So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(19)

Suddenly, it’s real. Tyson wants me to live here with him…and his son.

I dart down the stairs. I take the hall to the right, ending up in a room I haven’t seen.

The expansive room is so large that there are two ceiling fans and it has a fireplace.

“This is the master suite.”

I turn to Ty.

He studies me for a moment. “Tell you what, you can have this one. I’ll take the bedroom nearest to Caden upstairs. That will give you some space.”

My gaze flits around the room. The only escape is to go by Tyson or into the bathroom.

Bathroom it is.

I try to appear casual as I make my way to the double doors leading away from Ty.

My jaw drops.

The bathroom is almost as large as the bedroom. It has two separate vanities on either side of a dressing table. There’s a huge, round tub sunken into the floor. Like a mini-pool, it’s probably deep enough to have the water up to one’s ears. A walk-in shower takes up the opposite wall from the sinks. Thick glass forms the outer barrier with a wide entrance opened near another door that must lead to the toilet.

Tyson’s light touch at my waist startles me. “Luxurious, eh?”

All I can do is nod.

“I’ll pay you a thousand a week as long as you live here and take care of the house things. When I get custody of Caden, you’ll help with him. That is, until you get another job. All I ask is that you help me find a qualified caregiver before you start your new job and move out on me.”

His fingers close around mine. “Come see the closets.”

The door near the shower leads to a small hallway with two doors on either side. Tyson opens them.

There aren’t only his and hers clothes closets, but also his and hers potty-rooms.

The closets could be bedrooms, they’re so large. Built-in shelves and drawers break up the plentiful clothing rods. In the middle of it all is a cushioned dais as big around as a dining room table.

“What do you think?”

I cross my arms. “I don’t know, Ty. It’s a lovely house, but this is marriage.”

“I’ll sweeten the pot. Once I get custody and you fulfill your side of things, I’ll give you a bonus of twenty-five grand. That should be more than enough to get you set up in a new place.”

I bite the corner of my lip.

That’s a lot of money. Especially with the weekly amount. Plus, not having to pay rent or utilities or even buy food.

“Come check this out.” He takes my hand and leads me into the gigantic shower.

A bench seat takes up one side. The outer wall is a solid pane of glass with a door leading out into the garden on the other side. All kinds of tropical plants guard the privacy of anyone inside.

Tyson turns on the water.

I jump away from the spray. “What are you doing?”

“I’m convincing you.” He steps behind me.

Reaching around me, he flicks all of my buttons open.

The fluttering in my stomach demands action.

I cover his hand with both of mine. “We can’t.”

He kisses the nape of my neck, like a dragonfly moving from flower to flower. “JoJo, surely you want me. I sure as fuck want you.”

His fingers dive into the front waistband of my jeans. I grunt as he finds the moisture there. He groans as his finger wriggles into the tight space over my clit and down to my slit.

Ty’s breath heats the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Oh, you want me. That cream’s waiting for me to have a nice long taste. I’ve wanted more since the other day.”

He gently sucks my neck, and my pulse skips beneath his tongue. I lean my head against his shoulder and open my legs.

I should stop him.

I will stop him.

In a minute.

But in mere seconds, he has my jeans on the floor and my blouse hanging from the towel hook. His big hands splay my waist.

Panic at how fast he moves and how much that excites me sends a quiver through my body.

I frown. “My underwear’s getting wet, and you’re still dressed.”

He looks down. Water soaks his pants while his shirt is almost transparent over his muscles. “So I am. You’d best do something about that.”

His words send a shiver across my skin and foreboding through my soul, but he quickly divests me of my bra and his hands massage away my concern as they knead my breasts and tweak my nipples.

My fingers obey my body—not my brain—and undo his jeans. His cock jumps to freedom, proud and long.

Holy crap, he’s big. Crazy big.

Tyson sheds his shoes and shoves his jeans down to step out of them, pushing them into the corner of the shower. My gaze feasts on his impressive size and the tease of pleasures to come as I push his shirt up over his washboard abs and hard pecs.

Once he’s relieved of his T-shirt, my hands trail down them, savoring the sensation of hot skin taut over lean muscle.