Sweet Sinner (Tyler & Bella Duet #2) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Tyler & Bella Duet Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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I start walking toward his office, and that dream from last night, that memory of me against my own office door and him between my legs, his tongue dancing wickedly along my sensitive flesh, whips through me and reminds me to be strong. The history between us that includes intimacy at work does nothing to establish our future, only our past. No matter what he thinks differently, no matter how hard he flexes his alpha will on me, I will not be getting naked for him in his office or anywhere ever again.

We are done.

And I hate how much that hurts my heart.

But it’s fairly obvious at this point, that I had a thing for Tyler long before a weekend in a hotel, and I don’t know how or even when that happened.

Chapter Six

Tyler

I’ve had women give me raging hard-ons plenty of times, but I’ve never had a woman taunt me with my own cock. They’ve tried but they failed miserably. None of them ever had that power. I mean holy fuck, they have to know I have a hand. I can do the job myself or call someone who’ll do it better than me. The problem is, I don’t want to call someone else, and the only woman I’m thinking of with my cock in my hand is Bella.

She enters my office, a sweet sashay to her hips that has me thinking about her on top of me, sashaying on my cock. If I wasn’t hard already, the memories of exactly that would have done the job. And considering the heat flaming between us, it would be easy to see having her to myself as a win, if she was any other woman. Because if she were any other woman, I’d go where that leads me.

Translation: she’d be facing the door, her skirt to her waist in about thirty seconds.

Then I’d be inside her, fucking her until I can fuck no more, and where Bella is concerned, that’s a lot of fucking. But as good as that would feel to both of us, all I’d do with that action is validate the conclusion that I’ve turned her into a high-priced whore. If I was smart, I’d go with that. I’d convince her to be that and keep things simple and filled with fuck days and fuck nights.

But for reasons I don’t begin to have figured out, it’s not that simple.

Not with Bella.

I step into the doorway to my office, and instead of finding Bella on this side of my desk where I expect to find her, she’s placed the small, round conference table between us. And I don’t have to work too hard to figure out a way to resolve this. The table is between us because the contract is between us.

And it pisses me off.

I enter my office, shut the door, and walk toward her. Her eyes go wide, like she sees or senses the hunger and demand consuming me as I want to consume her. I stop on this side of the table when I really want to live out my fantasy of a few minutes ago, which ends with me inside her. Inside her would be really fucking good right now. Instead, I lean forward and press my hands on the table. “You act as if any of this is in my control. It isn’t.”

“Your entire life is about control, Tyler. I told you I would have helped you, but I won’t be bought.”

“In which case you end up fucked in the wrong ways. I’m trying to protect you.”

“You’re trying to protect yourself, Tyler. That’s why you wanted me to sign that contract. It’s a prenup for a year-long fuck session, and I want no part of it. And if this is what we’re here to talk about, I need coffee and to attend to my clients.” She takes a step and another, tracking a path to the door.

I push off the table and rotate to face her. “We are not done here. Don’t even think about leaving my office. And that’s not a question.”

She hesitates and turns to face me, halfway between the table and the door, but it’s no longer between us.

“You’re very uncomfortably my boss,” she states. “And that’s the only reason I’m still standing here.”

“I am your boss, Bella,” I say simply. “Spend some time thinking about that, because I did before I gave you that contract. If the implications for you didn’t matter to me, they wouldn’t exist. As for why we’re meeting, the studio wants to amend your brother’s contract.”

She blanches. “What? We inked the deal. Please tell me you didn’t agree to this. And what do they want?”

“For Dash to do a true crime TV show.”

She laughs and the tension between us eases. “Dash?” she asked incredulously. “He likes to stay behind his computer.”


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