Tyler looked at her, shook his head, and returned to his car.
“Way to go, Alexia,” she said aloud. “Open mouth, insert foot.” Any chance she may have had of getting a warning just flew out the window. She licked her lips nervously as her stomach twisted. Perhaps they could have a second chance at their relationship.
“Alexia.” Tyler’s stern voice jarred her from her fantasy. “This is for you.”
“Wh-what?” She couldn’t believe her eyes and thanked her lucky stars. Tyler had given her a hundred-dollar speeding ticket. Funds were tight, even though she danced several times a week and worked part time as an office manager during the day. It helped pay the bills until she could land a full-time position with a prominent law firm as a legal secretary. At least he didn’t hand her a DUI.
“A ticket for breaking the law.” His eyes searched her soul. “You have thirty days to dispute this at the courthouse. If you feel you’re being ticketed unnecessarily, then feel free to come to the hearing.” He crossed his arms and looked down at her. “Surely you didn’t think that since we have a history together, I’d let you off the hook.”
She felt her face flush. “Ah-no. Of course not. But… I was hoping-”
His eyes narrowed. “Hoping for what?”
“Maybe we could… Never mind. Thanks for cutting me a break.”
“Yeah. You mean like the break I got when you left me standing at the altar?”
“We’re back at that again.”
“You owe me!” His voice was rough and demanding. “You owe me in so many ways.”
“But, I Tyler leaned down so they were eye to eye. “You need to learn a lesson for hurting the ones you love,” he breathed huskily. “Someone needs to discipline you, Alexia. Or… do you get disciplined by those guys in the bar?”
Her eyes grew wide. “Now, wait a minute.” She wagged a finger at him. “I just dance, nothing else.” She grated out. Now he was starting to piss her off. She never condemned any of the other women for taking men home for monetary reasons, but that just wasn’t her cup of tea.
“So… you don’t fuck anyone else?”
“You’re an ass.” She started her car. “Am I free to go now?” Her nipples tightened as she gazed into those eyes. His breathing was ragged, as was hers. Beneath his lustful gaze lurked a hint of anger and resentment. There was also a promise that he was just the person to teach her… discipline.
“No. You’ll accompany me to my house. We have to talk.”
“But… I have to call my babysitter.”
“Then call her. I’m not taking no for an answer.” His gaze sent a chill over her body as a gush of cream flooded her panties. Her heart beat hard as he leaned in closer.
“You and I-we have unfinished business.
Alexia’s jaw tightened. “What kind of business?”
“You’ll accompany to my home and we’ll talk.” Tyler glanced at his watch and smiled. “I’m off duty in about five minutes.”
“No-I’m not doing that.”
His grin was solemn. “Doing what, sweet Alexia?”
“If you think I’m screwing my way out of this ticket, you’re sadly mistaken! Do you really think I sleep around like that? If you want to talk, that’s one thing. That’s all you’re getting from me!”
“Now, let’s not get hostile. I don’t know what the hell you’ve been up to. You weren’t for settling down, so… Well, it’s up to you.
Chapter Two
Tyler’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as he recalled Alexia’s reasons for deserting him. Even now, the pain of her rejection was as fresh as it had been two years ago.
Alexia DuBois was as captivating as she was beautiful. Laying eyes on her after all this time made his heart melt and rekindled desires he’d long since forgotten.
Two years ago, she’d lacked direction and independence. She couldn’t seem to make a simple decision without her parents interfering. He wondered if they still treated her like a porcelain doll. He was puzzled, though, wanted to know why, with all her family’s money, was she working at the Velvet Foxx as a dancer?
The joint appeared classy but he knew other activities besides dancing occurred. It bugged the hell out of him to think she’d slept with total strangers. He’d never figured Alexia to be a dancer. For him alone, yes. But for hoards of strangers? Hell, no. She was a sultry seductress in her own right; however, she was also the girl-next-door type. The kind of woman a man would cut off his right arm to marry.
Of course she didn’t want him now. He mentally prepared himself for rejection again. Alexia hadn’t wanted him two years ago, and she sure as hell didn’t want him now. He quickly dismissed it and redirected his thoughts to other things.
Tyler smiled. They’d indulged in many of their fantasies back in the day. Domination being one of them. She had a fetish for handcuffs, and he wondered if she still was into all the kinky things.
His cock hardened as he imagined teaching her a valuable lesson and making her see what she’d missed out on. He may never have her heart, but at least he’d have her body, even if it were to be a one-time venture.
Tyler’s mind also drifted to her son. Who the hell was the boy’s father? That small bit of knowledge ate a hole through his soul.
“Undress for me,” he said sharply as he sat back in his black leather recliner and popped open a can of soda. He unzipped his jeans and shimmied out of them. His cock saluted her proudly. Tyler groaned at the sight before him and fisted his dick several times while watching Alexia undress.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Why not?”
“I thought you wanted to talk.” Her eyes twinkled as she slid the long, black dress over her luscious hips. He smiled as he spied the neatly trimmed triangle through the red, mesh material.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Now, remove the top.” Before long, the ivory sweater was tossed in his direction. As she continued dancing, she slowly revealed the familiar large breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed the bra onto the floor. “Come here.” He sat forward, placing his elbows on his legs. She moved in his direction. “Closer,” he demanded. He wasn’t satisfied until her crotch was directly in front of him. “Perfect.”
“Why are you doing this?” she demanded while covering her breasts.
“My God, woman! You parade naked around in front of a roomful of strangers, yet you cover yourself in my presence? Are you trying to insult me?”
“I’m uncomfortable.” She continued covering her breasts.
Tyler rolled his eyes. “Uh uh. Don’t cover them up.” He yanked her hands down along her sides and slid the thin red material from her hips. With a grunt, he inhaled her feminine scent mingled with the jasmine perfume she loved to wear.
He salivated as he reached out to touch her delicate folds, which were already drenched in her nectar. He smiled to himself as he ran his hands down the insides of her legs and to her ankles. She shivered at his touch. Apparently he still had the same effect on her that he had years ago. He trailed his hands up her legs until they met the moist juncture of her thighs.
“Oooh.” Alexia placed her hands on his shoulders and flung her head back. “Tyler,” she murmured while he played with the large, fleshy bud peeking out from her engorged lips.
“Feeling a little more comfortable?” He chuckled as he explored her body.
Alexia cleared her throat. “Somewhat.”
He reached up and squeezed her full breasts, reveling in their softness. He gently pinched her pert nipples, loving how they sprung into action. He dragged her onto his lap and helped himself to the tiny brown morsels. He groaned while twirling his tongue around her nipples, eventually sucking them into his mouth.
Alexia’s body gyrated against his while his tongue circled over both large globes. After fondling her breasts, he explored her round derriere. “So perfect,” he said hoarsely. “So fucking perfect.” He groaned as he dipped his fingers into her wetness. “So creamy.”