Tempting Me: A Bad Boy Romance (25 page)

Chapter 22-Ayron
Three Months Later
 

The Gladys Masters Center for Employee Support, housed in the Masters in Style headquarters, had been operational for one month. Over dinner one night, Devlin and I had developed an idea to provide a daycare for employee children, classrooms for continuing education courses, and a therapist for emotional support, free of charge. I’m not sure if he asked me to help oversee the development of the project because he liked to take me as his lunch break or if he really valued my opinion—either way, it made me happy. Devlin had given me carte blanche to redesign a wing of six offices into an area to improve employee relations after he took over as president of the company.

“Monique is here,” my new assistant Leslie rings in over the intercom. I’d caught her making moon eyes at the additional psychiatrist, Dr. Brian Jamal Stephens, I’d hired.

I’m glad that Devlin let me add Dr. Stephens. Once I explained how much time the project would take and all of the nights I would have to work away from home to get things done, he was more than happy to sign on the money line. Devlin just makes impromptu visits and always uses an extra-manly voice when Brian is around. His jealousy is cute, but unnecessary. Brian has a thing for Monique, and Monique still hasn’t forgiven him for what he did to her in college.

“You don’t have to announce me,” Monique huffs. She hasn’t made it into my office physically yet, but I can hear her. “Twig is my girl from way back.”

I grimace at her use of that nickname.

Monique enters my office and places the large, brown paper sack on my desk.

“You need to check that new assistant of yours. Ms. Agnes knew what was up.”

“Leslie does well,” I protest.

“She made me wait in the lobby while she checked to see if you were available,” Mo fusses, plopping a hand on her hip.

“The nerve of her.” I giggle.

“So stop stalling, Twig. Take the damn test already.”

My heart nearly freezes with fear when Monique pulls three pregnancy tests from the bag. I don’t think I need to take one. Periods can disappear, breasts can be tender, bodies can be bloated and not be pregnant.

“Nope.” I place them all back in the bag in the same order that she had pulled them out. “My body is just playing tricks on me, that’s all.”

Monique pulls out her cellphone.

“Devlin. Hey. This is Monique. There is a situation with Ayron, and I kind of need your help.”

I snatch the phone away from Monique in horror.

“Dev. I’m sorry she called you,” I stutter into the phone. I wish I could really shoot darts with my eyes. I give Monique my best evil glare.

“You all right?” he asks. “I just walked out of a meeting. You need me to come downstairs?”

“No,” I respond, a little too eagerly. “I’m good. Monique is just being Monique. I love you.” I add those words to try and smooth the situation over, but I feel like they set off more alarms in Devlin instead.

“I’ll see you for lunch today. Whatever it is that you’re keeping from me, I want to know then.” His voice is serious before turning sweet. “I love you, too.”

“Real fucking great, Mo,” I chide, allowing her phone to freefall from my hand. I hope it breaks. “Now he’s coming to check on me at lunch.”

“I don’t care about you being mad, or trying to break my phone. Your baby daddy got big bucks anyway and I’m on his good side.”

I cringe at the word “baby daddy” because then I would be his “baby momma.” Not cool. What would be even worse is me forcing him into a marriage to avoid stupid titles.

“I don’t even know yet if there’s a baby.”

Monique pushes her lips to the side.

“You know your body. You already know the answer. Quit being fucking chicken and take the test. Do I need to go get Agnes and wheel her ass in here? She’ll pop you with her cane.”

I laugh at the thought of Agnes trying to whoop me with her cane. She is still on hospice care, but she’s still as feisty as her body allows.

“For someone who wouldn’t let me live with her when I needed to, you sure are bossy.”

Monique throws her hands up in the air.

“Here we go with that again,” she sighs. “Mr. Money Bags bribed me to tell you “no.” He wanted you to stay with him. It worked, didn’t it? I bought you a killer birthday present out of guilt, and you got a fine-ass man with a lot of money. I think I deserve a thank you.”

Monique had told me about Devlin’s plan over drinks when she returned from England.

“Quit trying to change the subject.” She shoves a test box in my hand, just as a knock comes from the door.

“It’s Brian. Can I come in?” he calls out from behind the closed door.

“Hell no,” Monique whispers to me harshly.

I smile.

“If you talk to Brian, I’ll take the test.”

She glares at me.

“He’s a fine-ass man with a lot of money.” I wink.

“And we don’t mention the whole “turning-you-away-in-a-time-of-need” thing anymore?” Monique counters.

“Deal,” I agree, gathering the tests into the bag.

“You can come in, Brian,” I tell him.

Monique releases a heavy sigh.

When Brian enters, polar opposite looks stamp the faces of my two comrades.

He doesn’t say a word, just watches her like she is a unicorn, like she is something he thought he’d never see.

Brian’s smile takes over his entire face, while Monique has flared her nostrils and lowered her eyes like a charging bull.

“Brian, would you mind keeping Monique company for a few? I need to run out for five to ten minutes.” I smirk and excuse myself, shutting the door behind me.

***

Every single last one of the tests say the same stupid shit:
pregnant
. This can’t be right. Dev and I had slipped up a couple of times, but I took my pills faithfully. Except for after the fire. I had to refill the prescription. I cancel lunch with Devlin through our assistants and head to the medical office of a friend of Brian’s for an emergency visit.

Dr. Isaiah Graham is a handsome man with chiseled features and an athletic build, but my guy is sexier. Damn. Sex is what had gotten me into this mess in the first place. Dr. Graham decides to walk with me outside once I become a blubbering mess in his office. He had confirmed the same thing that the store bought tests had. Pregnant.

“Do you have anyone that you can call?” he asks.

I nod my head yes. The thought of telling Devlin about a baby frightens me. We don’t really discuss children, hadn’t discussed marriage. We are just enjoying each other, but I had promised to let him into my life, so I will have to let him know about the new life we created.

“It’s perfectly normal to be emotional,” the doctor continues. “I would feel much better if someone drove you home.”

The doctor hands me a tissue and pats my shoulder.

Epilogue-Devlin
 

I made it clear to everyone that if Dr. Ayron Winters calls, put everything else on hold. Her last name should be Masters, she should be my wife, but she is strong and stubborn. Getting her to marry me will be a battle, so I’m giving her time to adjust to the idea of us living together. I still can’t get her to take money from me, and she insists on paying the water bill since she found out how much my mortgage and electricity bills run. Sharing my business with her is all a part of my master plan to ease her into being Mrs. Ayron Masters.

I was worried when Monique called. I avoid contact with the abrasive woman as much as possible, but we have an understanding: if there’s something about Ayron, don’t hesitate to call me. I was concerned when Ayron said she loved me, out loud, outside of our home. That was new. I became worried when she canceled our lunch through Gloria. We always talk about it over the phone if our schedules conflict. I became desperate when I found she had left for the day and didn’t let me know.

“Are you all right?” I ask, sliding my hand across my face and leaning back into my office chair.

“No. I’m not,” she says wearily. She sounds like she has been crying. “I need you to come home.” I hear a sniffle.

“I’ll be right there. Do you need me to stay on the phone?”

“No, just come home.”

***

I make it home in record time, unsure why I need to be there. I want to call Monique and get some insight. I have a feeling that she already knows what is going on, but obviously Ayron needs to tell me. Did Agnes die? That can’t be it. Ayron would have been hysterical. Is she having an affair? Doubt that. We have been together every minute, for the most part. I even went with her to the Rhonda Raven Show, especially once I found out Brian would be there. Damn.

When I walk into the home, I find Ayron in the kitchen, crying over a bag of hotdog buns and a jar of Prego spaghetti sauce. Is she hungry?

“What’s going on honey?” I ask, wrapping my arms around her.

She sniffles and turns to face me.

“Do you love me?” she asks.

“With all my heart,” I answer, feeling a thump there, as I’m not sure where this train of questioning is leading.

She sighs.

“I wanted it to be all cute and memorable for you, and I can’t. It’s not turning out right,” she babbles, picking up the bag of hotdog buns and then placing them in the oven.

One hundred…ninety-nine…ninety-eight…ninety-seven…I count in my head. Why can’t she just tell me what’s wrong?

“See, I’m making you angry,” she sobs. “What am I going to do with a baby?”

I freeze at her words. The one word that I wasn’t expecting. Baby. Then it all starts to come together, buns in the oven, Prego sauce.

“You’re pregnant?” I gasp.

“Yes. The doctor told me today.”

I hug her as close to me as humanly possible and kiss her face.

“That’s awesome,” I exclaim. “No need to cry. We got this.”

I kiss her cheeks and mouth.

“Why are you so upset?” I ask. “Is something wrong already? I’ll get you the best medical team.”

This makes her smile a little.

“No, everything looks fine so far. I just don’t want to be a baby momma. What’s the baby’s last name going to be? Where do I fit into all of this?”

I scratch the side of my face.

“You know that you’re my everything. You’ve given me purpose, direction, strength. You are my wife, whether we’ve signed papers yet or not. The baby will be a Masters, no doubt…just like you.”

“I was so worried. That’s why Monique called you. She was trying to get me to take a test. I skipped our lunch to go to the doctor.”

“Well, no more appointments without me.”

She nods.

“I want to be there for you every step of the way.”

“Thank you,” she sighs, falling into my arms again.

“And promise me, for baby number two, I’ll be the first to know besides you,” I tell her.

“I promise,” she replies with a smile.

I can’t wait for our future together.

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Natasha Tanner is a hopeless romantic. She loves to write about bad boys and her stories always wind up with a happy ending and some steamy moments. She resides in Vermont and hopes you enjoy every one of her books as she strives to become a full-time writer.

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It is almost six in the evening and I am still sitting at my desk.  I’m sure just about everyone else has gone home. I wonder if Mr. Black remembers that he asked me to remain in the office until he gets back. I sit patiently and wait. Luckily, he strolls into the office not too long after. He seems to be in a dark mood. Maybe his meeting didn’t go very well. His gaze finds me and roams over my face. I am tempted to pull out my mirror and look to see if I have something on my face.  “Navia, thank you for waiting, follow me to my office please,” he says softly.

I nod and quickly get up, not wanting to upset him any further. As I make my way to the office I wonder what this is all about. Consternation creeps in as negative thoughts fill my mind. Maybe I did something wrong or maybe he doesn’t like the way I work. What if he is calling me into his office to fire me on my first day? My shoulders droop slightly. If I can’t do a job for one week or even a day, who is going to hire me now? We reach his office and he shuts the door, turning the lock. I frown. That’s strange. Why does he feel the need to lock the door? I nibble nervously at my lower lip and twirl my hands together. “Uh, how was your meeting?” I ask feebly, forcing a smile. It’s very hard to do, considering that I am a nervous wreck.

“It didn’t go as planned,” he says shortly.

I release a low breath. OK, maybe this has nothing to do with me after all. “I’m sorry to hear that.” I look at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell me why he wanted me to stay after hours and why I am standing in his office. All he does is rake his gaze over me. He reaches up to loosen his tie and run his fingers through his hair. I wish I could do that for him, run my fingers through his head of luxurious-looking black hair. He seems troubled, as if he is battling internally with himself. I detect a play of emotion across his features and they disappear quickly. How does he do that? How does he give a slight sliver of emotion and return to cool and emotionless so quickly? It makes it difficult to read him. What is he thinking right now?

I begin to bite my lower lip again and his gaze lands on my lips. I stop biting immediately and my tongue darts out to moisten my lips. His eyes follow my tongue’s movement. I swallow hard, feeling too hot all of a sudden. He steps toward me and I take a step back, the back of my legs hitting against his desk. I can go no further. My nervous lip-biting resumes. “Don’t do that, Navia,” he whispers, reaching out to cup my chin with long fingers. He smoothens a finger over my lower lip and I forget to continue breathing. “It’s very tempting to kiss you when you do that.”

My eyes widen. I don’t have much experience, but I am pretty sure this is not typical employer-employee behavior. I am speechless, my mind in turmoil. Should I speak out and tell him this is not appropriate, or say and do nothing, to see how far he goes? The devil on the left side of my shoulder tells me to do the latter. “Do you have any idea why I called you in here, Navia?”

I swallow hard. “N-Not the slightest idea,” I breathe out.

His lips curl, “Your innocence is refreshing. Are you really as innocent as you seem?”

“Well, I’m not exactly sure what you mean. Innocent in what way?” I watch as he peels off his jacket and throws it onto a chair. I follow his every movement, noticing how graceful and powerful each movement is. He is still standing very close, and I find it difficult to think straight.

“I have wanted to do something since I locked eyes with you on Saturday.” His gaze lowers to my mouth. “Your full lips are very tantalizing, just like the rest of you.”

I gawk up at him. I am in shock over his statement. He finds me tantalizing? I find it hard to believe that a man like Jason Black finds me attractive. “Err… I-I—,” my words refuse to come out properly. His lips twitch as if he is enjoying my discomfort. He lowers his head to mine, and his lips hover mere centimeters above mine. My breathing quickens. I want to pinch myself. This is playing out just like one of the dreams I had about him. Maybe this isn’t real. He doesn’t kiss me but continues to watch me intently.

“Would you like me to kiss you, Navia?” he enquires.
Hell yes!
I shout in my mind. But the words can’t pass my lips. I nod. “Answer me properly,” he demands. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I— yes,” I pant.

“Yes, what?”

I want so badly to feel his lips on mine. I ache for it. “I want you to kiss me.”

“Next time make sure you say ‘please.’”

There’s going to be a next time? Before I can analyze his statement any further, I draw in a breath as his lips capture mine. His mouth moves gently, urging my lips to move to part. I love the smooth, warm feel of his mouth, and my lips soon part to allow him entrance into my mouth. His gentle movements soon become more rough and urgent. He cups my face and forces my head back, causing me to moan in shock and delight. I moan as he ravishes my mouth. He pulls away to whisper, “You taste just as good as I thought you would.” He tastes just as good as I thought he would, as well, and his lips are just as soft. But I say nothing. What am I supposed to say? That I loved it and I want him to kiss me again? My fingers move to touch swollen lips ravaged by his passionate kiss. “Do you want more, Navia?” he asks.

My eyes fly up to meet his, “More kissing?”

A wicked grin forms on his lips, and I frown. “I guess you really are that innocent,” he says lowly. His grin turns into a grimace and he takes several steps back. He closes his eyes and whispers, “I shouldn’t do this. I should send you home, leave you the hell alone.”

Alarm rises in me. “Send me home? No, please don’t. I really need this job.”

He frowns, “It’s not about the damn job, Navia.”

I am immensely relieved, but still confused. “Oh, then what is it about?”

He rushes forward. “To hell with it, I can’t resist,” he growls. 

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Joel was having difficulty with his pants. The sight of Rhonda caused his manhood to bulge against the restraints of his briefs. He didn’t understand the effect she had on him, but it was profound. He had always enjoyed a woman’s body and then gone on his way. For him it had been a mere amusement. But with Rhonda it was more. He could not seem to get enough of her, and he couldn’t seem to control his own orgasm. Never had he found himself in such a predicament.

Joel took Rhonda by the arm and brought her close to him. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, something he had not done before. He managed to get her mouth open and started sparring with her tongue, enjoying her willingness to let him do as he wished.

Rhonda had never been kissed before, other than the occasional affectionate kiss from her parents, and this was completely foreign to her. She did not realize what she was missing out on.

Joel was enjoying Rhonda’s body so close to his, embracing him as he kissed her. She felt so good, all he wanted to do was lay her down and plunge himself deep inside of her. But he must not do that yet. He had special plans for this evening, and he would have to pace himself. This new, submissive Rhonda was turning him on like none other before her. Right now he desperately needed to get out of his pants.

Joel released Rhonda from his kiss and took her hand. When they reached the bed that was located on the far side of the room, she stretched out on her back without having to be told. Joel stared at her while he quickly removed his clothing. As soon as his clothes fell in a heap on the floor, he joined her on the bed and resumed their kiss, wanting to hold onto her submission.

Rhonda was lost in Joel’s kiss. Something about the way his tongue danced with hers made her feel good. She tried to fight it, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. There were strange tingling sensations starting in her most private places, and nothing she did made them go away. She felt Joel’s hand move across her stomach and down toward her womanhood. He gently pushed her legs apart so that he would have access to her most intimate place. She sucked in a deep breath when his fingers found her clitoris and started massaging it, causing the tingling sensations to increase.

When Joel plunged his finger deep inside Rhonda, he discovered that she was already wet with desire. He knew that they could have something good together if she would only relax and allow herself to enjoy it. He felt her contract when he inserted another finger and started moving in and out of her.

Rhonda found herself lost in the feelings Joel was stimulating in her body. She didn’t realize that he had left her mouth and moved between her legs until she felt his hot mouth on her clitoris. She picked up her head and looked down at his while he tormented her with his tongue. This just was not right, but the things she was feeling were too strong to resist. She finally laid her head back and closed her eyes, giving in to the pleasures of her body.

It was easy to see that Rhonda was enjoying this. She was wet and there was no denying the pleasure that was playing across her face. Now was the time to test his theory of teasing her. If he brought her to the brink, only to stop short, perhaps she would beg him the way he wanted her to. Testing his theory, he continued to torment her with his tongue until he felt her muscles start to contract, and then he immediately stopped what he was doing.

What the hell? Joel had brought her to the brink of fulfillment, then he had stopped, leaving Rhonda’s body frustrated for more. Her eyes popped open and she looked to see what he was doing, because stopping was the last thing she needed right now.

“I want to extend this evening for as long as possible. I do not want you to climax just yet. I enjoy watching your pleasure, but I have much more in store for you tonight,” Joel said.

Of course, Joel had to be in control, and Rhonda’s body had betrayed her and went along with it. She immediately felt betrayed and frustrated at the same time. What more could he possibly want? She had allowed him to do as he pleased, and that didn’t seem to be enough. She did not understand this man who wanted complete control of her life.

Joel knew that Rhonda’s ardor had quickly cooled. He also knew that he could arouse her again. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she had enjoyed what he was doing to her. It was time to move on to her next lesson.

Rhonda watched as Joel retrieved two shiny balls off the table beside the bed. He spread her legs again and pushed the two balls up inside her, leaving her to wonder what he was up to.