Tyler's face flushed and he put a hand on his cheek trying to hide it. I glanced around the table again. No one seemed to notice what we were doing. Cameron was having a heated debate with the guy sitting next to him about politics.

Tyler had turned back to his food and I took the opportunity to slide my hand to the spot I'd been wanting to touch for the past almost two hours. He froze. I moved my hand in a massaging pattern against him as his breathing quickened.

"Why are you doing this?" he swallowed.

"Just giving you a hard time," I smirked. "Pun intended."

He gulped and looked down toward his lap hidden under the tablecloth. I continued my hand movements and then reached for his zipper. He immediately put his hand on mine to stop me but didn't move my hand. A few seconds later he actually pressed my hand slightly harder against him, slouching in his seat.

"Having a good time?" I giggled.

"Maybe," he smirked.

I leaned against his shoulder. "I'm not giving you a hand job here," I whispered. "You can let go."

He let a heavy breath out. "What if I want you to?"

I cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"Keep going," he smirked and released his hand from mine.

He grabbed his drink as I unzipped his pants and just as he took a sip, I slipped my hand into his pants. He spit his drink back in the glass and coughed. I wanted to laugh but I kept quiet. Martin gave us a weird look but went back to his conversation with David. Tyler leaned toward me.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it," he whispered.

"You dared," I smirked.

"Stop before I-"

I gave him a gentle tug and he suppressed a moan. His breathing turned into semi-controlled pants as he tried to regain composure. I continued my little party in his pants, gripping a little more firmly.

"I can't handle this here," he moaned quietly in my ear.

"You shouldn't have started it," I giggled.

"I see that now," he huffed.

I removed my hand from his pants and took a drink of my water like nothing happened. He flashed me a confused look. I just shrugged. That was as far as I intended to go with it. It was just for fun. I was done.

"Meet me in the east hallway in five minutes," he whispered.

I raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Uh... we need to talk."

He looked around to make sure no one was watching and zipped his pants up, scooting his chair back.

"I'm gonna go talk with my father," he announced to our table and walked away.

I assumed that was code for 'I'm gonna go hide out in the hallway.' Five minutes later I made the excuse I was going to the bathroom and went off to find Tyler. When I exited the ballroom, I found him leaning against the wall outside the doors.

"Fancy meeting you here," he flashed me a smile and pushed his body off the wall, stepping toward me.

"What did you wanna talk about?" I asked, looking around the halls. We were alone.

"Nothing," he smirked, pushing me against the wall.

"Tyler-"

He shut me up with a needy passionate kiss, sliding a hand down my side. I should've pushed him away immediately but it just felt so good. I ran my hands down his chest to his waist and hooked my fingers in his belt loops, tugging him harder against me. He moaned into the kiss. A few seconds later he pulled away panting.

"Damn," he breathed.

I smiled up at him and then realized what we'd done. Oh shit. Everything in me screamed for me to say no but once his lips met mine again, I couldn't push him away. We made out against the wall for several minutes. He finally broke the kiss and leaned to my ear.

"I have a room here," he whispered in a breathy voice.

I swallowed hard. Uh-oh.

"What are you saying?" I asked, feeling a tightness in my stomach.

"I want you."

"Tyler I-"

"Please," he looked at me with begging eyes.

"But-"

"I need you," he whispered, stroking my side.

"But what about-"

"Look at me," he said softly, searching my eyes.

We stood there staring at each other for a few long seconds.

"You can't tell me you don't want me," he whispered.

He was right. I couldn't deny how badly I wanted him. I felt horrible for doing this though after Cameron and I basically worked things out. Here I am cheating again. This time it was just me to blame. How was I supposed to explain to Cameron what the hell was going through my mind? I wasn't even sure what I was thinking. Half of me screamed 'run back to Cameron!' and the other half relaxed into Tyler's arms telling me to go with it. I almost got up the will to tell Tyler we couldn't do this... but then I felt his lips on my neck.

"Tyler," I moaned against his shoulder as he kissed down my neck.

He groaned in response and pushed his body harder against mine. Then it hit me that we were in the middle of a hotel hallway, right under a security camera, and it was probably a matter of minutes before we got caught. I gave him a light shove.

"We're gonna get caught," I whispered, nodding to the security camera above us.

He looked up for a second, then glanced around the halls and looked back to me.

"Come with me," he whispered, grasping my hand.

We made a run for it to the nearest elevator and he pushed the button for the twenty first floor. Great. We were leaving floor one. This was gonna be a long elevator ride.

I leaned against the wall, feeling the vibrations of the elevator making it's way up. Tyler's arm found my waist and pulled me to his side. I looked up at him and he smiled. I started feeling really self-conscious. I rested my head against his chest and he rubbed my back.

"Are we going to your room?" I asked quietly.

"Mhm."

The elevator reached it's destination and we stepped into the hall, stumbling slightly. I think he'd had one champagne glass too many but he kept his composure. We came to his room and he held the door for me. He closed the door behind us and I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I wasn't sure if I could go through with this. I wanted to but I didn't want to. The part of me that wanted to though was quickly overwriting the part that said no.

I watched him as he stepped toward me, resting a hand on my side. I moved my hand to his shoulder and waited for his next move. His eyes searched mine, probably looking for signs that I didn't wanna do this.

"We don't have to do this," he whispered.

I didn't say anything. I almost felt like I might cry, but I tried to shrug the feeling away.

"You can push me away," he said, waiting for my response.

I still didn't reply. Looking in his eyes, I realized just how much he cared. He could've gone ahead and had his way but he gave me the opportunity - more than once - to say no. That meant the world to me.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered, leaning into me and pausing for a second before pressing his lips to mine.

I relaxed into the kiss and he gently pushed me back against the wall. Our kisses became more urgent as our breathing turned into short pants. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he moved his lips to kiss my cheek, then down my jaw line and to my neck, sucking at my weak spot.

"Tyler," I gasped, running my fingers through the back of his hair.

He breathed against my neck, sending shivers through my body. I felt the strap of my dress on my left shoulder slide down as his lips trailed kisses across my collar bone and over my shoulder. I remembered I wasn't wearing a bra and suddenly felt more nervous. My other strap came down as he switched sides. I realized I was just standing there and I couldn't let him do all the work so I moved my hands over his shoulders to his chest. He pulled away long enough to shrug his blazer off and I felt his lips return to my neck.

I began unbuttoning his shirt and once I got it halfway undone, I slid his tie off, tossing it across the room and pushed his shirt collar aside, pressing my lips to his neck. His kisses became slower as he struggled to control his breathing. I pushed his body slightly, forcing his back against the opposite wall. He stopped kissing my shoulder as I nipped at his neck. He leaned his head back and released a shaky breath, staring up at the ceiling. I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and slid my hands down his stomach, resting at the top of his slacks.

I pressed a kiss to his collar bone and he moaned. My hands found his belt buckle and began undoing it. He gulped at the sound of his belt making a 'clank' when I got it unbuckled. I undid the button on his slacks and his breathing quickened. With our bodies pressed together, I could feel his heart racing as I slid his zipper down. His slacks fell to the floor and he kicked them away, along with his shoes.

He moved his hands to my shoulders, cautiously sliding the top of my dress down a bit. I still felt really nervous that I wasn't wearing a bra. I figured 'oh well, I'll get over it' as his lips returned to my neck. He backed me up to the foot of the bed as our lips collided again. He slid his shirt off and his hands returned to my dress as he pulled back hesitantly, making sure it was okay. I gave him a small nod and he slid my dress down my body, his eyes never leaving mine. He swallowed hard before looking down at my body. I felt really uncomfortable. I had a nice figure and I was slim but I'd never been comfortable with my body. I felt my face heat up. His eyes looked back to mine and he gave me a reassuring smile. It was comforting. He rested his hands on my arms and leaned closer to me.

"If you don't wanna do this, I'll stop whenever you want," he whispered.

I swallowed, glancing down. We probably looked stupid standing there in our underwear but something about it felt right and no matter how scared or nervous I was, something about the way he looked at me made me believe everything was gonna be okay.

He hesitantly leaned in for another kiss as his hands slipped down my body to the top of my underwear. I felt my heart rate speed up.

"Tyler," I whispered.

He looked at me with a slightly concerned expression."Yes?"

"I-I'm scared," I admitted, feeling a blush creep across my cheeks.

"I know," he nodded. "I won't hurt you."

"I trust you," I breathed, trying to calm my nerves.

A few hand movements later and our underwear dropped to the floor. He gently pushed me down against the mattress, pulling the covers up over us as he laid on top of me. I could feel my body shaking slightly and for some reason I felt as though it was my first time again. I'd lost my virginity to Cameron in a hotel room a week after Valentine's Day. I remember being so nervous that I actually threw up. After we had sex though I realized there really wasn't anything for me to be scared about and I never worried about it again after that... until now. Maybe it was just because I'd never had sex with anyone besides Cameron. Maybe being with someone else was just a scary experience the first time. Was it supposed to be?

My eyes met Tyler's and I swallowed hard, trying to brace myself for what was about to happen. He watched me carefully as he moved his body into position.

"Just tell me to stop," he whispered.

I searched his eyes and suddenly felt more comfortable. He flashed me a questioning look and I slowly nodded.

"I'll go slow."

I felt an unfamiliar object against my body and I tried not to tense as he slid into me. Part of me wanted to scream. His lips met mine, muffling my whimpers as he moved in and out slowly. A familiar heat washed over my body as my breathing became short and uneven pants that turned into moans as his pace increased. I started feeling a lot more comfortable and relaxed against him. He trailed kisses along my neck as he moved his body against mine in a perfect rhythm.

"Oh Tyler," I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair. "Mm."

Then an ounce of courage hit me and I said something I didn't expect myself to even think.

"Harder," I panted against his ear.

He shivered at the feeling of my breath on his neck and began thrusting harder, breathing heavy against my shoulder.

"Please Tyler," I moaned, pressing my body to his tighter.

He gulped and looked down to me with a slightly pained expression.

"I can't hold much longer," he breathed.

That was fine with me. I'd been on birth control for years.

"Go ahead," I whispered.

I felt both our bodies tense a split second apart and a few seconds later satisfaction washed over both of us as we hit our release with low breathy moans.