Addicted: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (15 page)

Of course I wasn’t serious about the proposition.
I just want to hear him disagree with me on
something
.

Tyler didn't blink. "You got it."

I laughed, knowing he was lying through his teeth. "Don't push it, buddy." I glanced at the clock. It was a quarter past the hour. We needed to leave, but I still had a few things I wanted to say to him.

I shook my head. "I just can't believe that you went through all this . . . just for me."

"I can," Tyler said softly. He paused, like he was pondering if he should say his next words. "I love you."

His words hit me like a gunshot to the stomach. "What?" I asked breathlessly. I must've been imagining things. I’d hoped to hear those words, but I thought they’d never come.

Tyler walked around to my side of the desk, moved Christine's chair out of the way, and turned me to face him. "I love you," he repeated in a soft, sexy growl while cupping my right cheek in his hand and gently stroking it. "I've known it for a long time now.”

Lost in the conviction of his beautiful blue eyes, I could hardly breathe. Love me? Tyler Locklin? I searched his face for deceit or some clue that he could be lying to me, but I couldn’t even find a hint of it.

He loved me. Tyler Locklin loved me.

"Don't cry," Tyler soothed, taking his thumb and wiping the tear that slid down the side of my face.

"I love you too," I breathed in his face before kissing him hard on the lips.

His powerful arms wrapped around me and he bent me back into Christine's desk as our tongues found each other’s.

"Stop!" I gasped a moment later, pushing him back and straightening. The fires were raging. Another moment and I would've lost myself.

Tyler grinned at me, that mischievous, boyish grin. "Stop? I was just getting started." He pulled me into him and I could feel his big, hard cock pressing up against my stomach, ready to go.

"Uh," I moaned as Tyler ran his hands up my thighs and around my hips to grab and squeeze my ass. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" Tyler replied, his breath scorching my cheek as he brushed his lips against it.

By this time, I was burning up from the close proximity of his body, feeling absolutely breathless, my limbs trembling all over. I could feel sweat gathering on various parts of my body.

It's like ninety degrees in here! Damn, I'm in hell!

“Wait!” I protested weakly. "This is Christine's office!"

Tyler laughed, uncaring. "So?" He delivered a strong kiss to my lips.

"So . . .” I gasped, "we . . . just . . . can't."

Tyler kissed me again. "We can't?"

"N . . . no," I managed. "We can't."

Tyler squeezed my right butt cheek. "Who says that we can't?"

"Me. Christine." My protests were so weak. Even I didn't believe them. "She'll kill me."

"Well, you should know by now, I’m not too big on following the rules,” Tyler growled, his lips finding my neck, raising my temperature up another notch. “No reason to start obeying them now.”

My defenses crumbled like a piece of paper at the intensity in his words. Who was I kidding? Every inch of Tyler Locklin was . . . addicting.

Smothering my neck, he placed his hands under my ass and lifted me up onto the desk, pushing my torso back onto it and knocking all of the items on Christine's desk to the floor.

I'm dead
, I thought, briefly worried about the mess we were making.

My worries quickly vanished as Tyler bent down and continued kissing me, his hands roving all over my body with expert deftness. I moaned with pleasure and ran my fingers through his hair, filled with an almost giddy excitement.

My pent up sexual frustration and the risky naughtiness of it all made it that much more exciting, adding an edge to our passion.

I pulled on Tyler's hair as he bit into my blouse with his teeth, and with a feral jerk, he ripped it open, displaying my bra and quavering belly.

I looked up at him, awed at the primal lust on display. He was beautiful in all his horny glory, a beast that had come to have his way with his prey.

He practically tore off my bra, exposing my breasts, feasting on them like he was starving. I ran my hand down his back, feeling the incredible muscles beneath his suit, reveling in his hunger for my body.

I gasped when his lips wrapped around an erect nipple, his free hand reaching down beneath my skirt and rubbing me through my now soaked panties.

"Ohh,” I groaned, holding onto his hair tightly, enjoying the feel of him sucking on my nipples and massaging me at the same time.

My nipples proved not enough to sate his incredible hunger, as he drifted down to my waist and quickly removed my skirt and panties in one swift motion.

I cried out once again when his mouth completely covered my pussy and he began his feast. Looking up at me with those intense eyes of his, he held onto my thighs as I squirmed all over Christine’s desk.

“Fuck!” I cried, squirming, sprawling my arms out behind me, knocking the last bit of items off the desk. I was bucking like a wild animal, but I was no match for Tyler’s strength. He held my lower body in place, his lips stuck to me like glue. “Oh my God!”

Two fingers slipped inside me slowly, my stomach clamping down in response to his furious assault. My breathing quickened, and a thunderstorm was brewing inside my belly, ready to unleash its fury.

My toes curled up and my eyes rolled back inside my head as Tyler continued his onslaught, flicking his tongue up and down on my clit. "Shit!" I cried, grabbing a handful of his hair and clinging on for dear life. "I'm coming!”

Emboldened, the bastard went in harder, faster, giving me all his powerful jaws could muster until I could hold on no longer.

I blacked out momentarily. My own cries were the first thing I heard a moment later as I convulsed all over his face. He continued to hold my lower body in place, his whole mouth still clamped down on me, taking all of me in.

After the last tremor ran through my thighs, he finally let me go and stood up.

“That was intense,” I said weakly, sweat covering my forehead. “I’d forgotten how skilled you were with that mouth of yours.”

Tyler grinned at me, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “That I am.” A huge bulge was pressing against his black pants, a sign that he wasn’t done with me. “But I’m only just getting started.” He took off his blazer and then swiftly unbuttoned his dress shirt and flared it open, showing off his fabulous six pack. On impulse, I ran my fingers along the hard lines of his abs, marveling at how well-defined they were.

Sometimes I thought Tyler’s body had been sculpted by God himself, it was so exquisite. He grinned at me, loving every minute of my admiration of his body.

He pulled back, dropping his pants around his ankles, his big cock bouncing out and up and down. I yearned to slide down to my knees and take him in my mouth, but I knew Tyler had other plans for me.

"Are you ready?" he asked me, looking me in the eyes.

I wasn’t sure why he was asking. Of course I was ready. I wanted him to fuck me like no tomorrow.

“Of course I am,” I replied. “What’re you waiting for?”

Grinning, Tyler bent down to plant a kiss on my cheek. “That’s my girl,” he whispered in my ear.

He penetrated me fully in one deep thrust, his cock going to the hilt inside my canal.

I gasped.

Grabbing my breasts and squeezing them firmly, he began to slowly thrust in and out of me.

I can’t believe this
, I thought.
I’m getting fucked by Tyler Locklin in Christine’s office.

The thought faded away as Tyler thrust deeply once again, the friction of our bodies against the desk filling the room with sounds of creaking wood and the clap of flesh.

He pushed my legs back almost to my head, and I was thankful that I was pretty flexible. He leaned forward into me, breathing hard in my face and delivering passionate pecks to my lips every time he thrusted inward.

“Are you ready?” he asked me between thrusts, staring me deep in the eyes, his breathing labored, sweat beading down his forehead and dripping onto me.

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. I was suddenly overcome with a range of emotions as his cock slid in and out of me. Pleasure. Pain. Happiness. Euphoria.

"Yes!" I choked, staring directly into his eyes and seeing only love reflected there. "I'm ready. I've been ready. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

Tyler nodded at me, and that mischievous grin I knew so well formed on his face. He released my legs, pulling me up against him, but making sure his cock didn’t slip out of me. “I’ve longed for this feeling once again,” he whispered. His thrusts became slower. Harder. Fuller. I ran my fingers up and down his back, and settled them on his firm ass, guiding him into me and encouraging him.

“Fuck me,” I whispered sweetly, eager to feel him explode inside me.

That did the trick.

After one last powerful thrust, he threw back his head. “Ohh fuck!” He cried.

I dug my nails into his back at the same time, coming hard with him in that perfect moment. He collapsed down onto me, our sweat mingling with each other as our bodies shook against each other from pleasure.

A deep sigh escaped his lips after the last twitch of his cock. He pulled himself up and fell back onto the desk beside me, exhausted. The sound of our ragged breathing filled our ears and I smiled contentedly.

We’d done something so naughty, but something so beautiful at the same time.

After a few moments, Tyler raised up, pulling me in close to kiss my forehead. “I love you,” he said, looking into my eyes with that same deep love that so touched my heart.

I knew then that whatever happened from here on out, Tyler would always be there for me.

No matter what.

I smiled at him, my heart soaring. “I love you too.”

I
tapped
my fingers against my desk impatiently, resisting the urge to curse again. My contact told me he had something for me. Problem was, I hadn’t heard from the bastard since, and he was supposed to have been here half an hour ago.

“Where the hell is he?” I muttered, glancing at my watch. It was closing hours for Armex. Most people would be gone home by now, but not everyone was required to be out. Not if they had important work to do.

And there’s nothing more important than what I’m doing
, I thought darkly.
Sealing my position within this company before it’s too late.

Tyler Locklin was a woman-chasing, incompetent fool. And the sooner he was brought down, the better.

He’s a disgrace, and I’m going to make sure that he’s widely recognized as the talentless scoundrel that he is.

After sitting for another ten minutes, I grabbed my mobile phone and slid my finger over the lock screen. If my contact had lied, he’d be sorry.

Before I could begin to dial a certain number, the door to my office opened gently and in walked the man I was waiting on.

“Finally,” I growled. “You took forever. I was beginning to think you had second thoughts. Did you bring what we discussed?”

Though his hood was pulled low, even I could see the grin that touched his jaw line.

He walked over and tossed a large envelope on my desk. Eagerly, I snatched up the package and pushed another, fatter, envelope across the desk to him.

“You have my thanks,” I practically drooled. “When I hired you, I never thought you’d get something this good. You’re worth every penny.”

My contact grabbed the envelope and weighed it in his hand before sticking it into the folds his hoodie. “You know what you’re going to do with those?” he asked.

I bit back a sarcastic reply. He’s good, but I didn’t pay him to be nosy. But what did it matter? In a day or two, I would have what I want. Tyler Locklin would be ruined.

For good.

I couldn’t keep a nefarious grin off my face as I replied, “Get rid of a thorn in my side, once and for all.”

“
I
’m so
proud of you, son,” my father said while I was sitting in his office after a long day at work. It’d been a week after Victoria and I had gotten back together and I’d never been happier. “You made such a change in a short period of time.”

After getting back together, I’d thrown myself into my duties with renewed vigor, trying to fix all the problems that so worried my father.

If he needed me for a specific task, I was there. If he wanted something done that required my expertise, I did it instead of passing it off to a lackey.

I wasn’t sure what had me so motivated, but I had my guess.

With Victoria by my side, I was a changed man. Through and through. “Ah, thanks, Dad,” I said.

He shook his head. “That was one helluva presentation you gave this afternoon. I haven’t seen you that excited in years.”

“Did you like it? I must admit, I can’t take all the credit. Jeff helped me for hours getting prepared.”

“Even still, you have such a way with words. A charm about you that I respect. You could definitely be a public speaker.”

“Please, Dad,” I muttered. “I hate speaking in front of groups. I’m dreading this thing I have to do at Brad’s wedding as it is.”

Dad grinned. “Ah, Brad. How is that fella nowadays?”

“He’s hanging in there,” I replied. “Once the wedding is over I’m sure he’ll be better.”

Dad looked emphatic. “The poor bastard.”

Suddenly, the doors to the office burst open. Startled, I jumped to my feet, as did my dad.

“Hello, gentlemen,” Charles Whitmore greeted us cheerily, strolling into the room as if he owned the place.

He made a waving motion at us. “Please, please. Have a seat. Don’t you both stand up on my account.”

Father slowly sank back into his chair, but I remained standing. I knew by the smug sound of Charles’s voice that the bastard had something up his sleeve.

“What the hell are you doing barging in here without knocking, Charles?” Father demanded. “I was having a private conversation with my son.”

Charles walked over to his desk, sparing a quick glance my way. “Oh yes, your son.”

My dad scowled in annoyance “Yes, my son. You do remember Tyler, don’t you?”

Charles laughed. “Of course I do. Who couldn’t remember the cocky asshole that’s caused Armex major problems and robbed me of my rightful position?”

The only thing keeping me from turning Charles’s face inside out was knowing that I’d probably spend a night in jail and would be sued for millions of dollars. Still, it’d almost be worth it.

Dad froze, staring at Charles suspiciously. “Show some respect, Charles. I’m not going tell you again.”

Charles’s face twisted into a mask of fury. “What I remember, Mr. Locklin, is being promised a promotion.”

“So that’s what this is all about,” Dad muttered, his eyes glued to Charles’s annoying mug. “You’re still upset over all that.”

“You’re damn right I’m upset, sir!”

“I suggest you get over it. You’re an asset, so I’m going to cut you some slack, but you’re pushing it.”

Charles grew silent and stood there fuming. I watched him closely, wondering if I was going to have to drag him out of the office if he refused to leave. I’d enjoy manhandling the little prick immensely.

“Fine,” Charles snarled finally. “I didn’t want have to do this, but you leave me no choice.” Keeping his eyes on my dad, he stuck his hand inside his blazer, reaching for something.

My eyes went wide and I was gripped by panic as Charles grabbed something.

I guess I’d been watching too many movies, but my heart was suddenly in my throat, and I quickly leaped across the space separating us. A second later, I collided into Charles with a grunt, knocking him to the floor and sending the folder in his hand flying.

“What the hell? Get off of me!” Charles yelled, struggling to push me off.

Scattered across the floor, I saw pictures, scores of them. My dad was already picking one up. “What the hell is this?” he demanded.

I got a glimpse of one of the photos, and immediately a feeling of dread twisted in my stomach.

In the photo you could see Victoria and me, her legs pushed back to her head, and the back of my masculine figure as I pounded away.

Anger threatened to overwhelm me, and it was all I could do to keep from going over and choking the worthless life out of Charles.

“That,” Charles said smugly, rising to his feet and dusting himself off, a look of sick pleasure coming over his face, “is your son fucking his stepsister.”

My father looked at me with question. The look I returned him told him all he needed to know.

“Looks like Tyler” he muttered. “But I don’t see his face.”

“Keep looking, you’ll find it in there somewhere,” Charles purred. “Now that we know the situation here—let’s discuss my promotion. Or these are going straight to the media.”

“You son of a bitch!” I yelled, going for Charles. Dad grabbed me before I took a few steps and pulled me back.

Charles grinned at me with that smug look of his, pissing me off further. “So you see, James, your son is nothing but a liability to this company like everyone has known all along. I’m not asking for anything that isn’t warranted here. Tyler will forever be a thorn in Armex’s backside while he remains employed here.”

Dad looked around at all the photos scattered around his office, gathering his thoughts. “So let me get this straight. You want me to get rid of my son in exchange for your not releasing these photos to the press?”

Charles beamed. “Correct.”

“Charles, I’m not the sort of man that responds well to blackmail.” Dad snorted and turned toward me. In his eyes, I could see the anger reflected there. After all the great work I’d been doing lately, I’d now managed to upset him again.

“I’m sorry—” I began.

My dad waved me off. “Don’t be.” He turned back to Charles, who was smugly adjusting his clothing, looking as if he knew that my title, what he’d been after for so long, was finally his. “These photographs are truly unfortunate,” Dad said. “And I can’t tell you how upset I am that my son is a part of them.”

“Don’t worry,” Charles said, casting a triumphant glance my way. “No one will ever see them, and maybe Tyler will learn to have better judgement in the future—”

“But I won’t be meeting your demands,” Dad interrupted.

Charles froze. “What?”

What the hell are you doing?
I wondered.

“You heard me,” my father growled, tossing the photograph he’d had in his hand to the floor with the rest of them.

“You’re making a very big mistake,” Charles warned.

“In fact,” my father retorted, unperturbed. “Once my lawyers are done with you, you’re going to be lucky if you avoid jail time.”

Despite the dire situation, I let out a mocking chuckle. At least he had my back.

Charles shook his head in disbelief. “You’d throw your company’s image down the drain all on the account of your son? Someone who disrespects the position he holds?”

“Our competitors will use it against us, no doubt. But we’ll recover,” Dad said, walking around to his desk and placing both hands on either side, fixing Charles with a glare that looked as if it could burn a whole right through him. “But you? You won’t recover.”

Charles was at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“Now you can take your threats and shove them up your ass, because you’re fired.” He said, making Donald Trump sound like an amateur. “Get him out of here.”

“My pleasure.” I grinned.

Though I was worried about what would happen with Armex and the effect on my relationship with Victoria if the pictures were released, it was comforting to know that my dad had my back.

I walked over and grabbed Charles by the arm. “Let’s go.”

“You can’t fire me!” Charles yelled as I led him to do the door. “This place will crumble without me!”

Dad laughed. “Everyone is replaceable. Someday you’ll learn that, Charles.”

Charles struggled against my grip as I dragged him, but he was no match for my strength. I dragged him, kicking and screaming like the little bitch that he was, out of the office.

I walked over and gathered all the damning photos and stuck them back in the envelope and turned to face my father. “So,” I said. “What now?”

I expected him to go off on me, yell at me and shame me for putting us into this position. Instead he grinned at me and said, “It looks like we’re hiring.”