With the unicorns officially drowned, I slide on a fresh pair of underwear before searching for my other discarded clothes. As I get dressed, Trey grabs his holster off the dresser.

The holster, suit, styled hair…. Wait a second.

“Are you working today? Yesterday you said today was your day off.”

Only once both guns are situated and secured does he answer. “It is, technically.”

“Okay,” I say slowly. Shoving my arms through the sleeves of my shirt, I push it over my head. “Then why are you here, armed? You never carry unless you're working.”

His sigh increases my nerves.

“Is there some kind of threat? Am I in danger?”

Trey reaches up to rake his fingers through his hair, then pauses like he just remembered it was fixed and shouldn't mess it up. “No. Well, I guess technically you always are, but nothing specific as to why I'm here.”

“Then why?”

“I wanted to be here for your meeting with the AAG. Tank stopped by this morning and brought up what happened last night with the Sam guy. We didn't want to raise any red flags by coming by as your friends, so we switched places with a couple of the beta team agents.” He shrugs like the gesture isn't a big deal. With a tug on one sleeve and then the other, he peers up through his dark lashes. “Is