A hard, sexy beat booms through the speakers and before I know what’s happening, Tyler’s standing between my legs. “What the hell are you doing,” I yell. “Proving my point,” he says, dropping his ass and falling between my thighs. I go rigid. Completely rigid as I stare down at his face. He slides up my body. I can feel every hard muscle under his shirt. Tyler grabs my hand, forcing my palm over his exposed lower stomach. I try to jerk it away from him, but all he does is smile and force it under the waist of his jeans.
