Page 39 of High Baller

"I think you need to slow down," Calvin shouts in my ear, as the music is deafening.

"I'm starting my birthday weekend early," I tell him. Finn grabs my hand, and we make our way to the dance floor.

As I spin around, I see Derek walking over to me, and I shake my head as I ignore him. I continue to dance with Finn, and I shoot Derek a look, telling him that if he leaves, he won't be doing anything fun tonight.

"Can we talk?" I hear him from behind me. I mean, he's standing close enough to me.

“No, can I enjoy my night?”

"Yes, but can we talk first? It'll be quick, I swear.”

I turn around to see him with Ariel. I give her a smile then lock my eyes with Derek.

"Fine," I tell him. There's no way he’s going to let me enjoy my time, so I might as well listen to what he has to say. He jerks his chin for me to follow. I knew he wouldn't talk in the bar; anyone could hear what he has to say to me.

I walk into the office, and stare at Trey. "You know, next time, just say that Trey wants to talk to you," I snap, scowling at Derek.

“Would you have come?” he asks.

"Guess we won't know now, will we?” I fire back at him. "Are you staying for this conversation?" I look at him as he walks closer to me.

“I’m not sure if I like you more or less when you’re in this mood.” Derek smiles at me as he leaves the office.

“What happened to my night out with my friends?” I take a sip of my delicious drink.

“Once Madison finally told me what she said to you, I wanted to see you,” he explains, and leans on the desk in the office. “I’m sorry about her, I never—”

"I know. I'm a lot stronger than I look, Trey. She doesn't like me, I get that.” I walk over to him, and he opens his legs up for me to stand between them. "You know, I'm just looking for my name to be all over the papers, hook you into getting me pregnant so I can take your money, and then when I have you so in love me, I plan on breaking your heart," I say with a smile. I know this is what they want, I have two choices. Run away, or play this game. I choose to play the game.

"You have an excellent plan there. But, what happens if you fall in love with me?” he asks with a sexy smirk.

“Now that’s not part of my game.” I stroke his face softly. Trey pulls me closer, his hand on the back of my thigh, slowly moving it up to my back.

"I'm excited to hear this plan of yours," he says, slowly dipping his hand into my panties. “But, all I care about right now is, are we good? Madison won't be backing away that easily, but she’ll come around.” He pulls me a little closer to him, his hand moving from my back to the front, giving my clit a flick, making my body jolt into his hand.

"Are you going to be okay knowing that your sister hates me, and the fact that your mum doesn't know yet?" I ask him. If Madison took the news this hard, how the hell is his mum going to take it? (British characters would say Mum.)

"Let me worry about Ma, ok? I'll talk to her next week. I have your back, just have mine."

“I have it.” I bring my lips to his. “You’re just lucky that you’re very…” I kiss his lips, “very…” I dart my tongue out over the softness, “good at…” I nip his bottom lip, “sexy.”

My breathing grows faster, as he takes my mouth. Trey's finger moves my panties to the side and slips his fingers between my folds. I feel his lips curl up into a smile. "So wet, shorty."

“Umm,” I moan, the only noise that escapes me as my lips are on his.

Trey stands up and pulls my dress up over my waist, quickly undoing his button and pulling the zipper down. I hear them fall to the floor.

"I hope you don't like this?" Trey asks as he rips my panties off me, and I look at him with a smile.

I turn around so that he stands behind me, my back to his front. I lie on the desk, my hands gripping the side as I feel Trey's cock sliding over my wetness. I spread my legs a little wider for him, just as I feel the tip of his hard cock entering me.

“It’s like you’re made just for me,” Trey whispers in my ear as he nips the sensitive flesh on my neck.

I cry out as he pushes into me, his girth stretching me. My grip increases when he begins to slide in and out, picking up the pace, each thrust coming harder.

"Trey, I want more," I plead. He slaps my ass, and I moan in pleasure. This is fucking amazing. I hear Trey growl my name, louder than I ever cried his, and I love hearing him, telling me that he wants me just as much as I want him.

His grip on my hip tightens, and his thrusts are slamming me harder into the table. I turn my face to look at him, his head falling back a little as he pounds into me.