Bad Boys After Dark: Dylan (Bad Billionaires After Dark Book 2)
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“Go gently,” she said with a giggle. “I’m a little sore from the trapeze.”
“I’m sorry, babe. I’ll give you a full rubdown tonight. Naked.”
Heat flashed in her eyes as their mouths crashed together. It was hell being careful not to press his body too roughly against hers. Her breasts grazed his chest, her hips rocked against him, and a needful noise escaped from deep within her.
“What was that, Summers?” he teased.
“Forget gentle. Just keep kissing.” She guided him to her neck. “You can say and do anything you want as long as you keep doing that.” She arched against him. “That feels so good.”
He wanted so much more than they had time for. He claimed her mouth in another greedy kiss, and she grabbed his head, holding him there as they made out like ravenous teenagers.
When the elevator stopped at their floor, he reluctantly tore his mouth from hers. “Christ, Summers. I want to be inside you.”
The elevator doors opened before she could respond with more than a mewing sound that nearly had him pressing the close door button.
“Better get that I-want-to-fuck-you look off your face before we meet Phoebe,” he said quietly, and pressed his lips to hers again. He laced their fingers together and winked.
“You first.” She squared her shoulders, and in the blink of an eye all that heat washed away, replaced with an enviable look of pure professionalism.
As they stepped into the hall, he asked, “How’d you do that?” Christ, he was hard as steel, and he was sure his expression was as blatant as his erection.
“I mastered that ability the day after we met. Had to. It was either that or sit in meetings all day hot and bothered.”
Damn, did he love knowing that. He kissed her again, and she touched his cheek, her eyes full of mischief, as she palmed his cock through his pants and whispered, “You need more practice.”
“You’re going to be my undoing.”
The office door opened and Phoebe stuck her head out. “Hey there. I thought I heard voices.” She held the door open as they joined her in the office. She wore a sharp black business suit and held a folder against her chest. Her mass of black hair was as wild as ever, flowing halfway down her back in big, thick curls. At about five foot two, she was the smallest of the four Nice sisters. Like Gigi and their other sisters, she’d inherited her father’s sharp blue eyes and keen business sense.
“I’m so glad you could make it.” She hugged Dylan and extended a hand to Tiffany. “Tiffany, it’s a pleasure to meet you in person. I hear you met my sister Gigi.”
“Yes, she was wonderful.” She rolled her shoulders back. “I’m a little sore today, but I had a lot of fun on the trapeze.”
“Unfortunately, you’ll be even more sore tomorrow.” Phoebe handed her the folder. “I’ve compiled all of the pertinent data on each of the spaces we’ll see today. It was tough finding available offices that were small enough and met all of your criteria, but I think you’ll be pleased with what I’ve selected.”
Dylan enjoyed watching Tiffany slip into work mode as she and Phoebe walked the space discussing lighting and square footage, building amenities and security. The space was outfitted with two offices, a kitchen, and a reception area. It was a nice space with a lovely view of the city. Tiffany stood in each of the offices with her arms crossed, concentration knitting her brows. He could practically see the gears in her head churning.
“I’ll wait in the front area so you can discuss it in private,” Phoebe said, before leaving them alone.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“I’m thinking of layout and trying to get a handle on how it feels. I like the location, and the view is lovely, but something feels off.”
“In what way?” Dylan had never worked in an office, and just the idea of being trapped in one for hours on end made any confined space feel off to him. But as far as offices went, this one seemed pleasant enough.
She shook her head. “I don’t know. My office represents me and everything my firm stands for. Professionalism, personal service, dedication. So it’s not just about what street it’s located on or if the lighting is right. It’s like when you see someone for the first time and instantly know if you like them or not. It has to be right for that moment of impact. You don’t just see a person or an office or a new car. You see them, of course, but you get a vibe from how it’s presented, what’s around it, what it’s made of. You know how sometimes you meet someone and you get a bad vibe? That’s what this space feels like. Like it’s not the right fit.”
In her explanation he not only felt her passion for getting this right, but it also explained her need to have her voice in every conversation with clients and her eyes on every piece of paper that passed through her office. Her need for control was becoming even clearer. It might have been intensified by having been abandoned by her mother or hurt by an ex, but this passion, this emphasis on making sure she did the best she could in every way, ran soul deep. He couldn’t help but be impressed.
“I’m glad you didn’t feel something was off with us.” He smiled, and she turned to face him, gently grabbing his shirt just above his waist as she’d been doing so often recently.
“Want to know what I felt when I first saw you?” Mischief glimmered in her eyes.
“Do I ever.”
“I thought you were hot and arrogant, and I thought you were a player, which was okay, because I wasn’t looking for anything more.” She stepped closer.
“I’m not a saint,” he admitted. “But I don’t think I qualified as a full-blown player.”
She searched his face as if it held some secret message. “Past tense?”
“I’m into you, Summers. You are my present.” And, he hoped, his future. Though he knew better than to reveal that to her. Baby steps.
She held his gaze for a long moment and pressed her hands flat against his stomach. The heat in her eyes fought the shrewd professional trying to rise to the forefront. “We should go.”
He took her hand as they went to find Phoebe, and wondered how long it would take for his beautiful little bird to stop perching on that wire and settle in next to him, where he knew she belonged.
“I’M SORRY I’M being so picky,” Tiffany said as Phoebe’s driver drove away from the third building. Phoebe was wonderful, although very different from Gigi. Gigi seemed like more of a free spirit while Phoebe had a calm, professional demeanor that reminded Tiffany of herself. She didn’t rush or make Tiffany feel as though she was being overly picky. But Tiffany was acutely aware of the fact that Phoebe was the owner of these buildings, not a real estate agent looking to make a dime, and she didn’t want her to feel as though Tiffany was wasting her time.
“Don’t be silly,” Phoebe reassured her. “Finding the right office space is a lot like dating. Most clients look forever before finding the right space because they have no idea what they really want. It’s a pleasure to work with someone who actually knows exactly what she wants.”
Tiffany stole a glance at Dylan, sitting beside her in the back of the car, and wondered what he was thinking. Did he know he was everything she’d never allowed herself to want, and how much that unsettled her? Could he possibly know how he made her feel whole in ways she never had? She was glad he’d come with her. So much had changed last night, including her love of her phone. She’d kept it off while they were on the roof, and she’d loved their time without that distraction. She craved more of it, the same way she craved more of him.
Dylan held her hand as they entered the next building on the Upper East Side. The high-ceilinged, marble lobby was impressive without being overdone. It looked elegant and orderly, and the colorful inlay in the beautifully crafted floors gave it a streak of creativity, which spoke to her on some primal level.
Dylan squeezed her hand. “Talk about a moment of impact.”
“It’s gorgeous.” Tiffany took a few pictures with her phone. “I want to send these to Miranda.”
A wave of guilt passed through her even though he’d added that she was worth it, and she made a mental note to be more aware of her phone time when they were together. That guilt was pushed aside as they made their way to the fourth floor and entered what felt like the perfect office space. She took a few more pictures and sent them off to Miranda with a note that said, Our new space! No need to reply. Enjoy your vacation. I just wanted you to see it. She showed the note to Dylan, whose smile lit up his handsome face.
“That’s my girl. I’m sure she will appreciate that.”
“As much as you will appreciate this?” She powered off her phone and slid it into his pocket, accepting his shocked expression in answer as Phoebe waved them into one of the offices.
“Hardwood floors, twelve and a half foot ceilings, two private bathrooms, air-conditioning, and a view to die for.” Phoebe waved at the window. “This space is bigger than you requested, with three offices instead of two, but at eighty-nine hundred per month, it’s not out of your price range.”
Tiffany didn’t need to look out the window to know this was the right space. She felt it in her bones, and from the smile on Dylan’s face, she wasn’t alone in her adoration.
“Phoebe, this is gorgeous, and the location is perfect. I’ll take it.”
“Like I said, when it’s right you know it. But you should take a few minutes and check out the space. Make sure each office feels right, think about your furniture layout and how you might make use of that extra office.” Phoebe patted Dylan’s arm on her way to the waiting room. “I need to make a phone call. I’m going to step into the hallway. Take your time.”
After she left, Tiffany’s mind immediately went to the gutter. With Dylan, she could think of plenty of things she could use that office for. She pictured her hands splayed against the window, Dylan nibbling on her neck as he thrust into her from behind. Dylan sitting in a leather office chair and Tiffany straddling his lap. Christening every—
“You are going to get yourself in big trouble if you keep looking at me like that.” He tugged her against him and went for her neck, kissing his way down the front of her shirt as his hands pushed beneath the silky fabric and over her breasts, bringing her nipples to painful points.
“Dylan,” she said in one long breath. “How did you know what I was thinking?” She grabbed his ass as he backed her up against the wall and took her in an insatiable kiss.
“Because I see you, Summers.” He held her chin and slid his tongue over the seam of her lips. “I see all of you.”
“We can’t do this here.” They were in the back office, and they’d hear Phoebe if she came back into the suite, but even as she said it, she rubbed against his erection like a cat in heat.
“Do what?” He pushed her shirt up, tugged her bra down, and sucked her nipple into his mouth—hard.
“Ohmygod. Dylan. I’ve been on edge since last night.” It wasn’t a lie, but she’d taken things into her own hands last night and had come twice before finally falling asleep.
“Tonight you stay with me. In my bed. In my arms.” He flicked his tongue over her nipple and her knee crawled up the side of his leg. His hand was beneath her skirt in seconds, pushing her panties aside and delving inside her. “You need to come, babe. Now, before she wonders what’s taking us so long.”
“I can’t,” she said quickly, but he sucked and licked her sensitive nipple and pushed his fingers in deeper, stroking his thumb over her clit. Her breath hitched, and her head fell back with the torturous pleasure consuming her.
“You can. Tell me what you need, babe. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“You. I need you.” The words flew urgently from her lungs.
With a rough sound, he dragged her into the bathroom and locked the door. In one quick motion he lifted her onto the sink, tore off her panties, and then his pants were down, and he drove into her. She slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. Her eyes slammed shut as heat radiated through her veins, her chest, her limbs, until she felt like she’d ignite. He sank his teeth into her neck, and the pain and pleasure exploded in an all-consuming orgasm. She clawed at his back, grinding her teeth together to keep her cries from escaping. When she came down from the peak, she clung to him.
“Dylan,” she whispered. “I guess I could come after all.”
“Of course you—oh shit. Condom,” he said frantically. “Christ. I’m sorry, babe.” He scrambled for his wallet and was sheathed and inside her again in record time. He grabbed her ass as she grabbed his and they both thrust forward.
“Kiss me, Dylan,” she pleaded. “Hard.”
And he did, with white-hot passion that had her clawing at his skin, devouring his mouth, and as he rode over that magical spot that turned her world upside down, she shattered in his arms. He was right there with her, grunting out her name with each pulse of his release.
When his body stopped rocking and she pried her nails from his skin, he framed her face in his hands and gazed deeply into her eyes. “Summers. Oh, my sweet summer girl. You own me.”
When he kissed her again, it was slow and loving. The kind of kiss she knew she’d relive for hours.
They made fast work of cleaning up, kissing and laughing as they tried to put themselves back together. Tiffany stared in the mirror afterward, with Dylan smiling over her shoulder.
“She’ll know,” she said, running her fingers through her hair. “We look guilty.”
“We look happy,” he countered, and kissed her cheek.
“Happy, and thoroughly fucked.”
He turned her in his arms and kissed her again softly. Lovingly. “She’ll think we just kissed…a lot.”
She gave him a deadpan stare. “My body is vibrating. She’ll know the minute she sees us.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll try to behave from now on.” He kissed her again. “But you wreck me babe. I lose my mind when I’m with you. Last night I had to—”
She slapped her hand over his mouth. “Don’t! Just the thought of you doing that to yourself gets me hot.” She swallowed hard as images of Dylan’s hand around his cock assailed her. “Ohmygod,” she whispered. “Now I can’t stop thinking about it. We’re so caught.”
They finally made their way out of the bathroom, freshly washed up and put back together. The press of Dylan’s hand against her lower back sent shivers of heat like bullets to her core. She was such a slut. She’d never been a slut, not even in high school or college, when other girls were fucking anyone with legs.
But what they’d just done was hot, and she was still on fire. Maybe I can just be Dylan’s slut. Oh God, she was losing her mind. She didn’t want to be a slut at all. But what did she want to be?
As these thoughts peppered her, Dylan wrapped an arm around her from behind and whispered, “My bed. Tonight. I’m going to love every inch of your body until you can think of nothing other than how good we are together and how much you love who you are when we’re together. And then I’m going to do it again, until your urge to ask ‘why me’ is gone. Sometimes the answers aren’t black-and-white. They’re blurry and colorful. I want to blur your lines, Summers, color outside them, and make your world a kaleidoscope of colors.”
She wanted that more than she’d ever dreamed possible. The answer to those peppering thoughts slammed into her, and she rocked back on her heels with the force of it. She wanted to be his. His girlfriend, his slut, his lover, his friend. His everything.
She wanted this. She wanted him, and she wasn’t going to let her mother or her asshole ex or anyone else stand in her way.
Chapter Eighteen
TIFFANY AND DYLAN grabbed a quick lunch with Phoebe and went to her office to compl
ete the paperwork for the lease on Tiffany’s new office space. She was positively glowing. Afterward, Tiffany checked her messages while they walked through the city, then silenced her phone and put it away, shocking Dylan.
“You know that vibe you were talking about earlier?” Dylan asked as they came upon a street vendor selling a plethora of hippie bags and purses. He smiled as Tiffany picked through them. He couldn’t imagine her ever using one.
“Yes, why?” Her smile faded. “Was there something I missed? Did you pick up on a negative vibe in the office space?”
He laughed. “No. I was going to say that you’re giving off a super-sexy, relaxed vibe.”
“I guess I killed that, didn’t I?” She leaned in to him, and her sweet scent surrounded him.
He put his arm around her, keeping her close. “Not at all. But it was pretty adorable the way you went from being relaxed to five-alarm-alert status in the blink of an eye.”
“Years of training, I guess,” she said as they continued strolling along the sidewalk. “The office really is perfect, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Perfect, like you.” He kissed her again, and was glad that she didn’t refute his statement. “I’m even happier that you’re giving us some time without your phone buzzing every minute. I know that’s not easy for you, and I want you to know how much I appreciate it.”
“Baby steps, right?”
“That is a big one, though. I don’t want to change you, babe, but I’m glad you’re putting some value on your downtime.”
“I’m putting value on us.”
“I know, and I appreciate that. But even if we weren’t together, I’d be happy that you were finding more of a balance and realizing that you deserve some time off, too.”
She squinted up at him. “Your big heart is showing again.”
“Yeah, well, just be glad that’s all I’m bringing out.” He tugged her against him and kissed her again, making her laugh. He wanted to bottle this feeling, her laugh, the entire day.
“I have a confession to make. You know how you said you weren’t possessive until me?” When he nodded, she said, “I didn’t want time off until you.”