His Dirty Secret:Slave To The Billionaire(10)

By: Evelyn Troy

Tyler didn’t say a word as he sat there looking at her, and Isobel was almost ready to scream. After what seemed like an hour, but which was probably only a couple of minutes, Tyler finally stood up and walked around to the front of the desk so that he was stood just in front of her. His voice was husky when he spoke, which Isobel definitely preferred to the commanding tone he’d used a few minutes previously.

“You do realize that I can’t let your deception go unpunished, Isobel?” She gulped again and nodded, afraid that if she tried to talk that nothing would come out. “Remove the rest of your clothing, please.”

Her eyes shot to his. Was he seriously telling her to strip naked? She really wasn’t sure if she could do this, but what alternative did she have? The last thing she wanted to do was to go back to working her dead-end bar job, and she really liked Tyler, so what was the harm?

“It wasn’t a request, Isobel.” His voice had gotten stern again; leaving her in no doubt that he really did mean what he’d said.

Her hands were still shaking as she once again reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting the straps fall down and off and leaving her breasts bare to his eyes. She took comfort in his sharp intake of breath, knowing that he liked what he saw in front of him. Her panties were next; the wispy lace thong quickly joining the pool of clothes on the floor. And then she stood in all of her naked glory in front of him, waiting for him to make the next move or to tell her what she should do.

She didn’t have to wait too long. Tyler took another deep breath and then slowly walked towards her, stopping just inches from her as she stood there trembling. “Such a beautiful, brave girl.” His praise sent shivers of awareness coursing through her and she felt her nipples harden to peaks as his gaze swept over her again.

“It doesn’t seem fair somehow,” she whispered.

“What doesn’t?” Tyler sounded as confused as he looked as he dragged his gaze from her chest back to her face.

Isobel was feeling braver now. It was obvious by the bulge in Tyler’s pants that he liked what he saw and found her desirable. “It doesn’t seem fair that I’m naked, but you’re not.”

Laughing softly, Tyler’s hands moved to his tie to undo it, pulling it through his collar and then letting it drop on the floor. He held her gaze as he undid the buttons on his shirt and peeled it off his broad shoulders. His pants followed, and then he was standing there in just his boxers, his erection clearly defined and making Isobel’s mouth water.

His hands went to the waistband of his boxers, and he slowly slid them down over his hips, his impressive sex bouncing free eagerly. Isobel licked her suddenly dry lips. He was absolutely magnificent.

Tyler watched the expressions flit across her face, and smiled to himself. She couldn’t have been more transparent if she’d tried. He knew that she wanted him, and that was okay because he wanted her just as much. Isobel probably would have been terrified to know what was going through his mind as he decided that this first time he was going to let her initiate the next step, because every time after this would be controlled by him.

Isobel slowly slid her arms around his neck and pulled him in close. The soft skin of her breasts was a beautiful contrast to the hardness of her puckered nipples as they pressed against his chest. She smiled softly as she tilted her head upwards, wordlessly inviting him to kiss her. As Tyler lowered his head and claimed her lips in a deep kiss, she melted against him, her hands tangling in his hair as her breath escaped her on a whispering sigh of pleasure.

Tyler’s hands wrapped around her, his manly fingers digging into her skin with just enough pressure to tantalize without hurting her. His palms roamed down over her skin until they reached the firm globes of her ass, where they proceeded to knead the sensitive flesh while his tongue continued to plunder her mouth; his tongue dancing with hers as their teeth nipped at lips and they gasped into each other’s mouths.

Isobel’s hands began a tentative journey of their own; traversing the muscled plains of his chest and pinching at his taut nipples with just enough force to make him moan into her mouth as his hips pushed towards her almost of their own will. She gave an answering moan as she felt his hardness up against her for the first time, and her nimble fingers continued their journey of discovery down his torso until they folded around the hard length of him.

With another groan, Tyler reluctantly moved his body away from her touch, determined that this was going to be more than just a quick fumble. He wanted to do so many things to and with her; things that would be ingrained in her memory so that she would never forget what their first time was like and why it happened in the first place. Deception was not something he would tolerate at any measure; not in his work life or his private one.