Truly Mine (16 page)

Without saying a word, I round Lissa’s desk and take in the beautiful man on the screen. “Oh, nice!”

It’s another shot of model David Gandy in a suit. It’s enough to make a woman’s panties melt, I swear.

“Hate to interrupt your meal, but Tyler’s here.”

With that, they turn their attention to me.

“I’d like to introduce you to him.”

Still giddy, they stand and make themselves presentable.

Marie smooths her dress. “Okay, let’s do this.”

Lissa applies a new coat of lipstick before all three of us file out of her office and into mine.

Tyler stands as we enter the room. He smiles at the girls and meets us in the middle of the room.

“Tyler, this is Lissa and Marie.” I wave my hand toward each of them, respectively.

They are still gawking. Only now, it’s at Tyler.

“Hello, ladies. Very nice to meet you.” He takes each of their hands and sweetly presses a kiss to the top.

To my surprise, they’re speechless. Neither says a single word.

I cross the room, passing between the girls and Tyler. Once I’m behind Tyler and he can no longer see me, I throw my arms in the air and silently mouth,
What the fuck?

They blink rapidly and join us again.

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Marie swoons, her voice shaky. “How was your flight?”

Lissa hasn’t moved a muscle. They are behaving like high school girls.

“It was fine. No screaming babies.” Tyler smiles a crooked smile.

“Shall we sign now?” I attempt to bring everyone’s attention to the reason Tyler’s here in the first place.

“Of course.” Tyler joins me, sliding his hand across the small of my back as he passes behind me.

The girls take notice and exchange looks. For several minutes, Tyler reviews the details stated in the document, all boring legalities of the situation that I’ve already explained to Marie and Lissa. They should be uninterested, yet they’re hanging on Tyler’s every word. When they aren’t mesmerized by his lips as he speaks, they’re raking his body from the black boots on his feet up to his dark denim jeans and lingering a little too long on his toned chest and biceps under his tight-fitting tee.

His usually messy dirty-blond hair is tamed and calling out to me, begging me to run my hands through it.

Oh, geez.
Now, we’re all three doing it.

I straighten my posture as the girls flash me a smile.

Once again, I mouth,
Stop
, scolding them.

“If you understand everything, you can sign right here.” He points at the yellow arrow sticker at the bottom of the page as he hands me a pen.

His eyes meet mine, and my heartbeat accelerates for no reason whatsoever. He has such an effect on me, even when he isn’t trying.

“Tru?” Tyler places his hand on my knee, concerned with my sudden trance. “Is there something you want me to go over again?”

He stupefies me. I can’t put my thoughts into intelligent words when I’m near him.

“Uh…no.” Uncharacteristically, I lay my left hand on top of his on my knee and weave my fingers through his.

Comforting me, he smiles sweetly and squeezes my hand.I sign my name on the line and lay the pen down, leaving only the inheritance money to be donated before this ordeal is put to rest. That’s as easy as writing a check. No visit from Tyler necessary. With that one signature, all my mother’s accounts and debts are settled, taxes are paid, and her death certificate is filed.

“Tyler, you’re going to dinner with us this evening, right?” Lissa asks.

Shrugging his shoulders, Tyler glances at me.

“I haven’t yet asked him,” I answer Lissa. Then, I address Tyler, “Every Friday, after work, we go to Harper’s for drinks and dinner. I was going to ask you if you would join us, but Lissa beat me to it.”

He slides the papers into a large envelope and then turns, looking at me. He talks softly and to me only, “If you want me to go, then I’d love to.”

It’s sweet.

I look at Lissa. “Yes, Lissa, Tyler will be going to dinner with us tonight.”

“So, what do you ladies do here?”

I freeze. I don’t want to lie to him, but telling him the truth is not an option.

“I’m a designer.” Marie gives her standard answer, not entirely a lie.

Lissa quickly chimes in, “She has lines in Neiman Marcus and Macy’s.”

Tyler nods his head. “I see. That’s great.”

I stand and walk to my open office door. “Now, if you’ll excuse us.” I hold my arm out toward Lissa and Marie. Sweeping my arm toward the hallway, I attempt to quickly put this conversation to rest.

“We’ll see you soon.” Marie smiles sweetly at Tyler and follows my cue, dragging Lissa with her.

Closing the door behind Marie and Lissa, I lean against it and let out a sigh of relief. I’m not used to my past meshing with this life I’ve created in New York. I have no interest in Tyler being a part of this life. He still has that small-town mentality and would never accept what we do here for what it is. In this big city full of diverse people, what I do is accepted and even quite popular. I was prepared for my anxiety to be on high this weekend, but I must say, it’s worse than I thought. I can do this though. I can do anything for a few days.

“So, your friends are very nice.” Tyler stands and stalks toward me.

“When they want to be,” I retort. I need to change the subject ASAP. “What do you want to do until dinner?”

He reaches me, placing his hands against the door on either side of my head, and he leans his forehead against mine, his eyes smoldering with desire. “Oh, I don’t know. I was thinking maybe I could hook up with a hot brunette.”

“Yeah?”

His mouth is just inches from mine.

I stare at his lips as he speaks to me, “Yeah.”

I meet his heated gaze. “Well, you’re in luck. I have a friend.”

“Ha!” He laughs a deep belly laugh, throwing his head back. “A friend, huh?”

“She’s even kind of nice. Or so you might think.”

With the back of his hand, he traces my jawbone and then drags his thumb over my lips. The muscles deep in my belly clench tight.

His beautiful eyes are hooded and telling me exactly what is on his mind. “No, that won’t work. The only hot brunette I want is the one I’m looking at.”

I try to hold him off. I have something planned for later. “I think we should save this energy for after dinner. Back to my original question, what would you like to do today?”

“I’d like a tour of your office.”

Surprised at his request, I make a sour face. “A tour of my office?”

“Yes. Starting right here.” He walks across the room and stands at the bookcase.

I step in front of him and point from the top of my floor-to-ceiling, jam-packed, beautifully messy bookcase. “This is my bookcase,” I say sarcastically.

He grabs me from behind and pulls my back to his front, and then he rubs his hands down my hips.

“Have you read all of these books?” he asks.

“No, but I love books so much that when I see a beautiful one, I have to buy it whether I’ll read it or not,” I reply.

Next, along the west wall is my bathroom. I sidestep to the door, Tyler moving with me, and open it. “This is my bathroom.”

Still standing behind me, he begins to untuck my dress shirt to get to the bottom buttons.

Ah, I clearly get his intentions now.

He unbuttons my top as we move to the corner curio cabinet that holds keepsakes and photos. As I tell this to Tyler, he slides the zipper down on my skirt, and then he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and slips it over my hips. I’m left standing in my panties and bra with my shirt still hanging on my shoulders. Oh, yes, and my heels.

As I round the corner, there is nothing along the north wall until the sitting area. I play along with Tyler’s game. I lower my shoulders, letting my shirt fall to the floor, as I walk to the sitting area.

“This is the sitting area, as you know.” I sit on the coffee table, place my hands down behind me, lean back, and slightly spread my legs, flashing a smile at Tyler.

I hook my finger, motioning for him to join me, and he walks to me. When he’s standing in front of me, I point at the floor. Half-expecting him to laugh at my request, I’m shocked when he simply falls to his knees before me. He places his head in my lap and wraps his arms around my bottom. I stare down at him, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into. I place my hands on his head and run them through his hair. Taking hold of his head, I force him to look at me.

“What are your intentions with me, Burke?” I narrow my eyes and tip my head, speculatively looking at him.

“That depends.” He presses on the inside of my knee, forcing my legs open further.

Feeling vulnerable, I suck in a sharp breath.

“Are we talking about right now or in the future?”

That’s an easy answer. There’s no confusion with this issue. “Right now. The future is a nonissue.”

He smiles. Sadly, I know he doesn’t understand.

“Right now, I’d like to fuck you.” His eyes pin me and I can barely breathe.

I can’t even explain the emotion invading me because I don’t know what it is. I’m not familiar with it. But it makes me want to never be away from him again.

I simply nod.

“Truly, have you ever let a man do this while you sat on this table?” He dips his head between my legs, licking me through my panties.

I’m panting. Instead of stopping him, I place my hands on his head and weave my fingers through his hair. A soft moan escapes me. Just like when we were younger, he’s in complete control again.

“Answer me,” he demands.

I shake my head, not able to put thoughts into words quickly enough.

Tyler raises his eyebrows, reminding me of his question.

“No,” I gasp.

“What about that window?” He stands, pulling me up with him, and leads me to the window before positioning me so that I’m looking out at Central Park. “Have you ever been fucked against this window?”

I shake my head as he takes his position behind me. Placing one hand on my hip, he holds my bottom against him. He’s hard already. With his other hand, he traces my spine from the small of my back to my shoulders. Along the way, he presses down, so I’m left standing with my chest against the window. I hear his zipper, and a moment later, I feel him pressing between my legs.

He kisses the center of my back. “I want to be the only man who ever fucks you against this window.” He slides my panties aside and presses himself into me.

“Let me in, baby. I want to bury myself deep in your beautiful pussy.”

I’m burning hot. I spread my legs and his fullness consumes me. I close my eyes and accept him as he fills me over and over again. We’re moaning.

I’m ready to let go when Tyler whispers in my ear, “Have you ever been fucked on your desk, Tru?”

“No.”
Oh God.

When I’m sure I can’t last a second longer, he slowly pulls out of me, and then he spins me around and guides me across the room. Bending me over the end of my desk, he enters me again.

“I want to be the only man who ever fucks you on this desk,” he whispers against my ear.

He continues at a leisurely pace for a few moments, sliding his hands over my back and shoulders.

“Have you been thinking about me, baby?” Tyler reaches over my shoulder and taps the note with his name written on it.

Over the past few weeks, I’ve traced over it dozens of times.

Grasping my hips, he slams into me. He slams into me again, harder than the first time.

“Ah! Yes, Tyler.”

With each thrust, I’m sure I’ll explode. Tyler touches places inside me I never knew existed. He gets into my head even though I forbid him. As always, he doesn’t ask permission before he goes places he’s not been invited.

A knock on the door stills both of us.

“Yes?” My voice is shaky and breathless as Tyler continues slowly easing himself in and out of me.

“We’re taking off early. Just wanted to let you know.” Lissa’s cheerful voice comes through the door.

“O-o…okay,” I stumble through a one-word response.

Tyler whispers in my ear, “I missed your sweet pussy so much.”

Oh my God!

“See you at dinner, right?”

I lay my forehead on my desk, trying to gain the strength to carry on this conversation. “Yes, dinner.”

“Bye, Tyler.”

Seriously?

Before answering Lissa, he whispers in my ear as he buries himself inside me, “Did you miss my cock, Truly?”

That’s not fair. He’s trying to be funny.

“I’m looking forward to dinner,” he adds to his conversation with Lissa before sliding one hand up my spine, resting it between my shoulder blades.

With the other, he grasps the inside of my thigh and forces my leg up, opening me even more for his taking. All the while, he continues his dirty talk that has me tipping over the edge,

Oh God…oh my fucking God.

I’m going to orgasm while he is in a conversation with Lissa.

Then, even though he’s doing all the work, Tyler says with ease, “Good-bye, Lissa.”

I whisper, “Tyler, stop. I’m…I’m…ah.”

“You’re what, baby?”

“Bye!” Lissa’s voice, laced with annoying excitement, calls through the door again.

I swear, if one more word comes from outside that door, I’m going to scream. And not in a sexual context.

Thankfully, I hear footsteps instead of words.

I can’t hold out one more moment. “Oh, Tyler. Fuck!” My legs go weak.

“Yeah, let go, baby,” he says in his gruff I’m-about-to-come voice that I’ve missed.

He has me pinned against my desk, so I’m going nowhere. I lay my head on the desk and ride the intense crashing waves that suck the breath right out of me as they carry me far away.

“Ah…Tru.” Tyler lays his head on the center of my back and finds his release. He stills, digging his fingers in my hips.

We both go over the edge and back to reality together.

We lie still, trying to catch our breaths.

Tyler unexpectedly begins laughing.

What a strange reaction to have after sex.

He lifts off of me after a little encouragement in the form of a slight shove from me. He’s still laughing, and I don’t know why.