The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo(14)
To prove his dominance over her, he forced his tongue inside her mouth again. When she didn’t recoil or try and stop him, Tyler figured she was falling under his control. “What could be more natural than a man and woman who share an attraction enjoying one another?”
Her breathing was fast and she weakly tried to fight back. “This has to stop. We can’t—”
“Shhh.” He pressed a finger to her full red lips, stilling her words in midsentence. “I’ll make our excuses to Rob and Sam, and then I’m taking you back to my place.”
Chapter Seven
Samantha seemed genuinely concerned. “Aw, Rebecca, I’m sorry to hear you’re feeling unwell. I sure hope it wasn’t anything to do with Rob’s barbecuing skills.”
Rebecca couldn’t help but laugh. She shook her head. “Don’t worry, Sam. I didn’t get the opportunity to try any of Rob’s cooking. It’s just this damned migraine won’t quit. I’ve suffered with them for years.” This was actually true, but on this occasion she was lying.
Samantha winced. “Oh, I empathize with you. I get them myself.” She stroked Tyler’s arm. “Anyway, you’ll be just fine, now the great leader has offered to take you home.” She kissed her cheek. “Drive safe now. It’s been lovely meeting you. We must get together again, for a girls’ night out.”
“I’d like that. Pencil it in your diary, Sam.”
She felt as though she were dreaming. So Tyler Stone knew she’d visited Club Submission from the very beginning. When he’d interviewed her for the job at the Corinthian in Boston, she’d certainly been attracted to the tall, handsome stranger, and although he’d appeared vaguely familiar, she had no idea he was the guy with the tattoo that she’d happily flirted with the night before.
From the passenger seat of his Dodge Viper, she watched him shake Rob’s hand and kiss Samantha on the cheek before heading to the car. Dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt, he looked awesomely sexy and left her in no doubt of what he expected from her tonight.
Fuck, he was right, her pussy was soaking wet, and it ached with a sexual desire she hadn’t felt in a long time. Tyler knew exactly which buttons to push to turn her on. Okay, so she still felt a little pissed that he’d kept everything to himself, but she was keen to explore their mutual sexual attraction, too.
Tyler pulled open the driver’s door and slid beside her. He smelled good—a mixture of sophisticated cologne and alpha male scent. Initially shocked that he knew so much about her, she denied all knowledge of Club Submission. In the past, she’d always managed to keep work and play totally separate in her life, and this sudden disclosure seemed to undermine all that. But truth be known, she’d loved it when he’d taken control of her inside Rob’s house, and she longed for him to take control again, only this time in private. Work was work, and she would remain the strong, independent-minded woman when at Cerberus Technology, but today was Saturday, and that meant she could play the submissive woman, a role she loved just as much. He leaned across and murmured seductively in her ear, “My place is just a ten-minute drive.”
His amber eyes twinkled mischievously as he feathered the back of his hand across her cheek, allowing his thumb to graze the side of her mouth. “You may be a powerful woman in charge of your own team, Rebecca, but I’m still your boss, both in and out of the office.”
His supreme confidence bordered on arrogance but luckily fell on just the right side. “You’re right, Tyler. I’m not at work now.” She was already falling under the spell being woven by Tyler Stone, and her aroused nipples rubbed painfully against the inside of her bra.
He looked at her for a long time then gunned the car into life and reversed it from the driveway. “Ready?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Sugar Land consisted of a myriad of interwoven avenues and streets, and as dusk began to fall, the red Dodge Viper crisscrossed the various intersections, until they entered a more affluent part of town. Large trees and wide-open spaces separated each luxury home. They continued into empty open countryside for a mile or two, until he slowed the car and turned down a track almost hidden from view. The totally secluded drive was protected from prying eyes by an avenue of cedar elm that seemed to reach toward the horizon, and she let out a barely audible gasp of amazement as the impressive modern home finally came into view. Tyler Stone had clearly done well for himself, and she liked what she saw.
“It’s stunning.”
“I designed it myself. I drew up all the plans and then employed the best craftsmen available.”