Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“If it’s Rico and—”
“It’s not,” he says.
Marco steps back and pushes the door open, then motions me forward. I step into the office, and Marco closes the door behind me. Tyson is sitting behind a large desk with a surprised look on his face. He closes his laptop and cocks his head.
“Well, this is a surprise,” he says. “How’d you know where to find me?”
“I’m a resourceful girl.”
“Apparently so. I’m impressed.”
“Don’t be,” I reply. “I’m just here to tell you that this—whatever this is between us—can’t happen again. It isn’t going to happen again.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re … I don’t date guys who do what you do.”
“You don’t know what I do.”
I clench my hands into fists. “I’m not naïve. I know you’re a criminal, Tyson. And that’s just not the kind of man I’m interested in being with.”
He leans back in his chair and considers me for a moment. There’s a strange look in his eyes I can’t quite interpret. It almost looks like … hurt. As if me judging him for what he does has somehow wounded him. He quickly composes himself, but I saw it. He clearly has a depth of emotion I never would have believed if I hadn’t seen it myself.
“I’m more than what I do.”
“Maybe. But I’m having a hard time getting past what you do.”
“And you came all the way down here to tell me that?” he asks. “You could have just sent a text. Know what that tells me?”
“What?”
“That you wanted to see me and that maybe, just maybe, you’re not convinced that this isn’t going to happen again,” he says. “Or that you aren’t sure you don’t want it to happen again.”
“N-no. I’m sure. This isn’t going to happen again. It can’t,” I stammer.
He purses his lips as he gets to his feet. As he walks toward me, I back up, a soft squeak bursting from my mouth as I bump into the door behind me. Tyson takes another step forward, pinning me between him and the wall, his mouth hovering so close to mine. I draw in a breath, my heart thundering in my ears, and swallow hard.
“I-I just came to tell you that,” I say, my voice shaking. “I should go.”
“The door’s behind you.”
My stomach churning and my legs trembling, I stare into those icy blue eyes and feel like my feet are rooted to the ground beneath me. I’m so turned on I can’t see straight, and I feel frozen. Like I can’t move no matter how hard I try. The corner of Tyson’s mouth curls upward, and my heart leaps into my throat. He brushes my hair off my forehead with the lightest touch, and I feel that familiar heat between my thighs. My mind is screaming at me to move. It’s telling me that I said what I needed to say, to open the door behind me, and slip away. My body, however, refuses to obey, leaving me rooted to my spot.
“Thought you said you were leaving,” he says.
His breath is warm on my cheek and smells faintly of mint. He leans closer to me, his firm, toned body pressed against me. My nose is filled with the subtle hint of his cologne, and I feel the heat radiating from his body. My throat is suddenly dry, and as I gaze into his eyes, time seems to slow down. He leans forward and presses his mouth to mine. Tyson slides his tongue into my mouth, and I melt against him, his kiss breaking through the dam of my resolve.
A low gasp spills from my mouth as Tyson trails kisses down my neck while his big, strong hands caress my body. He presses himself against me, and it’s then that I feel his long, rigid cock flush against my belly. Tyson scoops me up and carries me over to his desk. He turns me around and bends me over roughly. Butterflies swarm in my belly as he holds me down with one hand and yanks my yoga pants down with the other.
Turning my head, I see him admiring me from the back, the hunger in his eyes getting me wet. I hold my breath as he kneels and leans forward, and when his tongue slips between my wet, swollen lips, I cry out. He laps at my pussy from behind with an abandon that has me stuttering and gasping. I’m writhing wildly, but he keeps me pinned to his desk while he lashes me with his tongue. He teases my ass, circling it with his thumb, then presses it into me.
“Fuck,” I stammer. “Yes, Daddy. Just like that, Daddy.”
I grind myself back against his face, taking his tongue deeper into me as he continues to thumb my ass. The pressure inside me builds quickly. My skin feels like it’s on fire as I throw my head back and cry out, my orgasm tearing through me. Tyson continues lapping at me as I come, the sensation so intense it makes me squirm.