Chapter 25 #2
“But then I got distracted by other things.” His gaze traveled down to my breasts. Desire pooled at my center. His fiery gaze was hard to hold, and I turned away, feeling my cheeks heat.
“Can we eat?” I said. “You’re making me feel awkward.”
He growled but returned to his food. Once we were done, I got up to clear the dishes, but before I could barely make it to the kitchen, he encircled his arms around my waist, drew me back against his chest, and caressed his hands all over my front, from my boobs to my pussy.
My neck dropped along his shoulder as he strummed my clit.
We had sex again in the kitchen. Then he carried me up to his bedroom, where we had an encore.
He was just as relentless as he had been the first time we had sex.
Only this time, instead of trying to prove something, he wanted to please me.
I dared not think it, but he worshipped my body in a way that I did not expect.
Once he started kissing me, he would not stop.
He wanted to taste every inch of me, and he did.
He devoured my pussy, bringing me to orgasm each time.
And when he finally entered me, I could not believe how amazing he felt, even though he had been inside me a short while ago.
My initial plan was to leave and go to my place, but I ended up sleeping in his bed, limbs weak and jelly from a night of passion. And when the sun came the following morning, I was still too lazy to get out of bed until I remembered it was still a weekday and I had plenty of work to do.
Tyler was still fast asleep. He looked so serene that I didn’t want to wake him.
Serene and innocent. It was hard to believe that this was the same man who had driven me wild the day before.
I checked the clock. It was close to seven, and he didn’t seem like he had any intention of waking up.
Was he one of those bosses who came into work late?
It didn’t seem likely. If anything, I would bet Tyler would be in the office before everyone else.
I leaned over him, placing both my arms beside his chest, and kissed his fluttering eyelashes. But then a hand shot up, imprisoning my arm in a vice grip. “Morning.” His voice was gruff and sexy.
“You were awake!”
He opened his eyes. “You woke me.” He scanned my body with an intensity that brought fire to my gut. If we did what he had in mind, we would never leave this room, let alone this bed.
“It’s already seven. I have to leave, or else I’ll be late for work.”
His other hand went up to my cheek and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. “Do you have any meetings you need to attend?”
I shook my head.
“Anything else important?”
“I mean, your hotel is important. If we’re going to have it ready by—
“That can wait. I want to take you out.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you want to know if we could be more than,” he gestured to the bed, “this?”
Did I? I was perfectly comfortable with the new fucked-up level of our relationship we had reached.
Now not only was he my husband and my client, he was now my fuck buddy.
A very good one too. It was a complicated relationship that I made peace with last night after a few earth-shattering orgasms. What he was proposing, however, was dangerous.
I didn’t think I could handle the inevitable divorce if we ‘got to know each other.’
“What happened to hating me?”
“What if I say I no longer do?”
I snorted. “What changed? My pussy isn’t that revolutionary.”
His hand, which had been on my cheek, strayed down to my butt cheek, and he pressed me down so that I buckled on top of him, my body splaying on top of his. He clasped his arms around me. “What if I say it is?”
I scoffed.
“It’s true. I had sex with you once, and I couldn’t enjoy sex with any other woman again the same way I did with you. You were…different.”
I could feel my brow wrinkling. “That sounds awful. I made you not like sex?”
“You made me realize that I was settling. That it could be better.”
My heart thudded so hard I was sure he could feel it. “Is that what you tell women to keep them in your bed?”
“No woman has been in my bed before.”
“Now that’s a boldfaced lie.”
Still holding me tightly, he reached for his phone, which was on the nightstand, and waved it. “You can call my exes and confirm?”
I pushed the phone away. He let it clutter onto the bed beside him and interlaced my hand with his. “All two hundred of them? That will take forever.”
I tried to get off him, but he held me to him. “Stay. Please?” His eyes were pleading as though my saying no would disappoint him.
“Don’t you have work to do?”
“It can be postponed. Yours too, I imagine.” He flashed a mischievous grin and squeezed my butt. “It’s not as though the client will lodge a complaint.”
Since the budget had been approved, the contractors we hired could continue to work without any hiccups. There were a few things that needed my supervision, but they could hold off on those items for a day.
“Fine. But let me call my assistant and sort out a few things.”
Reluctantly, he let go of me, but not before drawing me down for a kiss.
“So, what’s the plan?” I asked after I was done showering.
Tyler was no longer in the bedroom, and I had to follow the smell of sizzling food to find him in the kitchen, half-naked, making breakfast. The smell of bacon, mushrooms, and eggs filled the room.
“Trying to redeem your honor?” I glanced down at the plate of pancakes next to the stove and snatched one.
He gently lifted an omelet with the precision of a Michelin star chef and placed it on a plate. “Something like that.”
“Oh, my god!” I chewed on the pancake, and a burst of flavor exploded in my mouth. Blueberries, bananas, and vanilla all combined to create a heavenly combination.
Tyler nodded smugly. “I told you I’m good.”
Tyler’s place had a breakfast nook in the kitchen corner that offered a view of the city. I sat at the end of the curved bench and watched as he juggled two plates and two cups of coffee. He placed them down on the table and sat opposite me.
He pushed my plate and cup towards me. I grabbed the hot beverage first and took a sip. The coffee ran down my throat, warming my body. Tyler liked his apartment cold, and I had never noticed before, probably because I was too hot for him. “I thought you were going to drop it all for a second.”
Tyler righted his plate and cut into his bacon. “My latent waiter training kicked in at the last second.”
I dropped the pancake I had picked up. “You were a waiter?”
“I worked for several years at a restaurant. My father wanted me to work for my stay in college.” He jabbed the bacon and a piece of omelet he had cut. Before popping the food in his mouth, he added, “Though it made no sense because my salary didn’t put a dent in the massive tuition.”
“Maybe he wanted you to fend for yourself.”
He shrugged. “Massive good that did to me. Seb and I still used his name and connections when we started the company.”
“Were you and Seb always this close?”
He paused, deep in thought. “Kinda. Yeah. Since we are both close in age, we’ve always hung out together. Some people thought we were twins.”
“But he’s younger than you, by what? A year?”
“Yeah, but I’ve never felt like an older brother to him than I do with Raine or Ivy. Are you going to eat your food?”
I glanced down at my food. The pancakes, eggs, and bacon were fascinating, but not as much as the man in front of me.
For the first time in a while, it felt as though I could ask him anything and he would respond.
He was so open in a way he’d never been before, and instead of being wary of the change; I wanted to lean into it so I could learn more about him before he got tired of me and decided I belonged to the cold once more.
“Not until you tell me why you’re like this today? And yesterday.”
Amusement tugged at the corners of his lips. “Like what?”
“You know.”
“I told you. I’m tired of pretending I don’t like you.”
“When you say that, what does it mean? You like my body?”
He nodded. “Pretty much.” My heart sank. I don’t know what I expected. A declaration of love. That would be stupid. “I like your mind too. You’re very creative.” My heart leaped again. “And smart.”
“Thanks.”
“I don’t know. I want us to explore this thing between us in depth. What do you think?”
“I like the sound of that. So how are we going to do it?”
“What do you think of pottery making?”
I chuckled. “Like in Ghost?”
“Have you ever done it?”
I shook my head.
He rubbed his hands excitedly. “You’re going to love it.”