“That was explosive.” I sighed when it was over, relaxing back onto the bed. A droplet of sweat dropped from my forehead onto my exposed breasts, and I shivered at the goosebumps that covered my flesh.
With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, Tyler looked up at me from in between my legs, an impish smile on his face, his lips wet from his meal. Oh, that smile. A smile that could break a million hearts. A smile that had stolen mine.
“There’s more where that came from,” Tyler assured me with confidence.
His deep baritone caused a stirring below, despite what he’d just done to me. But a deep ache warned me that I couldn’t handle much more of what he could dish out.
“Oh no,” I moaned weakly, “I don’t think I can take anymore. Not yet.”
Tyler’s grin grew wider as he reared up from between my legs, displaying his chiseled torso that glistened with sweat, and wiped my juices from his chin in one smooth motion. “Seriously? I went easy on you, babe.”
Despite my trepidation at a second round with Tyler, I was filled with overwhelming excitement over his lust for me. I’d never had a man want me so fully and utterly. Never.
It was still hard to believe that Tyler, an incredibly handsome, rich and eligible bachelor, would want plain old me. Me, a simple girl struggling to make ends meet, working for a ruthless, power-hungry fashion designer who would discard me as soon as I was no longer of any use to her.
What was even more unbelievable was the fact that he was my stepbrother. My stepbrother. The words sounded alien to me. The events that had led to this startling revelation were almost too much to process.
In the week since we’d been discovered by our parents, Tyler had gotten into several vicious arguments with his father over our relationship. In the meantime, I avoided my mother, who I’m sure had it out for me as well. I still couldn’t figure out how my mom got a billionaire to marry her, but I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised. She was always good at swindling.
Either way, I wasn’t going to listen to her views on my relationship with Tyler, just like I never let her dissuade me from fashion. The fact that he happened to be my stepbrother really didn’t matter to me. I mean, it’s not like we’d grown up together. Besides, I was angry with her for abandoning me in my time of need.
There was just one problem with my defiance—being with Tyler would most definitely cause disruption in his company. If he’d had trouble before, I could only imagine what he would be up against now.
Tyler had told me that he wasn’t going down without a fight, assuring me that everything would work out in the end.
Still, I had my doubts. Related by marriage aside, maybe our relationship really wasn’t for the best. Tyler was a known womanizer. I could be the flavor of the week. Was it really worth being involved in a scandal for someone who would discard me when they’d had their fill of me?
Better yet, was the drama worth the damage that our relationship was sure to cause to my career?
Tyler straddled me, bending forward to plant a steamy kiss on my lips. I would’ve protested—after all, he still had my juices all over his lips—but I couldn’t deny the intensity of his advance.
“Come on,” he urged after he pulled back, leaving me breathless. “I’m sporting some serious wood here.”
I stared into his pleading eyes, my heart flipping within my chest. God, he was so handsome. So fucking sexy.
And a fucking heartbreaker, a little voice said in the back of my head. Sure to break mine.
It wasn’t the first time that annoying little voice had reared its head. But it was hard to listen to the warnings of that voice when every molecule in my body screamed in need for this man. This sexy beast. My body refused to resist him.
“A word of caution, Miss Young. Keep messing with Tyler and you’ll likely find yourself without a job. And after everyone finds out you were Tyler’s whore, you’ll only find work on the street corner with the looks you have.”
For some reason, Charles Whitmore’s smug face and insulting words popped in my mind right then, giving me the strength to push Tyler away.
“Good God! The time,” I breathed, scrambling out from under a visibly disappointed Tyler and gathering my clothing scattered on the floor. “Christine is going to kill me. I’m going to be late.”
Tyler sat up in the bed. “Just don’t show up.”
I paused, my bra in my hands, staring at Tyler with disbelief. “What?”
His eyes roved over the curves of my body, making me feel like a piece of meat.
“I’ve been thinking. How would you like to work for me?”
My jaw dropped. “Me?” I gasped incredulously a second later.
Tyler gave me that boyish grin that seemed to make me want to follow him to hell and back and enjoy every moment of it. “It would be the perfect opportunity for the both of us. You get to leave that demanding diva who treats you like shit, and I get to piss everyone off at the same time.” He grinned wider, flashing his perfect, white teeth. “A win-win.”