Sweet Sinner (Tyler & Bella Duet #2) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Tyler & Bella Duet Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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“They offered him a chunk of change, and it will only help book sales. Talk to him.”

She considers the offer a moment. “I’ll call Allie and see if she can have lunch. If I get her on my side, she’ll help win him over. But even so, it’s a tough sale. Anything else?”

You, I think. She is everything else. “They want to know in the next seventy-two hours. In other words, if Dash says no, you need a back-up we can pitch.”

“I have someone in mind,” she assures me. “I’ll discreetly feel him out.”

We fall into silence and the heat is back, a hot flame between us that damn near scorches the air. “I should go make my calls,” she says, and she quickly walks toward her escape.

I could let her go. I could just move the fuck on, but I won’t.

She’s at the door, her hand on the knob when I step behind her and press my hand to the hard surface. “Not so fast.”

I wait for the fiery personality that defines Bella to kick in and force her to face off with me, and it does. She whirls around and now she’s facing me, nice and close, the scent of woman and some kind of flowery perfume fire in my blood. I expect her to come at me, and I want her to. I want anything but her leaving this office with “no” still her answer, and I want it in a way I don’t even understand.

I just know it has to be Bella.

Only Bella.

But she doesn’t come at me. All she says is “Tyler,” in this breathless, please-fuck-me kind of voice that has me ready to do just that and more.

Chapter Seven

Tyler

She smells sweet and I already know she tastes like heaven.

“My father created the rules,” I say. “This is not how I wanted any of this to turn out, Bella, and that means us. I’m just playing my father’s game and it’s meant to be as wrong as it is.”

“I know,” she says. “I do. I really do, but I don’t want to play at all.”

I tell myself not to touch her, not to feed this bullshit whore mentality she’s created, but I can’t not touch her. My fingers tangle in her hair. The heat between us pulses. Her hands cover mine. “This can’t happen,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

“But do you want it to happen?”

“I’m angry right now. Really angry.”

“I’m angry with you, too.”

“Why would you be angry with me?”

“Because you’re basically calling me a bastard.”

“You sort of are.”

“Now you’re making me angry again.”

“Bastards always get angry when someone calls them on their behavior.”

My lips curve. “Is it bad that it turns me on when you scold me?”

“Tyler,” she breathes out, just the way she had when I was doing all kinds of dirty things to her in LA.

I lower my mouth to hers, teeth nipping her lip, tongue the salve to her ache. She breathes out an uneven breath and her hand goes to my chest. But she doesn’t push me away and now she’s touching me of her own free will. “This is not going to change anything.”

“We won’t know unless we try.”

My mouth brushes hers. Her fingers curl around my lapel and my mouth slants over her mouth, my tongue doing a slow caress against hers. One taste of her, and she moans, one of her soft sexy moans, and it’s the sweet sound of submission I crave from Bella. I want her on her knees, I want her on my cock. My hand slides over her breast, and her hand catches mine, but she doesn’t shove me away. Her nails dig into my skin and she whispers, “You’re such a bastard and manwhore.”

“If I was a manwhore, anyone would do, Bella. Anyone won’t do. Only you.”

I lock the door.

She just looks at me with those stunning blue eyes I could get lost in as easily as I can any other part of her. I kiss her again, deep and dirty kissing, the kind that says we’re not even close to finished. Just in case she doesn’t get that message, I tear my mouth from hers and say as much, “We’re not finished with each other, Bella. You know it. I know it.” I press my cheek to hers, tug her skirt up, and whisper, “All I can think about is us naked in that hotel room. I want to go back. I want to live there with you.”

I ease back and press my fingers between her legs, shoving her panties aside to press my fingers inside her. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

Her lashes lower and she says, “It means nothing,” again, even as pleasure etches her beautiful face. She pants and I capture the sound with my mouth and this time when I kiss her, she clings to me, she kisses me, and we’re unleashed. I tug at her clothes and her at mine. I lift her, and press inside her, deep, deep inside her, where it’s wet and tight and ridiculously perfect.


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