“What is it this time, Brent? You get caught fucking your mistress?” I chuckle, only to have him roll his eyes.
“No, Gigi told me she’s pregnant. She won’t take a paternity test. I need a court order, but I want your help. This needs to be kept quiet. My wife can’t find out.” I want to sigh, loudly, so he knows what a disappointment of a man he is. This guy is an asshole. What I’d like to do is punch him in the dick, then tell him to stop fucking around on a beautiful woman who loves him. But if I did that, I’d be a hypocrite because that’s why I’m divorced.
I’ve made mistakes and learned from them.
This asshole . . . he’s just plain stupid.
This is the fourth time in three months he’s been in my office needing legal assistance for cheating on his wife. Before I have time to respond, Hope walks in, sending heat surging through me. Her white blouse is almost see-through, and I can just make out the outline of her beautiful bra encasing her full breasts. She settles beside me, her iPad sitting on the table in front of her.
Meeting my client’s worried gaze, I lean my elbows on the table. “Let’s get this show on the road. I need the whole story. Ms. Silverton will take notes.”
Brent’s gaze is overly appreciative of my assistant, which pisses me off. He’s an asshole, and Hope doesn’t need him ogling her body. She needs someone who can appreciate her. Someone who can take care of her. Like me. The thought startles the shit out of me. Brent sitting across from us starts his story, and my mind drifts to the night with the beauty beside me.
Hope’s been dancing around my suite for more than ten minutes. Rising from the sofa, I stalk toward her. “Do you like teasing me, Hope?” I growl, low and feral.
“I think you’re the tease, Tyler,” she murmurs with desire dripping off every word. Reaching for her hips, I tug her against me. Her ass against my crotch, the ridge of my erection nestled between those pert cheeks that I’ve been salivating over for two and a half years.
“You sure about this? You’ve been teasing me all night,” I tell her, allowing my words to whisper between us. She shudders, turning her head so her gaze falls on mine.
“Just fuck me already, Tyler,” she commands. I chuckle. This woman is too fucking beautiful. Too perfect for me. I’ll never be worthy of someone like Hope Silverton. But, if she wants me tonight, I’ll give her that. One night, and then we move on. As much as I know I shouldn’t fuck my staff, I’ve gone too far already.
“I want you to drop your skirt and panties. Step out of them, bend over at the waist, and put your face on the bed. Reach back, open those pretty holes for me. Show me what I can take.” I expect her to tell me to fuck off. This is the beginning of debasement, and as much as I love it, not many women allow me to do this. To degrade them to mere fuck toys.
However, this pretty woman obeys me with a smile. She pushes her skirt along with her panties down those long, lithe legs and steps out of them. Still wearing her black heels, she bends over, her torso on the bed, her hips at the edge.
With one beautiful, erotic movement, she spreads her legs wide, then reaches back and opens herself to me. The sight has my cock just about ready to explode. Fuck me.
“Is this what you wanted, Tyler?” She moans my name like an elicit fucking promise. Oh darling, fuck yes, that is what I wanted.
I don’t respond. Instead, I shove my last remaining clothes—shirt and boxers—off and drop them on the floor. My teeth rip the foil packet open, and I’m sheathed in seconds. Gripping her perfect hip with one hand, I fist my dick, slapping the tip on her pussy. She’s fucking drenched.
“Ready, Tease?”
“Yes!” she shrieks as I thrust into her, fully seating myself. Her body tightens, sucking me into her heated core, and I don’t relent. I don’t do slow, sweet lovemaking. I fuck her. I drive her into the bed. Pinning her down until she’s gasping for air. I pull out and plunge back in. Deeper. Faster. Harder. A sheen of sweat on her tanned skin shimmers under the low lights. “Come. Fucking soak my dick, Tease,” I growl, raising a hand, raining it down onto her ample ass.
Again, and again.
The cherry-red handprint on her creamy, smooth skin has my balls tightening. Marking a woman is a basal need. One that I crave. My hips slam into her. “Fuck!” I grit out through clenched teeth as I empty myself into the condom.
Chapter One
Hope
“Tyler?” He shakes his head and glances at me. Those dark blue eyes are almost black as he shifts in his seat, and I can’t stop the frown on my face. “Are you okay?” He nods.
“Brent, I’ll have a look at the notes, and we’ll set up a court date. I’ll get you the court order on one condition. The next time you walk in here, and I know there’ll be a next time, it won’t have anything to do with you fucking around on your wife.”
Tyler’s no-nonsense tone is pure anger. He’s vibrating with rage. “Yeah, thanks, man. I’ve learned my lesson.” The man rises and stalks toward my boss. “Thank you.” They shake hands, and Brent casts me another leering glance before leaving.
“Asshole.”
“I thought he was a friend of yours?” I question.
Tyler pins me with a glare so fierce I feel it right down to my core. “I may be an asshole, Hope, but I’ve learned from my mistakes. That dick has been in here every other month with a problem, and they’re normally names like Kiki, Gigi, Lola, or any other exotic dancers he can find wherever he goes to when his wife is alone at home.”
“So, you’re saying you never slept with multiple women or cheated?” I ask with my brow rising. I hope he can see the disbelief in my expression. He rises then. Shrugging off his jacket, he hangs it on the back of the chair. I watch him stalk toward the door. Clicking the lock, he turns back to me.
“Get on your knees,” he commands in a low, husky tone. It’s an order and there’s nothing about this situation that’s professional. I’m his employee. He’s my boss. And I have a feeling he’s about to ask me to suck his cock. “Do you want me to ask you again?” he bites out angrily.
“Why are you doing this, Tyler? We fucked once. You told me there wasn’t an us. So, I got over it. Now what? You want me on my knees to suck your dick?” My question is laced with anger. I’m about to continue, but he strides toward me. His hand is on my arm, tugging me out of the chair to stand before him. We’re almost at the same height because I’m wearing my heels—the same pair I wore the first time he fucked me.
“This . . . I don’t know what it is, but I want you. I can’t stop thinking about how beautifully tight your pussy is. I can’t forget how your body trembles when I make you come. And now, I’m going to do something I probably shouldn’t, but I don’t give a fuck anymore.” With that, he spins me around, swipes his hand over the table, sending mugs and coffee flying. They land with a loud crash.
“Shit,” I gasp, praying that nobody heard that.
Tyler’s smirk tells me he knows something I don’t, “the room is soundproof so you and I can be as loud as we want, naughty tease.” Mischief shimmers in his eyes, and I can’t help but tremble at the promise that ebbs in those blue depths.