His fingers moved between them and she loved the way his knuckles brushed and teased her clit as his undid his zipper and pulled his cock free. A fresh wave of arousal flooded her as he slid on a condom, the thick head of his hard-on less than an inch from her pussy lips.
And then he was sliding inside of her, huge and thick and hot. His hands were on her ass, pulling her up on his cock and then back down, harder and faster. She rode the long wave of her budding orgasm, everything inside of her wanting to believe he loved her.
That he would always love her.
As his thumb found her clitoris, he pushed her up and over the crest, and whispered, "I love you."
The words lingered in her head long after her climax had subsided.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Julie barely registered her phone ringing the following morning as Ty stirred beneath her, mumbling something about leaving the damn phone off the hook from now on. She felt so wonderful with her head cradled in the crook of his arm, his heartbeat rhythmic and soothing in her ear.
But after years of being the ultimate professional, she couldn't ignore the telephone. What if there was a fire she needed to put out for one of her clients?
And what, the warning voice in her head asked in a much louder voice, if the fire was in her own bed? Suddenly Julie was wide awake. She scooted up in bed and pulled the duvet up over her naked breasts. She knew it was ridiculous, that no one but Ty could see her right now. Still, as she reached for the phone she brushed her hair back from her eyes and straightened her spine.
"Julie Spencer," she said in as crisp a voice as she could manage on approximately three hours of sleep.
"Honey, I'm so happy for you!"
Julie's mother had never called her this early in the morning. Usually, she was in bed until late morning, due to one drink too many.
Fear shot up Julie's spine. What was going on?
"Thanks, Mother," she said in a falsely calm voice. "Do you mind my asking what you're so happy about?"
Her mother sighed. "Oh Julie, you always did hold your cards too close to your chest."
Julie didn't say anything, just waited for her mother to get to the point.
"You found your prince charming, sweetie! None of my friends can stop talking about how gorgeous he is. And the way he looks at you makes me wish I was young and beautiful again."
This was the point where Julie would have usually said something like, "You're still beautiful, Mother," but today the words just weren't there.
"It's no big deal," she said, wishing her mother wouldn't get so excited about her budding relationship with Ty. If things between them didn't work out, she didn't want to have to console her mother in addition to herself.
"Every mother wants to see her daughter fall in love with a strong, wonderful man. Not to mention filthy rich. I can't wait to see more of Ty!"
Her mother's giggle grated on Julie's sleep-deprived nerves, but before she could figure out a civil, nice-daughter response, her call waiting beeped.
"I've got a work call on the other line, Mother. I have to go." Julie clicked over.
"Good morning Miss Spencer," came Bobby's slow drawl."! hear you're taking special care of my number one boy."
Oh, God. "Ty's been doing great," she said in as crisp and professional a voice as she could manage, considering her client's "number one boy" was in her bed.
Ty looked at her from beneath the arm over his eyes. "Who is it?" He sounded sleepy, lazy, and utterly unconcerned.
She shook her head, put her finger over her lips, and mouthed, "Bobby."
Ty shifted onto his hip and the sheets slid from his torso, leaving a mouthwatering expanse of his skin and muscle.
"Who?"
She covered the mouth piece tighter. "Shh!" But it was too late.
"Now isn't this convenient? The two people I want to talk to are already gathered in one room."
"Bobby, I--" she began, but Ty had already bounded up out of the bed and grabbed the extension in her office next door.
"Hey, boss. You need something this fine morning?"
Ty's drawl was a match for Bobby's, even without the thick southern accent.
Julie felt like she was going to throw up. Or hyperventilate.
"You and your pretty lady just sit tight. I'll be right over."
Julie's mouth opened. Then closed. Finally, she pushed a "Wonderful" out just before Bobby hung up on them both.
She flew out of the bed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Ty stood against the doorframe. "I never thought I'd hear you say that word once, let alone three times." He raked his gaze up, then down, her bare skin. "And it's a bonus that you're naked."
Julie growled, then dashed into the bathroom. She threw her hair up into a bun and walked into a wall of cold water.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
Of course she'd figured people would be interested in finding out more about her, the woman who had captured Ty's heart. She'd planned on setting up a meeting with Bobby first thing Monday morning to present her revised plan for the final week of her contract. But she'd gotten so caught up in Ty's "I love you" that the part of her brain that had always put her business first had stopped functioning altogether.
In typical Ty fashion, he waited until steam started to rise from the shower to get in. Julie dropped the soap and then her razor. She couldn't stop shaking.
"Everything's going to be fine," Ty said.
"What do you care?" she accused. "You're not going to be fired."
He shrugged. "Isn't that why they hired you? To turn me into a good boy so they wouldn't have to fire my ass?"
She flipped off the tap and roughly dried herself off with a towel. Ty gently took it from her.
"Why don't you let me do that, before you scar that gorgeous skin of yours?"
What was she going to say to Bobby about her relationship with Ty? How could she possibly spin things so it looked like she was still doing her job? Because quite frankly, Julie wasn't at all sure that she was anymore.
Having sex countless times a day with a hot p
ro football player definitely wasn't listed by the IRS as "gainful employment."
"Now look," Ty said in a voice meant to calm her. "We haven't done anything wrong. You've worked your fine ass off to reform me, and even from my perspective I can see that you've done a fine job."
She wasn't in a smiling mood, but it was nice hearing that she'd been successful at taming a wild mustang, straight from the horse's mouth.
"I don't recall seeing any contract that said you and I couldn't date."
She bit her lip. "True."
"Being with a successful, beautiful woman like you makes a guy like me look good. Bobby's not stupid, even if he pretends he is. He'll see that my being with a babe like you is an asset."
Julie wasn't sure what was worse. The fact that the man she was relying on to pay a boatload of her bills was about to pound on her door, or that her boyfriend was a jerk who actually referred to her as "a babe like you."
She spun away and reached for the first thing in her closet. What the hell had she been thinking being with a guy like Ty? Then she realized he was chuckling.
"Can't you take anything seriously for one second?" she yelled.
"Admit it," he said, "you're not thinking about Bobby anymore, are you?"
She shoved him on the bed. "So all that 'your fine ass' and 'babe, you're an asset' stuff was merely a ploy to take my mind off of this horrible situation? You didn't say it because you're stuck in the fifties and can't stop picturing me in the kitchen with an apron on?"
"Better I'm with you than a stripper, right?"
Julie dragged a comb through her hair. She hated that he was right, hated that she was exactly the kind of woman she would have set Ty up with.
She'd brushed mascara over her pale lashes just as the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Ty said, walking through her house as if he owned it.
Julie let him go. If ever there was a morning for bright red lipstick, this was it.
She emerged from her bedroom just as Ty opened the door.
"They've got great coffee on the corner, don't they?" Ty greeted his team's owner.
"I'll have to come back another time and find out."
"I'll brew a pot," Julie said, gesturing for Bobby to take the plush seat facing the park.