“Take me to your office, Dani,” he murmured firmly.
She led him down the hallway to her office agreeing it would be best for her to deal with this now rather than tomorrow. She stepped into her office with Tyler on her heels and after stepping inside determined not to go any further. He closed the door and faced her.
She planted her fists on her hips. “I don’t know what crazy ideas you have,” she said coldly. “But forget out them.”
“What part? Hmm? I let you have the dominant edge last night didn’t? I proved I’m willing to compromise.” He stroked his hand up her bare arm sending goose bumps over her skin. “A real man can be dominant, baby, and still give his woman what she needs.”
His touch was seared her skin with heat and awakened her nerves endings. Each one became hyper aware of the solid warmth of him, of the woodsy smell of his soap and aftershave.
Danica pushed his hand away as her brain staggered beneath the weight of sensations coursing through her the possible implications of his words. He’d let her play, but he’d been the dominant one and they both knew it. “I—that sounds like an ideal thing except the fact remains that it will never work.” She averted her gaze. Looking into his warm whiskey eyes was like being caressed by him, arousing.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Look at me, talk to me. Tell me what about this isn’t going to meet your needs and I’ll tell you what I can do to fix that.”
She swallowed tightly. “None of it can work,” she told him.
“Because you want a woman more or because you’ll still want to play with one?” he asked and her breath stalled.
“That might be a factor,” she admitted. Maybe not Kaela but some other woman might catch her eye.
“Not a problem for me,” he answered. “I’ll give your little play dates, but we’ll I have to be there. It’ll add some spice to our sex life.”
She snorted. “You should go. We both have work to do.”
“Let’s have dinner tonight and talk about it,” he answered. “And you can sign your contract. I want to get that out of the way before we go any further.”
She needed to do that. “Umm, okay.”
“Your office will be fine,” she said.
She lifted her chin and despised him for the humor she saw in eyes. “Of what?” she demanded. “Is seven okay with you?”
He gave a nonchalant shrug of his broad shoulders. “I’ll be there.”
She hated the way he said that and the enigmatic look in his eyes, but she didn’t back down and demand they do it here or in public.
* * * *
After his meeting with Sidney late that afternoon, Tyler headed home to work out since he’d be in the office late tonight. He took a quick shower and decided to put together a light dinner. He might be able to entice Miss Moss to join him.
Tyler headed back to the office and got there just at seven. He set the picnic basket on the table in front of the loveseat across from his desk and removed a folder from a drawer.
He’d just finished looking them over when a rap on his half open door caught his attention. “Come in, Danica,” he called as he got to his feet. When she stepped into the room, the first thing he’d noticed was that she’d changed too. Gone were the slacks and jacket. Her curvy figure was clad in a casual dress with short sleeves and a neckline that dipped low enough to show a hint of cleavage.
“Sorry I’m late,” she said.
His gaze slid over her slowly taking in sleek cut that played up the shape of her face and drew his gaze right to her lush pink lips. She was wearing gloss and perfume. “Going out?”
“Woman?” he asked casually as she joined him at his desk.
“None of your business,” she answered coolly. “I made it clear earlier I wasn’t into you.”
He chuckled at the way she looked down her nose at him in a haughty stare. “Baby if that ain’t the biggest lie I’ve heard all day, I don’t know what is. Your pussy was so wet last night two men could have fucked you at the same time.”
She rolled her eyes, and he grinned. “I’m here to sign papers not talk about last night.”
“Right.” He motioned to the two chairs behind her in front of his desk. “Take your time reading them. I don’t want any professional misunderstandings. Our personal relationship is having enough of them.”
“We don’t have a relationship and there are no misunderstandings.”
“Mixed messages then,” he answered. “Drink?”
He smiled and she glared at him before settling back to read the papers the lawyers had prepared for her. She was probably heading to the club to find one of those candy-assed men to push around as if someone else could wipe the taste of him from her mouth.
Tyler sat down and watched her wondering if she’d find a woman instead just to assure herself she was still in full control that her body hadn’t responded to his male touch with greedy need. He had nothing against lesbians or gay men. They had a right to fuck whoever they wanted so long as that didn’t include children.
He did have a problem with this woman trying to flick him off as if he were an annoying bug. She was into him. She wanted him so bad he could see on her face and feel it in the weight of her stare. She was terrified of coming to him, but lucky for them both he wasn’t the kind of man who let anyone he’d ever miss get away.
Her first instinct was to curl into him, to seek out the heat of his body, and the tenderness of his touch, but she held back. “That was incredible. Next time I get to use that electro thing on you.”
He chuckled. “No, you don’t, baby.” He gathered her to him and the sensation of hard muscle and hair roughened skin made her shiver. She wanted to stroke him, to communicate her satisfaction with touch, but she rested her hand on his flat stomach and marveled at the firmness beneath her hand.
“Your muscles are incredible,” she murmured.
“I like this,” he said. “Laying here with you in my arms. It feels so good and right.”
Her palms dampened and she pulled her hand from his stomach. “I bet you do this all the time.”
“Only with women who men something to me, Danica,” he said softly. “You mean something.”
“A good sub,” she teased.
“A good partner,” he said. He caressed her back. “I need more than an obedient playmate. I need a friend, a lover, and a companion, sweetheart. What do you need?”
His voice was a whisper in the dark that wrapped around them like an intimate blanket. It made her breath stall. Tyler sounded like he was looking for something with her she couldn’t give him.
“I need food,” she said lightly and tried to get up.
“Dani.” He held her fast. “Don’t put up walls. Talk to me. Show me a little more of you because I’m not the man who hurt you. I’m the guy who wants to be here for the long haul.”
“Tyler you don’t even know me, and it’s way too early to start thinking about the ‘long haul.’” She tried again to get up, and he pulled her onto him and tugged her arms behind her back. “Tyler.” She looked down at him, her face only inches from his.
“When I release you, put your hands down on either side of me,” he ordered. “Don’t turn this into a confrontation of dominance.”
She knew he was stronger than her, but it was the look in his eyes that told her, Tyler was just a man, he was a predatory. She was his prey. He released her, and Danica put her hands down on either side of him. Her wrists rested against his sides.
He glided his hands up her bare back and down to cup her ass. “You’re such a sexy woman,” he murmured.
She moved, stroking her sex against his and felt him instant begin to harden. She rubbed against his against.
“While you’re getting that ole dick all agitated, tell me what you need.”
“Food and s—”
“What kind of food does your heart need, girl?” he cut her off gently. “What will make you happy, keep you content?”
She stared down at him, her body starting to burn for his. She moved lithely against him and sighed as his hard penis slid through the lips of her pussy. “Mmm.”
“If you want it again answer my question,” he commanded. “Or all you get is a hand to the ass.”
“You’re so stern, Ty,” she murmured and dipped her head to kiss his shoulder before looking at him and saying, “Loyalty, honesty, understanding, that’s what I need.”
“Good qualities.” He shifted so he could he swirl his tongue around a nipple. He scraped at the delicate flesh and she moaned. “What about love? Don’t you want to be loved?” He sucked her nipple and her back bowed.
She made a soft sound.
“Don’t you want a man who’ll love the hell out of you even when you go and fuck a woman behind his back?” He pinched her nipple and she gasped. “Don’t you want a man who’ll let you bring another woman into his life?”
Her face twisted into a mask of pleasure as he sucked her nipple hard while pinching the other. “Oh God.”
“Don’t you want a man who’ll be there even when you close up on him?” He turned his attention to her other nipple. His tongue flicked over it while his hand plumped and plucked at the twin.
“Tyler, you’re fucking my head,” she admitted. It wasn’t just what he was doing to her body, it was the way he was pursuing her with determination and strength.
Heat washed over her as his mouth closed around the tight bud. Her hips jerked and his cock slid through her juices. “Tyler,” she said harshly. “I want you inside me.”
“Grab a condom from the nightstand.”
She leaned over and grabbed one. Tearing it open quickly, Danica removed the yellow disc and reached down to grasp his cock. She stoked it. Feeling the supple flesh in her hand, she shifted on top of him so she could kiss his stomach. His muscles quivered. She licked down to his belly button and he moved above her. Suddenly, the room was flooded with light, and she looked up at him.
Tyler was looking down at her with dark whiskey eyes full of hunger and something she didn’t want to see. Danica lowered her gaze. It was just sex no matter what he tried to turn it into.
“Don’t do that.” Tyler growled. “Look at me. Show me how much you want me.”
Damn. She wanted him so what? That was all it was.
She met his gaze as she licked over the head of his cock. Her heart beating fast, she tasted the drop of creamy essence beading on the tip. “Mmm.”
“Go ahead and suck it,” Tyler ordered as he reached down to stroke her face.