Besotted (Beguiling Bachelors Book 4)

by Madison Michael

  Damn, she had him on edge.

  Not sure how he had survived as long as he had, Tyler was just happy that he had her alone at last. He could jump off that edge and take her with him. And he planned to do just that, for the rest of night and all day tomorrow. The real world could wait, the next twenty-four hours belonged to them.

  Tyler resisted divesting Regan of her coat on the elevator, settling for wrapping his hands around her cheeks and in her hair, holding her tightly and kissing her senseless as the car took them up forty floors. Once the apartment door closed behind them, and the deadbolt clicked soundly into place, her coat was history as he skimmed his hand down her back and under the waist of the dress. Then Tyler pushed her gently against the door, trapping her willing body and lowering his head to kiss her again. Without breaking the kiss, he shrugged out of his coat and tux jacket, letting them swoosh to the floor behind him.

  Tyler had controlled his kisses in the elevator, but now he unleashed the power of his desire, probing her mouth with his tongue, tasting the warmth of Regan’s mouth, bruising her lips with his demands. She was returning his kisses with enthusiasm, her hands running up and down the back of the soft fabric of his shirt until he felt her pull it loose from his pants to run her hands along the bare skin of his back.

  His muscles reflexively bunched and released under her caress. He was growing harder and fuller low against her belly. Tyler didn't think it was possible to want her more than he did right now, as one of her soft hands slid along his skin, and the other dug into his scalp. Regan's lips clung to his, and her body pressed tight against him from chin to toes. He savored every inch of Regan molded fast against every inch of him. Still, he craved more, needed to get closer.

  Pulling her from the door and toward the bedroom, Tyler stopped to nip at her lips with every few steps, reaching to draw the short zipper on her dress down so that the moment they entered the bedroom, he could slide the barely-there straps and let it slither to the floor. She stood before him, naked except a silvery thong, clearly wet with her juices, a pair of too-high heels and a blush that covered her chest and face. She took his breath away.

  "Your turn," Regan told him, pulling on one side of his bowtie, jerking it free from under his collar. Tyler took it from her hand as she reached for the studs of his shirtfront. She carefully undid the top two before he yanked hard on the shirt, popping open the rest and causing Regan to laugh her throaty, sexy laugh.

  When Tyler reached for the button on his pants, Regan swatted his hand out of the way. "Let me," she suggested, barely above a whisper as her small hands undid the button and zipper, grazing against his hard-on until he wanted to scream.

  The tease knew precisely the effect she was having on him. It was his turn. Tyler lifted Regan off her feet, high enough to suck on one tantalizing breast while her feet dangled in the air, dropping her gently to the bed and following her down.

  She was tiny under the size of him. His weight forced her to dip deep into the mattress, but her sigh of pleasure was sufficient signal to keep going. He took her bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at the ripe softness before plundering her sweet mouth with his tongue, tasting the warmth of her.

  Regan was incredibly responsive. Little mews of pleasure erupted from her as her hands roamed his back, his shoulders, and the tight muscles of his butt, leaving a trail of sensation and heat everywhere she touched.

  "I want to touch every inch of you," Tyler told her.

  “What’s stopping you?”

  “With my tongue,” he finished, causing her to gasp.

  "What's stopping you?" Regan asked again, a wicked smile displaying her even teeth, catching the moonlight in the shadowy room.

  Tyler slid down her body until he tasted the perfumed skin of her jaw and neck, the hollow of her collarbone and lower, wrapping his mouth around one tight nipple and sucking hard. Regan lifted off the mattress slightly, offering herself to him. She was no shy flower, he realized, nipping harder at the hard bud, as his hands roamed lower.

  Regan's head was thrashing. Her legs were sliding about the back of his thighs as if she didn't know what to do with everything she was feeling. Tyler moved to her other breast, sucking the mound deep into his mouth, wrapping his fingers around the nipple he had just abandoned as he suckled.

  At the same time, he captured her legs between his to still them and shifted his weight to rest his almost painful erection between her thighs. Sinking lower on Regan's body, Tyler worried that he wouldn't last much longer.

  Regan must have read his mind, clawing at his back and arching into him. “Please Ty, please,” she repeated again and again. Did he take what he wanted or deliver on the promise of oral pleasure? Damn. He wanted to please her so much.

  Taking a deep, calming breath, Tyler slid lower, until his teeth captured the wisp of fabric barely hiding Regan's center. She lifted her hips, helping Tyler remove the panties without his hands before she kicked them to the floor along with her shoes.

  Tyler inhaled the musky smell of arousal that he had caused and planted a hard kiss at the top of the tiny thatch of curls, before dipping lower and exploring Regan with his tongue.

  "Oh God," she sighed when he wrapped his lips around the hard nub full of nerve endings and began to suck. Regan spread her legs wider to allow Tyler freer access. Tyler took the invitation, sliding his shoulders between her thighs until she was spread before him like a feast. Then feast he did, feeling Regan writhe, her legs tightening around his torso, her hips lifting to his face, her juices flowing freely.

  Tyler lifted his head. “Do I finish what I started?” he asked her.

  “Later.” Regan hesitated only seconds before she grabbed at his shoulders and pulled him up her body. As she did so, he yanked off his briefs then positioned himself over her. They both took a deep breath.

  Tyler stabbed his tongue into Regan's mouth at the moment he plunged his erection into her. She was hot and tight. So tight, but so slippery at the same time. He glided into her and stopped, fully seated, his body heavy against hers. The feeling was indescribably good, leaving Tyler wondering if he would explode right there.

  Control. Tyler willed himself calm. He focused on her mouth, tasting Regan's sweetness along with the salty flavors of her, on her rapid breathing, on her scent. Tyler felt the urgency of her legs, wrapped securely around his ass, pulling him tight into her. They were gasping like marathon runners as he remained still and deep, savoring the feel of her body wrapped around his in every possible way.

  Then he moved, pulling slowly from her velvet glove, tingling with sensation along his shaft, before rocking back into her, thick, hot and hard. Regan rolled her small hips against his movements, reaching for her release, panting into his mouth.

  Reaching under her to grab the globes of her buttocks, Tyler pulled Regan hard against him and began to plunge into her tight wetness harder and faster.

  “Yes, yes,” she kept repeating between kisses, her breath soft on his face. Regan’s fingers were digging into his muscles, holding him tight, lifting to his withdrawal, sinking with his return. He felt her muscles tighten and cling harder, her breath hitch before she quivered around him, sighing in pleasure, riding him to her climax.

  The feel of her orgasm pulsing around him was all Tyler could take. Feeling his own body tighten in response, he thrust deep and repeatedly in Regan's warm body, striving for his release until his body contracted and exploded. It was too much. He rode the wave of release, feeling his heart overflow for the woman clinging to him.

  As he felt his body coming down from its high, beginning to soften inside Regan’s relaxed body, Tyler realized that Regan was raining kisses all over his face. They were sweaty and slippery against each other, so much so that he feared he would slip out of her warmth.

  “Don’t move,” he begged her. “I want to stay like this as long as I can. You feel incredible.”

  "That was incredible," Regan stated, kissing him hard on the mouth, then pulling back, so t
he huge grin splitting her face was easily visible.

  His smile was an automatic response to her joy and to one of the best orgasms he had ever had.

  “I love your dimples,” Regan said, gently tracing the dents in his face with her finger, causing his smile to grow bigger.

  "I love you," he said simply. Regan stared at him with wide eyes but said nothing. "I love you, all of you. Everything about you," he repeated. His heart stopped in his chest. She was staring at him. Here he was flaccid, but still inside her, clinging to that closeness, spilling his guts about loving her and she was silent. He moved to pull out and away.

  Regan’s arms shot out to hold him to her, not allowing him to pull free of her body. “Don’t move,” she commanded. “Please. I want this to last forever.”

  “Forever?”

  "This moment, Tyler. This is our moment. I finally understand, I finally believe, that you love me as completely as I love you. We are going to be together."

  Tyler released the breath he didn’t know he was holding, felt his heart kick start in his chest and bowed his head to kiss the woman he had loved all his life.

  “Hmm, do I feel a certain…resurgence?” she asked smiling and wiggling against his growing erection.

  “Well, if we are going to do this forever, I better be able to keep this up.”

  “Oh yes, Ty. I plan for you to keep it up again and again.”

  Tyler stopped Regan’s laugh with a demanding kiss before beginning to prove his stamina for what promised to be a very long night.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Tyler

  Tyler felt sweat pooling under his arms, and a small shiver of nerves caused his hands to tremble. As long as he kept them out of sight, he was fine. Glancing over at Wyatt, Tyler was astonished to see him looking cool as a cucumber. Sure. He didn't have prison hanging over his head if this went wrong, but still, his family stood to lose millions of dollars and LHRE's best clients.

  “Why are you so damn calm?” Tyler finally hissed over to his friend, sitting across the conference room table. “I am sweating like a pig.”

  “Do I look calm?" Wyatt asked in surprise. "I sure as hell don't feel calm. Where the hell is everyone anyway?" The two men surveyed the hallways outside the glass-enclosed conference room seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Assistants sat typing on their computers within their cubicles, people came and went into their offices. To anyone looking from the outside, it was a typical day at Lyons Howe Real Estate.

  “I know,” Tyler said, looking at the Rolex his friends had gifted him upon graduation from law school for about the twentieth time in an hour. If he ended up with nothing, he would have to sell it. “We have been sitting here for 45 minutes. Where the hell are they?”

  “Which they?” Wyatt asked. “I thought by now…”

  Both men jerked their heads up like dogs hearing a noise. There was a flurry of activity at the front desk as seven large men dressed in business suits with heavy overcoats ignored the pleas of the receptionist and sailed past her into the conference room.

  Tyler rose, surreptitiously wiping his hands along the side of his pants before shaking the hands of his enemies. He offered to take their coats and called for one of the assistants to bring coffee. They were all playing the game, keeping up the appearances of a typical business meeting. This meeting was anything but typical. It was life and death.

  “Andrei, won’t you take a seat?” Tyler asked, gesturing to a chair before thinking better of it and shoving his trembling hands in his pockets.

  Wyatt sat still, his blue eyes wide, his jaw tight as the men took their places around the table. Tyler knew they would be massive, half were surely bodyguards, but seeing Wyatt's reaction solidified his realization that they were dealing with an entirely different animal.

  "He needs to be here?" The apparent ring-leader questioned, nodding his head toward Wyatt.

  “He did the software for me,” Tyler explained in a voice that sounded calmer than he expected. “He’s here in case you have questions.”

  "The program will speak for itself," a smaller man said in his heavily accented voice. "I will read the software; it will tell me what I need to know."

  Recognizing his cue, Wyatt slid a computer printout about one half inch thick across the table, followed by a laptop, opened to display the same code as was printed.

  “I guess we have no preliminaries,” Wyatt mumbled under his breath, garnering him dirty looks from the ringleader.

  "Let it go, Wyatt," Tyler whispered, "Let's just get this over with," he added in a voice loud enough for all to hear.

  "We have a different definition of preliminaries, as you say," the ringleader, Andrei, said, gesturing to the two men. The five large, silent men that had entered the room went to work. Two ran their hands carefully over Tyler and Wyatt, looking for weapons, cell phones, wires; Tyler couldn't be sure. The other three were combing their hands along the bottom of the table, the windows, the light fixtures.

  “Clean,” one of them announced as all five took seats.

  "Good. Preliminaries over. Pyotr, do you have what you need?”

  “Where is the client list?" Pyotr looked up from the computer and stared at Wyatt. "We get the code and the list."

  "It's there," Wyatt jumped up to come around the table and point it out. Three huge men stood rapidly. They moved quickly for such large men, causing Tyler to shake his head furiously and motion Wyatt back to his chair.

  "It's there at the back of the printout," Wyatt answered, slowly sinking back into his chair. The three men did the same, and the mounting tension in the room subsided. The only sound was breathing and the rustle of paper as Pyotr sifting through the printout.

  "Got it," he said. Andrei relaxed in his chair, shifting his position. Until this moment, Andrei's hand had rested in his breast pocket, likely on a handgun. Tyler took his movement as a positive sign.

  "Everything is here, as promised," Tyler assured the men.

  "It better be," Andrei said, "or that pretty little blonde won't be running this place anymore."

  Wyatt's head shot up, looking first to Tyler then straight into Andrei's cold brown eyes. "What does Regan have to do with this?"

  “Nothing, if you did your job. Your woman is a feisty one. I would be happy to have her in Russia with me." Andrei licked his lips in a lascivious manner that almost caused Tyler to leap from his chair. Andrei, seeing the reaction, threw his head back and laughed. "Maybe I take her anyway?" he teased Tyler.

  “We have a deal,” Tyler hissed at the snake sitting across from him. “You don’t touch her.”

  “It’s all here,” Pyotr announced just as the receptionist wheeled in a coffee cart. Tyler quickly dismissed her. The men ignored the coffee, all eyes on Pyotr. “Everything looks good.”

  “You’re positive?” Andrei challenged.

  "No hooks, all the accounts are here. We have the balances and the access information. I even tested two of them randomly while we sat here and the funds were deposited right to our account."

  "That fast?" Andrei asked, a wide smile breaking across his sharp features. "How much in all?"

  "I can't be positive, but it looks to be in the billions," Pyotr stated awestruck.

  "Billions," Andrei repeated, his face replicating the glee of a kid staring in a candy shop window. "Billions is very good, Tyler. This payment will buy you years and years of freedom."

  "This is it, Andrei Milovich. We have a deal. If I hear from you ever again, I go to the police."

  "You go to the police," Andrei mocked, "and tell them what? That you embezzled billions with the help of the CEO’s brother? I think you go nowhere. I think you tell no one.”

  Tyler felt the blood rushing through his veins and feared they would pop with the pressure.

  “Tyler,” Wyatt called to him softly, “You knew you were taking a chance.”

  Tyler calmed down and passed three copies of a legal document across the table. "Sign this, all the copies, an
d we are finished here."

  “What am I signing?” Andrei and Pyotr asked in unison.

  "A confession," Tyler responded. "I knew you would never leave me alone, no matter what you promised, so I have drafted a legal document admitting all your blackmail, including today. If you ever come near me again, I release it to the authorities."

  "Don't sign that, boss," one of the enormous silent men told Andrei.

  “No problem,” Andrei responded with alacrity. “We will be safely and richly ensconced in Russia where no one can touch us. No extradition. No trials. I will sign your stupid papers."

  Tyler removed a Mont Blanc pen from his interior breast pocket, willing his hands to be steady. He waved the pen in the air to reassure the men it wasn't a gun, then slid it across the mahogany table. He watched as Andrei signed the documents without reading them. Andrei slid the pen across to Pyotr who did the same before pushing the stack toward Tyler.

  Tyler reviewed the signatures with the thoroughness of a lawyer and then returned one copy to Andrei. "For your records," he told the Russian. "One for me and one for the files, in case something should happen to me."

  "What could happen to you, Tyler, my friend?" Andrei asked with a menacing smile. "You delivered, we leave you alone. We have a deal."

  With that Andrei rose from his seat, Pytor stuffed the computer and the papers into a nondescript briefcase and with goons in front and thugs behind them, the men exited the room.

  Wyatt never moved, but Tyler rose from his chair, holding the papers for dear life. Suddenly more confident with the Russians, he spoke up. "What? No kiss goodbye," he teased Andrei. "Farewell, my friend."

  Wyatt began to speak, but Tyler shushed him, waiting until he saw the men go out the LHRE main doors. When the heavy doors closed behind the last of them, Wyatt reached for his cell, recalled he didn't have it and wandered into the hall, grabbing a cellphone from the first person he saw.

  "They are leaving the building now," he said without preamble and hung up.

  “What did they sign?” Wyatt asked Tyler. “I wasn’t expecting that.”