Boundless Desires (His Dirty Secret Book 4) (2 page)

“I think we should go with the rainbow trout and salad.” She looked up at him as he spoke, a delicate frown marring her brow.

“Actually, Marcus, I’d prefer the New York Strip steak and baked potato, please.” It was his turn to frown as she went against his suggestion and chose for herself. In the months that they’d dated, he’d made all of the decisions and she never once dared to disagree. “I’d like a glass of water as well, please.” This time she spoke to the waitress who was standing by ready to take their order.

Marcus positively spluttered. “Water?” His tone was one of incredulity. “We have the best champagne on ice for us, Isobel. You can’t seriously want water?”

“I don’t drink alcohol in the day, Marcus, and I have things that I need to do this afternoon which require me having a clear head.” Isobel knew she sounded a little uptight, but it was the truth. She didn’t want anything clouding her judgment today, and besides, the champagne that Tyler always got for them was of a far nicer quality than the one that was on the table in front of her.

Marcus pouted boyishly, something that she thought incredibly cute when Tyler did it, but which annoyed the crap out of her when Marcus did it. He just looked like a petulant child who was sulking because he couldn’t get his own way.

“What on earth do you need to do this afternoon?” he asked. “I thought that we could spend the rest of the day together and get to learn more about what we’ve been doing the past few years.”

“I’m sorry, Marcus, but that just isn’t possible I’m afraid.” Isobel was adamant, and her determination that nothing would sway her was apparent in her voice.

Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, Marcus could do nothing but go along with her decision. “Oh well, I suppose we could always meet up later on in the week, or maybe tomorrow?” He sounded hopeful, but Isobel wasn’t going to commit to anything right now. She wasn’t convinced that she wanted to see him again at all.

Their meal arrived and they started to eat, making small talk in between mouthfuls about nothing in particular. Marcus gestured to the waitress to come over, informing her that he’d like her to pour him another glass of champagne. No ‘please’ or ‘thank you’ was evident, and he was brusque and offhand with the girl, much to Isobel’s disgust.

“You could have poured your own drink.” She indicated to the ice bucket. “It’s right here on the table, Marcus.”

He shrugged his shoulders again; a gesture that Isobel was finding increasingly annoying. “I could have, but why should I? It’s what she gets paid for.” He smiled what Isobel was sure he thought was a becoming smile, but which just showed as being smug and self-centered. “Besides, you don’t get where I am today without a few minions to do your bidding.”

“Minions? Really, Marcus?” Isobel was beyond disgusted now. Just who did he think he was?

“Of course. Oh come on, Isobel, you’ve been running around with the rich and semi-famous for a while now. You know how it works.” He smirked again and Isobel felt her hackles rise.

She was pissed off, but she tried her best not to show it, deciding instead to just ignore his ignorant sense of self-importance. Marcus didn’t give her a chance to respond anyway, carrying on talking as though his opinion was the only one that mattered.

“It’s quite funny really. Now that I’m rich and famous I can get anyone to do anything because they don’t want to piss me off.” Isobel couldn’t believe how proud he sounded. Had he forgotten his roots and the fact that he came from a family that was as ‘average’ as the majority of the population? In fact, Isobel remembered that he even had to work at a gas station at weekends to help his parents out, so he should definitely not have so many feelings of superiority and act as though he was better than everyone else, because he sure as hell wasn’t.

Isobel placed her knife and fork down on her plate; her half-eaten food tasting more like cardboard than the delicious cuisine it should have tasted like. “Excuse me please, Marcus. I need to use the ladies room.” She stood up from the table without waiting for him to say anything else, and walked away.

Isobel entered the restroom, relieved to note that there was nobody else in there. She walked across to the vanity area and looked in the mirror above the sink. Her eyes were flashing fire and her cheeks were so pink that she needn’t have bothered putting on any makeup. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so mad at anyone, other than Tyler when she’d found out that he was married, of course. But this was different. This time she was mad on someone else’s behalf.

How dare he treat the waitress as though she was beneath him? The poor girl didn’t deserve that, and she probably worked damn hard just to make ends meet. It wasn’t that long ago that Isobel had been pulling pints for people just like Marcus, and she remembered how much she hated it and how horribly some of them had treated her. Of course, it was while she’d been working as a bartender that she’d actually met Tyler, so it had definitely had its perks.

Isobel splashed her face with cold water and patted her skin dry. Then she took a deep breath and exited the restroom, walking back to the table with almost a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. As she neared the table she noticed that Marcus had swapped seats and was now sitting in the one next to hers rather than the one opposite. She frowned in confusion. What was he playing at now?

He smiled at her as she reached the table. “I hope you don’t mind, but I changed seats.”
No shit, Sherlock.
“I wanted to be a little closer to you. Your perfume has been tantalizing me since I got here, and if I don’t want to be driven completely crazy then I need to be closer to you.”

Isobel didn’t answer him. She just sat back down in her seat and took a sip of her water. To her dismay, he carried on talking as though she’d never left the table.

“So, beautiful woman, I know you’re busy this afternoon, but when can we meet up?” He rested his chin on his steepled hands while he spoke, and then sat up straight and took another gulp of his champagne. Isobel noticed that over half of the bottle was gone and she gave a mental shudder. If he could down that much alcohol at lunchtime, what was he like in a party atmosphere? She detested anyone who abused alcohol, regardless of whether they were male or female.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by something touching her leg and looked down in amazement to see Marcus’s hand caressing her knee.

“What are you doing, Marcus?” Her voice was cold and the tone alone should have been enough to warn him to stop.

Unfortunately, all of his brains seemed to have been scrambled, probably through being tackled one too many times playing football. Instead of removing his hand Marcus slid it even higher on her leg, his fingers kneading her thigh and sending shivers of disgust through her.

“Come on, Isobel. There’s no point in being shy now. We both know why you came here today, and it had nothing to do with eating lunch.” His hand continued to rub back and forth on her leg, slipping higher on her upper thigh and making Isobel move away in revulsion. But Marcus hadn’t finished talking. “I’m sure you remember how good it was between us back in the day, Izzy.”
Really? What she could remember was the ridicule when he had made fun of her in front of all his cronies.
“Hell girl, we used to have crazy good sex, didn’t we?”

“Let’s get one thing straight, Marcus.” Isobel was furious, and her anger was directed towards herself just as much as him. Why the hell had she even wanted to meet up with him today? Maybe it had been her damn brain that had been scrambled. “I did not come here today in the stupid hope of rekindling things between us. And as far as I recall, the sex between us was mediocre at best and brain-numbingly boring at worst, so why on earth would I want a repeat performance of it?”

Marcus wasn’t fazed in the slightest at her outburst. Instead, he just smiled in a patronizing way and continued to talk, bringing his hand up to trail his fingers down Isobel’s arm. “You’re just being coy baby. The sex was amazing, and you know it. You’ll probably never find another lover who knows what you want more than I do.”

Isobel laughed out loud and pulled her arm away from the hand that was making her feel physically nauseous. “Marcus, you have no earthly idea what I want, or how to give it to me. In fact, your knowledge of sex probably doesn’t go any further than how long you can masturbate before ejaculating while watching a porno movie and fantasizing about how you wish you could be ‘that man’.”

Isobel got to her feet, ignoring the look of confused outrage on Marcus’s face. As he’d been speaking, all Isobel could think about was Tyler and how he was the only man she had ever been with who had instinctively known what it was that she wanted and needed; most of the time before she’d even realized it herself. He’d opened her world up to endless possibilities, and shown her things that she had never even thought about. And as she stood there looking down at the miserable excuse for a man she had had lunch with, she realized that there were just three things that Marcus was interested in; fame, fortune and himself.

Marcus also got to his feet when he finally came to the comprehension that Isobel was being serious and was actually going to leave him there without any chance of a future rendezvous. “Tell me something, Isobel. If you had no intention of anything happening between us, what the fuck was this lunch meeting all about?” His tone had turned ugly, and Isobel was reminded once again about his short temper and his childish disregard for anyone other than himself.

“You really want to know, Marcus?” Her voice was as calm as she felt. The nervousness she had always felt when she had dated him was nowhere in sight, and she squared her shoulders and looked him right in the eyes as she spoke. “Okay then, I’ll tell you. I needed to be reminded of exactly why I no longer had any interest in men like you.” He started to say something else but she cut him short. “And for once in your life you came through, Marcus, so thank you. You reminded me of why I have the perfect man in my life. He shows me respect and doesn’t treat me like an object or a possession.”
Although when he was in the role of ‘Master’ he did that extremely well,
she thought briefly.

Isobel was on a roll and didn’t stop there. “And, with regards to sex, not that it’s any of your business, but the sex with him is better than it could ever be with anyone else, least of all a selfish little boy like you.”

She picked up her purse from the back of her chair. “Thanks for the reality check, Marcus. I hope you and your ego with be extremely happy with each other.” Hitching her bag onto her shoulder, Isobel turned and walked away, leaving Marcus stood there open-mouthed and alone.

She couldn’t help smiling to herself as she flagged down a taxi. Even though meeting Marcus for lunch could be considered reckless, Isobel was so glad that she did it. If nothing else, it proved to her that she didn’t want to be with anyone else other than Tyler. And even if Tyler did make the decision to choose his business and money over her, it had to be his choice and not hers. She would have no regrets about their relationship and would always hold a special place in her heart and mind for him.

Isobel sat back in the cab and watched the scenery go by as the driver drove her back to the hotel. She had no idea what kind of reception she would get from Tyler after she had more or less disappeared on him without a word the previous day. She wouldn’t blame him if he wanted nothing more to do with her, but hopefully he would give her a chance to explain why she’d done what she’d done.

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Chapter Two

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The cab pulled up outside the opulent hotel, and Isobel paid the driver and entered through the huge glass rotating doors into the coolness of the luxury lobby area. Walking towards the elevators she had to fight to stop her legs from shaking. She honestly didn’t know what kind of reception awaited her in Tyler’s suite, but she knew that she had to see him and face whatever music he decided to reign down on her.

She stood outside the room door for a minute or two, trying to calm her nerves and formulate in her mind what she was going to say to him. How could she say ‘
I’m sorry, Tyler, but I went and had lunch with an old flame because I didn’t know if I could be with you?
’ She didn’t know whether to knock on the door or to use the keycard that she still had, but in the end, after a brief debate with herself, she decided to let herself into the room and hope for the best.

Isobel hadn’t known what to expect, but seeing Tyler sat at the table, which was completely covered by papers and documents, her heart gave a lurch that left her breathless, and with a sudden clarity she knew that she loved him. Not the youthful first love of a girl who liked the idea of being in love; but the without-a-doubt knowledge that she loved him and was
in
love with him, and she would do whatever she had to, to make him happy. Even if that meant walking away from him if that’s what he decided.

Looking up from reading whatever it was he was reading, Tyler’s face broke into a smile that made her quiver. “Hey, darlin’. Where have you been? I’ve missed you.” His sexy, husky voice was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard, and Isobel felt herself become inexplicably close to tears as she stood just inside the door looking at him. She held her emotions in check and gave him a wobbly smile.

As Tyler stood up from the table she opened her mouth to blurt everything out, but her words were forestalled as he reached her and wrapped his arms around her, leaning his face down and claiming her lips in a kiss that had her forgetting everything.

When he eventually let her come up for air, Isobel couldn’t bring herself to spoil the good mood he seemed to be in. “ We’ll talk about where I’ve been later on, but right now I’d really like another one of those kisses. I’ve missed you too.”

Tyler smiled down at her and was more than happy to oblige, his full lips kissing her gently at first, but deepening to a much more passionate embrace. Isobel leaned into his kiss; their lips locking as they gently gave and received. She always loved how the electricity between them increased when their tongues danced together.

Isobel felt Tyler’s hands roam over her back and then move down to cup her ass before locking onto her waist and pulling her against him. His stiffening cock fought against the confines of his clothing and pushed against her stomach making her moan into his mouth and push back against him.

Not bothering to move to the bed, Tyler turned her and walked her up to the closed door that only minutes ago she had walked through. The full-length mirror on the back of the door clearly showed their reflections and Isobel moaned again at the erotic sight they made. With him now behind her, their eyes locked in the reflection, neither of them looking away from each other as Tyler started to undo the buttons of her blouse.

He parted the fabric and his hands came up to mould around her heaving breasts, her pink nipples clearly showing through the lace of her new lingerie. Scratching his fingernails over her burgeoning nipples, Tyler watched enthralled as they puckered and hardened to his touch, her breath coming in short gasps as currents of electricity ran from her tits to her pussy.

Trailing kisses over her bare shoulders, Tyler mouthed his way up her neck to her ears, scattering nibbles and soft bites over her soft skin while the fingers of his right hand pinched at the nipple it had been caressing. Isobel’s breath came out almost like a hiss and without thinking she pushed back into him, her ass brushing against his now hard as a rock shaft.

Tyler sucked her earlobe into his mouth, his teeth biting down gently as his tongue lapped at the sensitive spot while his hand stroked its way down over her stomach until it arrived at the juncture of her legs. Isobel moaned again as he started to softly massage her mound through her clothing; her clit swelling and throbbing in reaction.

She pushed back into his crotch again and tried to reach back a hand to cup him, but Tyler moved his own hips backwards widening the gap between them and making her moan again in frustration. “Patience, Darlin’. You can have it soon enough.” He increased the pressure with his hand, pressing down harder onto her pussy, and she moaned again.

“Please don’t tease me, Tyler. I need you too much to wait.” Isobel was pleading, but she didn’t care. She hadn’t thought they’d be this intimate again, and for all she knew they might not once she told him everything, so right now she needed this contact between them. It could be all she had left.

Tyler let out a soft laugh, his breath tickling her neck and sending shivers through her. “You’re such a wanton girl. I love it.”

And I love you
. She thought the words, but didn’t dare say them out loud.

Then all rational thought fled her mind as she felt him reaching for the button at her waistband, undoing it and pushing her pants and panties down her legs impatiently. She pushed back against him again, spreading her legs apart and helping him to reach his goal, giving little moans of approval when he did.

Tyler’s hand went back to her pussy, his middle finger sliding through her slit and getting slick with her juices. Isobel held her breath as he pushed it inside her, the tip of his digit skimming over the top of her G spot before he pulled it almost all the way out. He buried it back in her again and once again pulled back. “No! Please, Tyler. Stop teasing me!”

“I’m not teasing, Isobel. I’m being deadly serious.” As he finished talking he pulled his finger out of her completely and then rolled it over the top of her clit, making her jump in reaction as she squirmed against him. “God baby, you’re so fucking wet already.”

“I know I am. I’m so ready for you, Tyler.” Her voice was breathless and her heart was racing. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so ready.”

Tyler slid his finger back inside her, once again finding her G-spot and pressing against it, massaging it and driving Isobel insane. Her hips moved backwards and forwards almost as though she was fucking his hand, and he knew that her orgasm was close.

Instead of increasing the tempo, Tyler slowed his movements down, ignoring her moan of complaint. “Look, Isobel. I want you to see what I see.”

Isobel’s head came up and once again she saw their reflection in the mirror. She looked at Tyler in the glass and her pussy clenched around his finger in response. He looked so damn good behind her like this and the only thing that would make it better would be if it was his cock inside her, not his fingers.

“I don’t want you to look at me, Isobel. I want you to watch yourself while I make you come.” His voice was husky with arousal and Isobel automatically did as he’d asked, looking at her own face and body while he carried on tormenting her.

Tyler kept alternating between pumping his fingers inside her and rubbing against her clit with one hand while his other pinched her nipples between his thumb and finger, making them ache and long for more.

“Fuck!” Isobel’s hand came down to grab Tyler’s and she forced it up against her pussy as the tension built up inside her. There was nothing she or Tyler could do as the dam burst, her climax hit her hard, leaving her panting and backing against him as she ground his hand into her.

Tyler wrapped his other arm around her and slowed the movements of his hand as she slowly came back down to earth. His cock was throbbing and straining against his clothes in a futile effort to break free. But he ignored the ache, making sure that his woman was tended to first.

As her breathing calmed down she relaxed back against him while he tenderly kissed her shoulders and neck. Tyler moved back a few inches so that he could take off Isobel’s shirt and bra, finally letting her magnificent tits free and caressing their naked smoothness gently.

Tyler turned her around so that she was facing him in all her naked glory and then picked her up and carried her across the room to the bed, laying Isobel down and standing up to remove his own clothing. Once he was naked he joined Isobel on the bed and she curled into him, her body warm and glowing after her climax. She tilted her head up and his lips met hers in a kiss that was as soft as his cock was hard, and her hand slid down his body and wrapped around his length.

Tyler shifted on the mattress, rolling over Isobel and placing his knee between her legs. The hot wetness of her pussy caressed his skin and his cock itched to be inside her, but he wasn’t ready yet. Isobel shifted against him impatiently, trying to get her legs over him so that she could twist up on top in a futile effort to be in a position to slide down onto his shaft.

With a smile that could only be described as knowing, Tyler reached for Isobel, trapping both wrists in one of his large hands, holding them in place just above her head. He knew exactly what she was trying to do, but he also knew that they both liked it best when he was in control and he wasn’t prepared to give that up right now.

Tyler slid down her body slightly so that his mouth hovered just above her breasts, and while his lips slid over her right nipple, his free hand massaged the orb of her left, squeezing the flesh while his teeth and tongue tormented her.

Pinned underneath him, Isobel finally managed to bring her legs up and around his, and while her ankles pulled down, her pelvis pushed up, dry humping against his steely flesh and almost driving him insane with desire. As Tyler continued to suckle and knead her tits he couldn’t help notice that Isobel’s movements were becoming more frantic and her breath ragged. He shifted slightly and brought one of his knees up between her legs, pushing against the wetness of her pussy every time he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

It was all that Isobel needed to send her over the edge into yet another orgasm, and her body became rigid as she ground her pussy into his leg and came hard, panting and collapsing limply as her climax slowly subsided.

While Isobel calmed down, Tyler proceeded to slide down her torso, planting kisses and small bites over her ribcage and stomach as he made his way to the heat at her core. She smelled of pure sex, two orgasms in quick succession giving her a musky scent that tickled his nostrils and pulled him down like a magnet until he was able to slide his tongue between her folds and taste her juices. He ate her as though he was a starving man, the taste of her as wonderful as the smell and her clit so swollen that his nose nuzzled against it as his tongue parted her swollen pussy lips.

Isobel moaned as she writhed against him, her clit almost too sensitive to handle being touched, but Tyler went slowly and was so gentle that it seemed like no time at all before she was urging him to go harder and deeper with his mouth. Tyler used his tongue to explore every millimeter of her, from her clit to her inner and outer folds, making Isobel gasp with pleasure as her hands tangled in his hair and pulled his face into her even harder.

Tyler changed position slightly and brought a hand up to slowly push a finger into her wetness. Isobel’s response was instantaneous as she once again pushed her pelvis up into him and he increased the tempo as he started to fuck her with his fingers while he suckled on her clit. Tyler quickly brought her to the brink of her third orgasm, and then without warning pulled his face away making her moan in protest.

“No! Please, Tyler, don’t stop,” she whimpered.

Ignoring her, Tyler moved backwards pushing his body up so that he could kneel between Isobel’s parted legs. As he looked down at her his cock jumped and twitched in its eagerness to have some attention of its own. Isobel was absolutely beautiful, a sheen of perspiration coating her flawless skin and her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath. His eyes trailed down her body until his gaze landed on her pussy as it glistened from his saliva and her juices.

“Tyler, please! Please fuck me!” Her voice was hoarse and filled with longing and desperation.

Tyler took hold of her legs, his large hands circling her delicate ankles before sliding up her calves to her thighs and pushing them apart. With her legs spread he had room to maneuver himself between them and carefully press his body down on top of her. Both hands came up to her breasts and he squeezed each one, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers simultaneously.