I squinted at him as I peered over my shoulder. “We donotacknowledge that man as long as he insists on supporting the current executive administration.” I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes.
Tyler chuckled. “I can agree there. Hell, Jay-Z then.”
“Nope.” I placed my phone down as Maroon Five’s “Girl Like You” began playing. “Sound familiar?”
Tyler’s face scrunched up as he stood from the low sitting armchair but, as if a lightbulb went off in his head, his eyes narrowed at me. He remembered.
I began swaying my hips, throwing my arms in the air, moving to the rhythm of the music.
“This is the first song you danced to for me.”
I laughed, “Excuse you? I wasn’t dancing foryouat that lounge.”
“Oh, precious. You may not have known it but you were dancing for me.”
Dammit.
He always got me. I stumbled, my heartbeat erratic at hearing the deepening of his voice. But, his arms were right there, catching me.
“I told you, you’d be uncomfortable in this shirt.” He tugged at the bottom of my sweater before he pulled it up and over my head, leaving me in the lace bra I wore underneath and the pencil skirt, nude tights, and brown booties I’d worn to work.
“I was perfectly comfortable in my shirt.”
“Yeah? Let’s see how comfortable you can get butt ass naked on this boat,” he growled before dipping his head and sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
I giggled but looked around over his shoulder. “What about the staff? Should we take this to the bedroom?” There was a staff of about fifteen on the yacht just for us, and that didn’t include the captain and co-captain.
“They know not to come in here unless called.”
“Mmm,” I moaned when his tongue trailed along the pulsing vein in my neck. “Are you sure?”
“Tell me you love me again,” he demanded.
I gasped when he picked me up, my legs instantly wrapping around his body. “I love you.”
“How much?” His hand went to the zipper at the back of my skirt and began sliding it down.
I swallowed. “A lot.”
“Enough to make it permanent?”
My eyes widened. Tyler stared, searching my gaze for something.
“What do you m—” My question was cut off when he fused our lips together as he carried me somewhere in the room. I couldn’t see where we were headed as my eyes had sealed shut against the pleasure that rolled through my body from his touch and kiss.
I did, however, feel the hard wood of the dining table when Tyler placed me down on it once he’d pulled my skirt down around my thighs. His previous question escaped my memory between his kisses and the hand he moved down my abdomen to reach the top of my dark lace panties.
“Tyler!” I yelled when I heard the ripping of my undergarment.
“Told you, you wouldn’t need clothes. You chose to wear them anyway,” he retorted before pushing against my belly, laying my back against the table.
I couldn’t pretend I was upset about the underwear. They weren’t even my favorite pair. Hell, if they had been, when Tyler discarded the rest of my clothing, and hoisted my thighs up over his shoulders and leaned down to run his tongue along my outer lips, I wouldn’t have given a damn then either.
“Mmm,” I breathed out, rolling my head from one side to another on the table. My hips lifted slightly when Tyler’s hot tongue found my throbbing clit. “Tyler,” I sighed his name on a plea, begging for more.
The man was nothing if not a deliverer of dreams. He used his two fingers to separate my labia and to give his tongue space to do what it wanted to my pulsing button. I wiggled my hips, lifting them, searching for more. Tyler’s free hand wrapped around my right thigh, essentially holding me in place as he had his way with me.
“Fuck!” I yelled out, pounding my fist against the table. The man was a crook. That’s exactly what he was. It such a short amount of time he’d stolen my heart, my sanity, and my body, making it his. My body was his to pleasure. He didn’t say it with words but his mouth was spelling it out all over my thirsting vagina.
