For some reason, the thought of never hearing from him again really bothered me, even though I'd spent the last several months avoiding him at all costs.
Maybe I should just listen, I thought, if only to see how ridiculous his lie is going to be.
I bit my lower lip, deep in thought while Tyler gazed at me with an earnestness that I found surprising.
Screw it. Just give him a chance to explain himself and be done with it.
"Go ahead then," I said finally, crossing my arms across my chest and sticking my nose up at the ceiling in a snobby manner. "For all the good it will do you."
Tyler let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you, Vicky."
It was the first time he'd called me Vicky. I had to admit, it sounded good to my ears.
Then he began telling me about what happened after I left him. How his ex-girlfriend suddenly showed up and demanded re-entry to his life and how she'd forced herself on him after he demanded that she leave.
"And you walked into the room right as she grabbed me," Tyler said as he finished his tale. "I was about to forcefully remove her, but then I thought better of it. I didn't want her to accuse me of something, she’s the biggest gold digger I’ve ever known, after all. I was in thought about how to handle the situation, and she took advantage of it. That’s the God’s honest truth.”
I stood there for a long while, mulling Tyler's story over in my head. For all my suspicion about his being a player, his story sure sounded genuine. His tone sounded genuine. Not one word he said sounded like a lie. But then again, that’s what he was known for, a honey tongue.
"And she's the one who caused me to lose my faith in relationships to begin with,” Tyler continued. “Trust me when I say that I’d never allow her in my life again. I tell you now, I've never been hurt by much of anything, even when my parents divorced. But what she did . . .” He shook his head, his eyes haunted. "It fucking destroyed me, probably because I’d allowed myself to grow such a huge ego that I never thought something like that would happen to me. I gave her everything . . . all of me . . . and still it wasn't enough. I know what it feels like to be cheated on, and I would never do that to you.”
It was hardly fathomable to me. What kind of girl would cheat on Tyler Locklin? He had everything. I mean, he was young, good looking, rich.
And he’s good in bed, said the voice in my head.
"So when you hear about me being a player, it was all because I was acting out my pain. I’m quite certain none of those girls ever had any inclination that I was interested in them beyond that first night. In a way, I was protecting myself. I’d put a barrier up, and I refused to let anyone get through it. That is, until you came along.”
I could tell it was difficult for him to get the words out. I'd never seen him so conflicted by his emotions before . . . and I liked it. It was nice knowing that he was capable of it.
"What about that crap about my lips when I was getting your measurements? I started out no different than any of the other girls you’ve discarded,” I demanded.
Tyler cleared his throat, feigning embarrassment. "That was just me being me. Besides, it was before I knew you." He chuckled at me, winking. "But I gotta’ say, I was absolutely right.”
"Asshole!"
“Relax, I’m just kidding. Kind of.”
I scowled. "Not funny. Not funny at all."
"Yeah it is, you just don’t want to admit." He turned serious. "Do you believe me?"
For once that voice in my mind was silent, a good sign.
"Maybe," I said coyly. "But what happened to your ex? Am I just supposed to believe she left and never came back?"
"She did come back," Tyler admitted.
I tensed up, feeling anger rise up in my throat.
"But she left when she got what she wanted," Tyler added quickly, seeing my dark scowl.
"Which was?"
"Money."
"Are you serious?" I demanded.
Tyler looked helpless. "It was a quick fix, I admit. I had enough shit going on, and I just wanted the problem to go away. She’ll probably be back, but we can cross that bridge when we get there.”
A ping of sympathy went through me, seeing the earnestness in his eyes, the pain. He really was telling the truth.
"I believe you," I said, not bothering to ask how much he’d had to pay her to go away. I suppose it really didn’t matter, and I figured the number would piss me off and we'd be back at square one.
Tyler let out an audible sigh, his expression one of relief.
"But that doesn't mean I'm just ready to start right back where we left off," I was quick to add.
It would take some time to adjust to the idea that we were back on again, especially spending the last few months hating him.
I have to make him suffer a little, I thought. I went through a lot of mental anguish during the time I was avoiding him . . . even if some of it was my fault for not giving him the time of day to explain what actually happened.
"Of course," Tyler said diplomatically. "I wouldn't expect you to be.”
Uh huh.
I glowered at how he was agreeing with anything I said. I thought I’d test him, see if he was even listening to what I was saying. “And I want five hundred thousand dollars."
Of course I wasn’t serious about the proposition. I just want to hear him disagree with me on something.
Tyler didn't blink. "You got it."
I laughed, knowing he was lying through his teeth. "Don't push it, buddy." I glanced at the clock. It was a quarter past the hour. We needed to leave, but I still had a few things I wanted to say to him.
I shook my head. "I just can't believe that you went through all this . . . just for me."
"I can," Tyler said softly. He paused, like he was pondering if he should say his next words. "I love you."
His words hit me like a gunshot to the stomach. "What?" I asked breathlessly. I must've been imagining things. I’d hoped to hear those words, but I thought they’d never come.
Tyler walked around to my side of the desk, moved Christine's chair out of the way, and turned me to face him. "I love you," he repeated in a soft, sexy growl while cupping my right cheek in his hand and gently stroking it. "I've known it for a long time now.”
Lost in the conviction of his beautiful blue eyes, I could hardly breathe. Love me? Tyler Locklin? I searched his face for deceit or some clue that he could be lying to me, but I couldn’t even find a hint of it.
He loved me. Tyler Locklin loved me.
"Don't cry," Tyler soothed, taking his thumb and wiping the tear that slid down the side of my face.
"I love you too," I breathed in his face before kissing him hard on the lips.
His powerful arms wrapped around me and he bent me back into Christine's desk as our tongues found each other’s.
"Stop!" I gasped a moment later, pushing him back and straightening. The fires were raging. Another moment and I would've lost myself.
Tyler grinned at me, that mischievous, boyish grin. "Stop? I was just getting started." He pulled me into him and I could feel his big, hard cock pressing up against my stomach, ready to go.
"Uh," I moaned as Tyler ran his hands up my thighs and around my hips to grab and squeeze my ass. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think?" Tyler replied, his breath scorching my cheek as he brushed his lips against it.
By this time, I was burning up from the close proximity of his body, feeling absolutely breathless, my limbs trembling all over. I could feel sweat gathering on various parts of my body.
It's like ninety degrees in here! Damn, I'm in hell!
“Wait!” I protested weakly. "This is Christine's office!"
Tyler laughed, uncaring. "So?" He delivered a strong kiss to my lips.
"So . . .” I gasped, "we . . . just . . . can't."
Tyler kissed me again. "We can't?"
"N . . . no," I managed. "We can't."
Tyler squeezed my right butt cheek. "Who says that we c
an't?"
"Me. Christine." My protests were so weak. Even I didn't believe them. "She'll kill me."
"Well, you should know by now, I’m not too big on following the rules,” Tyler growled, his lips finding my neck, raising my temperature up another notch. “No reason to start obeying them now.”
My defenses crumbled like a piece of paper at the intensity in his words. Who was I kidding? Every inch of Tyler Locklin was . . . addicting.
Smothering my neck, he placed his hands under my ass and lifted me up onto the desk, pushing my torso back onto it and knocking all of the items on Christine's desk to the floor.
I'm dead, I thought, briefly worried about the mess we were making.
My worries quickly vanished as Tyler bent down and continued kissing me, his hands roving all over my body with expert deftness. I moaned with pleasure and ran my fingers through his hair, filled with an almost giddy excitement.
My pent up sexual frustration and the risky naughtiness of it all made it that much more exciting, adding an edge to our passion.
I pulled on Tyler's hair as he bit into my blouse with his teeth, and with a feral jerk, he ripped it open, displaying my bra and quavering belly.
I looked up at him, awed at the primal lust on display. He was beautiful in all his horny glory, a beast that had come to have his way with his prey.
He practically tore off my bra, exposing my breasts, feasting on them like he was starving. I ran my hand down his back, feeling the incredible muscles beneath his suit, reveling in his hunger for my body.
I gasped when his lips wrapped around an erect nipple, his free hand reaching down beneath my skirt and rubbing me through my now soaked panties.
"Ohh,” I groaned, holding onto his hair tightly, enjoying the feel of him sucking on my nipples and massaging me at the same time.
My nipples proved not enough to sate his incredible hunger, as he drifted down to my waist and quickly removed my skirt and panties in one swift motion.
I cried out once again when his mouth completely covered my pussy and he began his feast. Looking up at me with those intense eyes of his, he held onto my thighs as I squirmed all over Christine’s desk.
“Fuck!” I cried, squirming, sprawling my arms out behind me, knocking the last bit of items off the desk. I was bucking like a wild animal, but I was no match for Tyler’s strength. He held my lower body in place, his lips stuck to me like glue. “Oh my God!”
Two fingers slipped inside me slowly, my stomach clamping down in response to his furious assault. My breathing quickened, and a thunderstorm was brewing inside my belly, ready to unleash its fury.
My toes curled up and my eyes rolled back inside my head as Tyler continued his onslaught, flicking his tongue up and down on my clit. "Shit!" I cried, grabbing a handful of his hair and clinging on for dear life. "I'm coming!”
Emboldened, the bastard went in harder, faster, giving me all his powerful jaws could muster until I could hold on no longer.
I blacked out momentarily. My own cries were the first thing I heard a moment later as I convulsed all over his face. He continued to hold my lower body in place, his whole mouth still clamped down on me, taking all of me in.
After the last tremor ran through my thighs, he finally let me go and stood up.
“That was intense,” I said weakly, sweat covering my forehead. “I’d forgotten how skilled you were with that mouth of yours.”
Tyler grinned at me, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “That I am.” A huge bulge was pressing against his black pants, a sign that he wasn’t done with me. “But I’m only just getting started.” He took off his blazer and then swiftly unbuttoned his dress shirt and flared it open, showing off his fabulous six pack. On impulse, I ran my fingers along the hard lines of his abs, marveling at how well-defined they were.
Sometimes I thought Tyler’s body had been sculpted by God himself, it was so exquisite. He grinned at me, loving every minute of my admiration of his body.
He pulled back, dropping his pants around his ankles, his big cock bouncing out and up and down. I yearned to slide down to my knees and take him in my mouth, but I knew Tyler had other plans for me.
"Are you ready?" he asked me, looking me in the eyes.
I wasn’t sure why he was asking. Of course I was ready. I wanted him to fuck me like no tomorrow.
“Of course I am,” I replied. “What’re you waiting for?”
Grinning, Tyler bent down to plant a kiss on my cheek. “That’s my girl,” he whispered in my ear.
He penetrated me fully in one deep thrust, his cock going to the hilt inside my canal.
I gasped.
Grabbing my breasts and squeezing them firmly, he began to slowly thrust in and out of me.
I can’t believe this, I thought. I’m getting fucked by Tyler Locklin in Christine’s office.
The thought faded away as Tyler thrust deeply once again, the friction of our bodies against the desk filling the room with sounds of creaking wood and the clap of flesh.
He pushed my legs back almost to my head, and I was thankful that I was pretty flexible. He leaned forward into me, breathing hard in my face and delivering passionate pecks to my lips every time he thrusted inward.
“Are you ready?” he asked me between thrusts, staring me deep in the eyes, his breathing labored, sweat beading down his forehead and dripping onto me.
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. I was suddenly overcome with a range of emotions as his cock slid in and out of me. Pleasure. Pain. Happiness. Euphoria.
"Yes!" I choked, staring directly into his eyes and seeing only love reflected there. "I'm ready. I've been ready. Show me what I’ve been missing.”
Tyler nodded at me, and that mischievous grin I knew so well formed on his face. He released my legs, pulling me up against him, but making sure his cock didn’t slip out of me. “I’ve longed for this feeling once again,” he whispered. His thrusts became slower. Harder. Fuller. I ran my fingers up and down his back, and settled them on his firm ass, guiding him into me and encouraging him.
“Fuck me,” I whispered sweetly, eager to feel him explode inside me.
That did the trick.
After one last powerful thrust, he threw back his head. “Ohh fuck!” He cried.
I dug my nails into his back at the same time, coming hard with him in that perfect moment. He collapsed down onto me, our sweat mingling with each other as our bodies shook against each other from pleasure.
A deep sigh escaped his lips after the last twitch of his cock. He pulled himself up and fell back onto the desk beside me, exhausted. The sound of our ragged breathing filled our ears and I smiled contentedly.
We’d done something so naughty, but something so beautiful at the same time.
After a few moments, Tyler raised up, pulling me in close to kiss my forehead. “I love you,” he said, looking into my eyes with that same deep love that so touched my heart.
I knew then that whatever happened from here on out, Tyler would always be there for me.
No matter what.
I smiled at him, my heart soaring. “I love you too.”
Charles
I tapped my fingers against my desk impatiently, resisting the urge to curse again. My contact told me he had something for me. Problem was, I hadn’t heard from the bastard since, and he was supposed to have been here half an hour ago.
“Where the hell is he?” I muttered, glancing at my watch. It was closing hours for Armex. Most people would be gone home by now, but not everyone was required to be out. Not if they had important work to do.
And there’s nothing more important than what I’m doing, I thought darkly. Sealing my position within this company before it’s too late.
Tyler Locklin was a woman-chasing, incompetent fool. And the sooner he was brought down, the better.
He’s a disgrace, and I’m going to make sure that he’s widely recognized as the talentless scoundrel that he is.
After sitting f
or another ten minutes, I grabbed my mobile phone and slid my finger over the lock screen. If my contact had lied, he’d be sorry.
Before I could begin to dial a certain number, the door to my office opened gently and in walked the man I was waiting on.
“Finally,” I growled. “You took forever. I was beginning to think you had second thoughts. Did you bring what we discussed?”
Though his hood was pulled low, even I could see the grin that touched his jaw line.
He walked over and tossed a large envelope on my desk. Eagerly, I snatched up the package and pushed another, fatter, envelope across the desk to him.
“You have my thanks,” I practically drooled. “When I hired you, I never thought you’d get something this good. You’re worth every penny.”
My contact grabbed the envelope and weighed it in his hand before sticking it into the folds his hoodie. “You know what you’re going to do with those?” he asked.
I bit back a sarcastic reply. He’s good, but I didn’t pay him to be nosy. But what did it matter? In a day or two, I would have what I want. Tyler Locklin would be ruined.
For good.
I couldn’t keep a nefarious grin off my face as I replied, “Get rid of a thorn in my side, once and for all.”
Chapter 27
Tyler
“I’m so proud of you, son,” my father said while I was sitting in his office after a long day at work. It’d been a week after Victoria and I had gotten back together and I’d never been happier. “You made such a change in a short period of time.”
After getting back together, I’d thrown myself into my duties with renewed vigor, trying to fix all the problems that so worried my father.
If he needed me for a specific task, I was there. If he wanted something done that required my expertise, I did it instead of passing it off to a lackey.
I wasn’t sure what had me so motivated, but I had my guess.
With Victoria by my side, I was a changed man. Through and through. “Ah, thanks, Dad,” I said.
He shook his head. “That was one helluva presentation you gave this afternoon. I haven’t seen you that excited in years.”
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