"Hey," Tyler protested as I wiped at my backside with his tie. "That tie is one of my favorites.”
I casually tossed it onto his desk and bent down to retrieve my skirt off the floor. Tyler bent down to pick up his boxers, quickly slipping them on along with his slacks.
He grinned at me as he picked up his shirt, but his expression turned serious as he pulled it on, leaving it unbuttoned. "I've never done that before," he said quietly, gazing at me strangely.
I paused in pulling my half-ripped skirt up over my thighs to regard him. "Done what?"
"Been so reckless. "
I pulled my skirt all the way on and grabbed my bra, putting it on and snapping it back in place. "Then why’d you do it?” I asked softly.
“Because you make me so . . .” His voice trailed off, his eyes distant.
I stood there, hanging upon his every word. “I make you so what?”
Suddenly, his jaw hardened. “Never mind.”
“Come on, tell me.”
He shook his head, walking over to the door of his office while simultaneously buttoning up his shirt. “Get the rest of your clothes on and meet me outside. I’m taking you to my place to get cleaned up.”
I opened my mouth to protest. After all, he didn’t ask if I wanted to go back to his place, but he interrupted me.
“And make sure you grab that tie on your way out, will you? I don’t want it anymore, and I certainly don’t want the cleaning lady to find it tomorrow. That’s the last thing I need getting out around here.” He winked at me. “You can keep it as a souvenir.” Then he walked out and gently shut the door behind him.
“Asshole,” I muttered.
Chapter 17
Tyler
Punishing Victoria for her super-hot cock tease was one of the most satisfying things I'd ever done. And being inside of her? It was out of this world. It felt so good and so natural, it was no wonder that I’d almost lost control. I'd come so close to . . .
It was fucking scary.
I was losing my touch. My edge. And Victoria, with her body and dirty mouth, was to blame. I didn't want to believe it. I'd convinced myself I'd never have real feelings for a girl again. But if I went down the list of my feelings toward Victoria, it only further confirmed the truth of my addiction.
Can't stop thinking about her. Check.
Drives me crazy over the smallest things. Check.
Want to fuck her day and night. Check.
Do the stupidest shit around her. Check.
Yep, I was addicted alright. Addicted to the way she made me feel.
"There was no hot water," Victoria said, breaking me out of my reverie and appearing in the doorway of the bathroom connected to my room.
My heart thumped in my chest at the sight of her—her hair wet and wavy, her cheeks flushed with pink. She wore one of my black silk robes that was way oversized on her, but to me she looked like the hottest thing since sliced bread.
"You gotta’ be shitting me," I said as I dug out some fresh boxers from my dresser and tossed them on my bed. I'd intended to jump in the shower right after. I was sticky down below after our session, but now I'd have to wait.
Or maybe I should take a cold shower to cool down my boiling blood, I thought.
"You would think things like that wouldn't happen in a place like this. That’s ridiculous,” she said, walking over to the dresser where her clothes were.
"It does that from time to time when they do maintenance," I explained. I picked up my boxers, preparing to go into the bathroom to get cleaned up. "In the meantime, take a load off. Stay for a bit."
"I'm not staying."
I froze, shocked. "Huh?"
Victoria grabbed her clothes and clutched them against her chest, hiding her stiff nipples. "I'm going home."
"Why the hell did you come all the way here if you were just going to go home?" I demanded. I hated how upset I sounded.
Victoria bit her lower lip. "I don't know. Maybe it was the way you ordered me to come, as if I didn't have a choice."
"Don't give me that." I growled. "You came because you wanted to."
“Either way, I'm leaving," Victoria said firmly. I could see the steel in her eyes. She was serious. I wasn't even sure if I could use my charm to get her to stay, but I wasn't about to beg. It pissed me off that I was even upset. Usually, I didn’t even show them the door . . . that was Jonathan’s job.
"Are you sure?" I hated even asking that much.
Victoria nodded and then tilted her head at the bathroom. "I'm going to go change into my clothes and then I'll be ready to go."
"I'll have Jonathan ready take you home."
On her way to the bathroom, Victoria paused to regard me. "You're not coming?"
"Nah. I think I'll take a shower and just relax."
She was a moment in replying. "Okay then."
While she went and changed, I told Jonathan to get the car ready to drop her off.
Victoria looked a rumpled mess when she appeared out of the bathroom, her skirt looking like it had a few holes in it from where I'd been rough. I made a mental note to buy her a new one.