After one last powerful thrust, he threw back his head. “Ohh fuck!” He cried.
I dug my nails into his back at the same time, coming hard with him in that perfect moment. He collapsed down onto me, our sweat mingling with each other as our bodies shook against each other from pleasure.
A deep sigh escaped his lips after the last twitch of his cock. He pulled himself up and fell back onto the desk beside me, exhausted. The sound of our ragged breathing filled our ears and I smiled contentedly.
We’d done something so naughty, but something so beautiful at the same time.
After a few moments, Tyler raised up, pulling me in close to kiss my forehead. “I love you,” he said, looking into my eyes with that same deep love that so touched my heart.
I knew then that whatever happened from here on out, Tyler would always be there for me.
No matter what.
I smiled at him, my heart soaring. “I love you too.”
Charles
I tapped my fingers against my desk impatiently, resisting the urge to curse again. My contact told me he had something for me. Problem was, I hadn’t heard from the bastard since, and he was supposed to have been here half an hour ago.
“Where the hell is he?” I muttered, glancing at my watch. It was closing hours for Armex. Most people would be gone home by now, but not everyone was required to be out. Not if they had important work to do.
And there’s nothing more important than what I’m doing, I thought darkly. Sealing my position within this company before it’s too late.
Tyler Locklin was a woman-chasing, incompetent fool. And the sooner he was brought down, the better.
He’s a disgrace, and I’m going to make sure that he’s widely recognized as the talentless scoundrel that he is.
After sitting for another ten minutes, I grabbed my mobile phone and slid my finger over the lock screen. If my contact had lied, he’d be sorry.
Before I could begin to dial a certain number, the door to my office opened gently and in walked the man I was waiting on.
“Finally,” I growled. “You took forever. I was beginning to think you had second thoughts. Did you bring what we discussed?”
Though his hood was pulled low, even I could see the grin that touched his jaw line.
He walked over and tossed a large envelope on my desk. Eagerly, I snatched up the package and pushed another, fatter, envelope across the desk to him.
“You have my thanks,” I practically drooled. “When I hired you, I never thought you’d get something this good. You’re worth every penny.”
My contact grabbed the envelope and weighed it in his hand before sticking it into the folds his hoodie. “You know what you’re going to do with those?” he asked.
I bit back a sarcastic reply. He’s good, but I didn’t pay him to be nosy. But what did it matter? In a day or two, I would have what I want. Tyler Locklin would be ruined.
For good.
I couldn’t keep a nefarious grin off my face as I replied, “Get rid of a thorn in my side, once and for all.”
Chapter 27
Tyler
“I’m so proud of you, son,” my father said while I was sitting in his office after a long day at work. It’d been a week after Victoria and I had gotten back together and I’d never been happier. “You made such a change in a short period of time.”
After getting back together, I’d thrown myself into my duties with renewed vigor, trying to fix all the problems that so worried my father.
If he needed me for a specific task, I was there. If he wanted something done that required my expertise, I did it instead of passing it off to a lackey.
I wasn’t sure what had me so motivated, but I had my guess.
With Victoria by my side, I was a changed man. Through and through. “Ah, thanks, Dad,” I said.
He shook his head. “That was one helluva presentation you gave this afternoon. I haven’t seen you that excited in years.”
“Did you like it? I must admit, I can’t take all the credit. Jeff helped me for hours getting prepared.”
“Even still, you have such a way with words. A charm about you that I respect. You could definitely be a public speaker.”
“Please, Dad,” I muttered. “I hate speaking in front of groups. I’m dreading this thing I have to do at Brad’s wedding as it is.”
Dad grinned. “Ah, Brad. How is that fella nowadays?”
“He’s hanging in there,” I replied. “Once the wedding is over I’m sure he’ll be better.”
Dad looked emphatic. “The poor bastard.”
Suddenly, the doors to the office burst open. Startled, I jumped to my feet, as did my dad.
“Hello, gentlemen,” Charles Whitmore greeted us cheerily, strolling into the room as if he owned the place.
He made a waving motion at us. “Please, please. Have a seat. Don’t you both stand up on my account.”