Although she seemed a little pissed, Rebecca’s evident frustration only added to her beauty. The way she stood so close to him and the way she stared up into his eyes made him want to touch her. He tenderly stroked a hand down her cheek, allowing his thumb to trace the outline of her lips. Her skin was flawless and warm to the touch. Fucking hell, how he wanted this woman. His cock was hard, and, unable to resist temptation any longer, he leaned in and kissed her passionately. Her full red lips were cool and parted willingly under pressure from his own. Yeah, he liked the way she responded. Submissively. He forced his tongue inside her mouth, and she allowed its entry without a fight.
When he finally pulled away, her eyes looked hooded and aroused. “Tyler.” She barely whispered his name. “Why has it taken you so long?”
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I first saw you at the club in Boston.”
Her eyes widened with surprise. “What club in Boston?”
“You know damned well, honey. It’s time for the pretense to end. We’re on the same wavelength. We like the same things.”
She tried to push past him. “I don’t know what you mean.”
He forced her back against the wall. “Don’t play little miss innocent with me.” Tyler took hold of her hands and smoothed his thumbs over her palms. “You see, I know the real Rebecca Miles.” He stared into sultry brown eyes, assessing her reaction, then lifted her hand to his mouth and sucked each individual finger in turn. She seemed disorientated, almost shell-shocked, and he figured her defenses were finally starting to crumble. He raised her hands high above her head and pinned them against the wall. Her back instinctively arched, and her pelvis crushed against his, making his hard-on engorge with even more blood.
Rebecca struggled to free herself, but he figured she did it halfheartedly. “Tyler, let me go, please.”
“Listen to me. This cold, sexless image you portray at work is just a façade.”
She struggled again, trying to twist from his grasp, but this time her resolve seemed even weaker. “Please, Tyler,” she begged. Her big brown eyes pleaded with him, appealing to his dominant nature.
Tyler knew he was right, and no amount of denial from her would change that fact. He stared into her eyes, daring her to turn from him. “Away from work you’re a natural submissive. A woman like you needs a Master to care for her.”
When Rebecca heard the word “submissive,” she stopped struggling completely. “What do you mean? What do you know about me?”
Her breathing was fast and panicky, and when he swept his tongue across her parted lips, a soft, feminine moan came from her, making his cock throb with sexual anticipation.
“Let’s cut the crap, Rebecca, or should I say Dana. I attended the masquerade party at Club Submission, too.”
He watched her bristle with indignation as she attempted to regain her composure. “I don’t know any Club Sub—”
“You said you liked my tattoo,” he interrupted.
She violently shook her head. “No, you’re mistaken. I’ve never even heard of the place.”
Tyler released her arms. He lifted his T-shirt then turned away from her, revealing the dragon tattoo on his back. He glanced over his shoulder. “Remember this?”
Her eyes widened as realization hit her like a speeding freight train. “Jesus Christ, you’re the guy at the bar, the one who watched me dance on the stage.”
He turned to face her again, covering the large tattoo with his T-shirt. “Got it in one. Like I say, we’re on the same wavelength, you and me.”
Her demeanor suddenly changed. “You bastard. How long have you known?”
He knew his face wore a triumphant smile. “About halfway through lunch at the Corinthian. It took me a while to figure it out, but then it all clicked into place.”
There was real anger in her voice. “You really are a contemptible prick, Tyler Stone. Why the hell didn’t you tell me? You could have saved me all this embarrassment.”
“Would you have come to work for me?”
“No. Of course not.”
“Then you have your answer. Cerberus Technology needed your expertise. I needed you then, and I need you now, only this time in a different way.”
To show he meant business, he pinned her body against the wall again. “Like I said at the time, honey, knowledge is power.”
Forcing his knee between her legs, he spread them wide apart, savoring the uncertainty that showed in her expressive eyes. Taking in her expensive perfume, Tyler leaned in and whispered close to her ear, “Now that we understand one another, it’s time to take things to the next level. You want me, as much as I want you. I make your pussy wet, and you make my cock hard.”