“Yes, I want to know.” I nodded and swallowed. “I need to know.”
“I don’t want you to know.” He shook his head and pulled my arms above my head. “Once you know the truth, that’ll be it.”
“What does that mean?”
“That’ll mean you know my secrets.” He pushed me back against the wall and positioned himself up against me. “And once you know my secrets....” His voice trailed off as he kissed my neck. I could feel his breathing was rough and hard as he kissed me feverishly. My own breathing was labored as well and my arms were starting to feel tired in their position above my head.
“And once I know your secrets, what?” I whispered and moaned as he bit down on my neck.
“Once you know my secrets, you’re mine forever.” He growled. “Once you know everything, you cannot leave.”
“Ever?” I swallowed hard, but he didn’t answer me. Instead he moved closer to me and ran his fingers down my arms, his fingernails digging into my skin. “Ever?” I whispered again, my brain scrambling, but I was too caught up in his spell to know or care what he meant by saying I could never leave.
Chapter Two
He continued to kiss and suck on my neck for a few minutes and then his mouth moved lower, sucking on my brea**sts through my top, making me ache for him.
“Tyler, we need to—” I groaned as he sucked on my nipple through the fine material of my shirt.
“We need to nothing.” He groaned and pulled away, licking his lips. “There’s only one thing that could make this moment more perfect.”
“What’s that?” I asked breathlessly, my panties wet anticipating our mating.
“You on your knees in front of me. Your as**s sticking up in the air. My hands grabbing your hips. My boxers coming off. Your panties to the side. My—”
“No, that wouldn’t make this moment better. Not until you tell me why you said you were the chauffeur when you’re really a billionaire.”
“You’re obsessed with the fact that I have money, aren’t you?”
“No.” I was hurt that he would think that. “I’m not obsessed with money at all.”
“What’s your story Evie Johnson?” He co**cked his head and smiled at me. “What’s got you here with me?”
“My roommate needed me to work for her and I said yes.” I said simply.
“It was that easy for you, was it?”
“Of course it wasn’t.”
“I know you have questions, Evie, but right now there are no answers.”
“There are always answers.”
“There are no answers I can give you.” His hands squeezed my brea**sts before pulling my top up. He ripped my bra down the middle and I gasped at the sound of the material being torn apart.
“Hey, I really liked that bra.” I moaned as his lips fell to my right nipple and sucked, his teeth gently tugging and sending ripples of pleasure through my body.
“I liked it too.” He looked up at me, his eyes dancing. “But I like your brea**sts even more.”
“Tyler.” I pulled his hand back. “This isn’t the right time.”
“It’s always the right time.” He groaned, but stepped back. “I love touching you, your skin is so silky, so soft, and so ready to be touched by me.”
“Why do your words turn me on so much?” I groaned and felt my face growing red as I realized I’d spoken the words out loud.
“Dance for me.” He licked his lips. “Show me your best dance, Evie.”
“My best dance?”
“Show me your best lap dance.” He licked his lips lightly again and I stared at the tip of his tongue, remembering the feel of it on my lips and inside of me. “And I’ll decide what tip I want to give you.”
“I’m not giving you a lap dance.” I said indignantly, feeling quite insulted. “And what do you mean what tip? How rude are you!”
“You wouldn’t give me a lap dance, even if said the lap dance was worth one million dollars.”
“No lap dance is worth a million dollars.” I shook my head.
“What if I said it was?” His fingers reached forward and pinched my nipples as he stared at me. “What if I said I thought a lap dance from you could be worth up to two million dollars?”
“I’d say you were crazy.” My heart was racing. Was he serious?
“No-one ever said I was sane.” He grinned.
“You’re going to give me two million dollars to give you a lap dance?” I searched his face. I guess now I knew he was the billionaire - he wasn’t being shy about money.
“I’m going to give you two million dollars if you give me the best lap dance of your life...” He paused and stretched before looking back at me. “And you have to do it in front of Grant.”
“What do you mean, do it in front of Grant?” I frowned, my stomach dropping. Was this when he was going to say that he wanted me to give Grant a lap dance as well?
“Grant is going to watch you dance for me.” His eyes blazed. “He’s going to watch you doing everything you can to please me. And that way he will know you are mine.”
“I’m not yours.” I swallowed.
“You’re not his.”
“I’m neither of yours.”
“Why are you fighting this, Evie?” He sounded angry and I bit my lower lip anxiously.
“I don’t understand what’s going on here?” I spoke up, not liking the way I was feeling. Why was I the one feeling as if I’d done something wrong? Tyler and Grant were the crazy ones.
“Why must anything be going on? Didn’t you come home with Grant because you wanted a little spice? You wanted a change?” His voice dropped, as his eyes issued me a challenge.
“I don’t know why I came.” I mumbled and looked down, trying to forget all the Friday and Saturday nights I’d sat at home feeling sorry for myself. I’d tried so hard for my entire life to be different from my mother. I’d never wanted to be so dependent on a man that I let myself down. I never wanted to need a man so badly that I couldn’t function. I’d never wanted sex to control me. I’d tried so hard to make sure that that never happened, that I’d ended up with no life. And every week had rolled into the same thing. I’d always been slightly envious of Hailey going off every weekend on adventures of sin. I’d always wondered what it would be like to be desired and wanted. I’d always wondered what it would be like to just give my body and myself without thinking of the consequences. And it had happened. It had already happened and I wasn’t sure if I’d made the right decision or not.
“You came because your life is mundane. You came because you were ready for a thrill. You came because you like to take risks. There’s nothing wrong with that.” He grinned. “Nothing at all.”
“How did you know?” I asked surprised that he knew exactly what my life had been like.
“I feel like I know you, Evie. I feel like you’re the one girl I’ve always been waiting for.”
“Why did you warn me off that night then?” I asked softly, wanting him to say that he couldn’t stand the thought of me being with Grant. It was irrational and it was stupid to want him to admit feelings of jealousy. He didn’t even know me. There were no emotions between us. There was no reason for him to be jealous. In fact, if he was jealous, it might be a sign of obsession or possessiveness, but I knew that deep inside I didn’t care.