For Keeps (3 page)

He leaned down, palms flat on her
desk, and stood there almost nose-to-nose. “Well, after you
ride with me, you’re going to love them.” He smiled at
her watching her pupils dilate. “I’m going to leave my
stuff here so I can have you right up behind me.”

What was wrong with her? Valerie
didn’t know what turned her on most – the fact that he
was literally growling his desire, or the thought of pressing her
entire body up against him from behind while he sped down the road
and around corners toward the marina.

“
I’ll be ready in a
few minutes.” Her voice was husky, and she barely recognized
it.

She locked the computer and all
of the drawers, and by the time he came back out of his office,
carrying a set of keys and two helmets, she was as ready as she could
get. She shouldered her bag and forced a smile past the fear creeping
into her throat. “Let’s get out of here.”

He took her hand, leading her to
the elevator and out to the parking garage.

* * *

A part of Tyler wished he hadn’t
asked Valerie to change into her bathing suit till after they were
out of the marina. He could barely concentrate on driving the damn
boat because she was such a distraction, the black boy shorts and
bikini top contrasting against her creamy skin and tendrils of her
strawberry hair teasing at her cleavage, drawing his attention over
and over to those ample breasts of hers.

As soon as he left the no-wake
zone, he floored it, needing to get away from everyone else so he
could get her inside the boat.

His deftness proved sexy, and
Valerie found herself watching Tyler intently, not because she was so
interested in what he was doing with the boat but because his every
move was graceful and powerful. For once in her life, she hoped his
intentions weren’t noble as they drew further and further from
the coastline and any other boats out on the water.

Tyler found a quiet cove, nestled
around a corner from one of the main traffic areas, and dropped
anchor. Turning to Valerie with a salacious smile, he asked, “So,
what do you think of my yacht?”

She shot him a coy smile. “It’s
big. And it’s beautiful.” She pretended to pout, pushing
out her bottom lip. “But I think it might move too fast.”

Moving like a predator stalking
its prey, he strode toward her, his gaze intense and maintaining eye
contact. “Do you really feel like I go too fast?” He
loomed over her where she sat, his hand brushing her shoulder, his
mouth just a deep breath away from her lips. She was already panting
in anticipation. This was the moment of truth. Would he reject her?
Or did he, just maybe, find her as attractive as he let on?

Closing the distance herself,
Valerie launched herself into a hot, demanding kiss, capturing his
lips and refusing to let go until she couldn’t breathe. Looking
up at him through her eyelashes, she asked, “Does it look like
I have a problem with moving fast?”

His hard cock straining against
his shorts, Tyler almost choked on the words that came out in a low
growl.

“
I certainly hope not.
Because I want you so bad I don’t think I can stop myself.”
He took her lips again, his hands cupping those inviting breasts that
thrust against the thin material of the bikini top, and she stood,
pressing herself against him. That soft, lush body pressing against
his erection made him groan, and he fisted a hand in her hair,
pulling her head back so he could taste deeper, dive into her mouth
further with his tongue.

Valerie sighed into his mouth,
then inhaled sharply as he lifted her, his hands cupping her ass, and
she wrapped her legs around his waist while he started moving toward
the cabin door, carrying her effortlessly. That alone heightened her
attraction to him, and the last little shred of resistance fled from
her.

She felt him kick open the cabin
door, and he took three steps before lowering her onto a lush suede
couch. She turned and lay back with her head on the arm, drawing him
down on top of her. She arched her back as he pushed her bikini top
out of the way and closed his mouth over her left nipple, circling
his tongue around it and suckling her.

Tyler groaned at the sweet taste
of her skin and wanted so much more. Almost frantic to feel her, he
stroked her center over the boy short bottoms, reveling in the way
she moved as if riding his hand, until he couldn’t take it
anymore. He reached inside of the shorts, the tiny little hairs
tickling his hand as he touched the warm, wet heat of her opening, of
the cleft above. He rubbed circles around it and watched her gasp and
choke as she came on his fingers.

Valerie felt all logical thoughts
shatter as her body convulsed, shockwaves flowing through it like
electrical signals. She’d never come so hard before. She felt
like she died and was reborn, all in the space of the minute those
waves rolled through her.

Unsatisfied in her own pleasure
and wanting Tyler to feel the same, she reached down and found the
long, hard shaft that jabbed her in the hip. She gripped it in her
hand through his trunks, running her palm and fingers up and down it
through the material while he shivered and growled against her. He
thrust his cock into her closed hand, and she began to imagine how he
would feel deep inside her, pushing every inch of his thickness
inside of her aching sweet spot.

Reluctantly letting go, Valerie
reached for his waistband and jerked at the swim trunks, and he
accommodated, moving so they came down his legs. Her eyes grew wide
at the sight of his cock, large and hard, standing against his
stomach. She caressed it tenderly, wanting to worship it, intrigued
by the perfection of it.

But no matter how good it felt,
Tyler didn’t have the patience for it. He pulled Valerie’s
shorts down her legs, leaving her entirely exposed beneath him, and
he kissed down her breasts, her stomach, to the moist opening between
her legs that made her cry out. Then he wrapped her legs around his
waist and drove his cock deep inside her.

Valerie threw her head back,
calling out his name, and he sighed at the satisfying tightness of
her inner walls throbbing and squeezing around him.

He started with long, slow
strokes that made her shiver and come over and over. But it was
maddening to hold back, and Tyler couldn’t maintain his calm
ministrations. He sped up, creating friction even with the natural
lubrication, until he was frantic. She clawed at his back as he drove
harder and deeper, and that only served to excite him further.

Valerie lost all control, able to
do nothing but take what Tyler gave, her entire body quaking. She
could feel Tyler’s loss of control as well, his rhythm failing,
his thrusts so hard it bordered on that pleasure-pain threshold. And
then she felt his shiver, the jumping of his cock, the cum shooting
warmly inside of her as he experienced his own release nearly
breaking her in two with the force and the incredible pleasure of it.

He collapsed on top of her, both
of them gasping for air, and she ran her fingertips up and down his
sweat-drenched back, a small smile of satisfaction curling her lips.
She enjoyed the feel of him still inside her as they lay there in the
afterglow.

Tyler brushed her hair back out
of her face as he pushed up, smiling from ear to ear.

“
Damn, I need a cigarette.”
She giggled beneath him, effectively pushing him out of her, and he
shoved to his feet, padding around the cabin nude, finding his pack
on the counter.

Valerie had a glorious view of
every inch of him, all his tattoos, and she admired them unabashed.
She spent a little extra time getting a good look at the muscular
curve of his ass, the tendons working in his legs, the sinewy
stretches of his back, shoulders, and arms. He was an incredible
creature, and Valerie couldn’t believe someone that well formed
wanted anything to do with her. As she watched him light a cigarette
and blow smoke out with a satisfied breath, she smiled to herself and
decided that, maybe, she’d consider that later. For now, this
was far too enjoyable to ruin it with paranoia and common sense.

* * *

Tyler was reluctant to take
Valerie back to her car at the office. In fact, they’d gone two
more rounds before the sun started to go down and they had to head
back to the marina to escape the chill in the night air, and he was
reluctant to depart from her at all. So, as she dressed and combed
her hair, he approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her
waist and nuzzling her neck until she giggled. “Let me drive
you home.”

She raised an eyebrow. “What
about my car?”

He grinned. “My father owns
the property it’s parked on. It’ll be fine. And I can
take you to work in the morning. Then you can drive it home tomorrow
evening.”

In theory, it sounded great.
Especially if she could convince Tyler to stay the night with her.
But she also knew their work schedules weren’t exactly the
same.

“
You do realize you’d
have to get to the office an hour earlier than usual if you took me
to work.”

He shrugged as he moved away from
her. “My father would be so proud,” he told her in a dry,
sarcastic voice. “I don’t mind. Hell, maybe we could
spend that first hour together, and you could help me study for the
bar exam.”

That one threw her for a loop.
“Tyler, I’m not in law school. I’m a paralegal, and
I really don’t know anything about being a lawyer.”

But he shook his head. “You’re
obviously a much better student than I ever was. I’m smart, I
just never know how to study, and I get bored. I think working with
you would be enjoyable and enlightening.” He gave her a wicked
grin. “And if you want, we can stop by my place, and I’ll
get some clothes for work tomorrow, and we can spend the night
together.”

A shiver ran down Valerie’s
spine at the idea, and she gave a shy smile back. “I think I
might like that. But be warned, my apartment is small and sparse.
It’s nowhere near the luxury I’m sure you’re used
to.” She swept her hand around the cabin in illustration.

Tyler frowned and pulled her to
him in an embrace that felt warm and inviting to him, something he
wasn’t used to experiencing. “I’d rather be naked
and happy with you in a roach motel than bored and alone in the
Ritz.”

Her cheeks warming, Valerie
thought he wasn’t that far off, and while that sounded
beautiful and romantic, she doubted seriously that it was true.
Still, she nodded. “Let’s get going then.”

* * *

Everything about Valerie was
sensual, and her sexual appetite was as insatiable as Tyler’s.
They explored each other’s bodies for hours, finally falling
asleep sometime around 2:30. While Tyler was used to keeping such
hours, Valerie was exhausted when the alarm went off, and the one
thing she was grateful for was that Tyler had traded the motorcycle
for his Mercedes last night, meaning she didn’t have to worry
about wearing a helmet or holding tightly. She was weak and sore from
seriously hot bouts of sex, and she didn’t trust her muscles
right now.

As he walked into the office,
Tyler whistled, feeling invigorated and ready to face the reality
that he had to make a move on his bar exam. His time was short, and
he liked his lifestyle, so he wasn’t prepared to lose the trust
fund.

But before he could settle into
his office and pull out study materials, his father’s secretary
knocked on his door. “Excuse me, Mr. Princeton, your father
would like to see you in his office.”

Clenching his jaw, Tyler nodded
and headed for the elevator. Gordontairs, he didn’t knock
before striding impatiently into his father’s office. “What
is it, Dad?”

The livid expression on his
father’s face didn’t bode well, but when had they ever
had a decent conversation? “You didn’t come home last
night.”

Tyler winced. “I’m a
grown man, Dad. I can come and go as I please.”

“
Not when you’re out
on my yacht, entertaining some trash from across the tracks. Not to
mention screwing the help.”

Feeling the twitch start in his
jaw muscle, Tyler lowered his voice to a dangerous level. “You
have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The older man slammed his hands
on his desk and stood, leaning forward menacingly. “I know
exactly what I’m talking about. You’re purposely
disrespecting me, and I won’t have it. You will not make a
mockery of me. You will act like you have the breeding with which you
were raised, and you will not gallivant off with some piece of ass
just to spite me.”

“
Really, Dad? Because I
remember eating Ramen and beans growing up, helping Mom clip coupons
so we could afford to eat, until you built this dynasty of yours. We
don’t come from better ‘breeding’ than anyone else.
Besides, you should be thrilled. Your stipulations state that I have
to be married within a year. When was the last time you saw me date
anyone? At least I’m making the effort now.”

“
My son will not marry some
little, money grubbing hussy and let the whore drain his bank
account!” the elder man roared.

“
I’m not listening to
this shit!” Tyler roared back. Fuming, he growled, “Your
superiority complex is getting old, Dad. Get off my back.” He
turned and started to leave.