Owned (Office Intrigue Book 8)

by Nicole Edwards

  Talon eased me back into the water by releasing my legs. No sooner was I on my feet again than his mouth was on mine. Then I was in his arms, pulled in tight, my breasts crushed to the hard wall of his chest. Every sense was heightened by his nearness. I ached in a way that was foreign but not unwelcome. This man brought out a side of me I’d thought was buried deep. A woman who sought the pleasure bestowed by the touch of a man who knew how to play her body so perfectly.

  When my back met the smooth stone, I relaxed, giving myself over to his kiss, his touch.

  This.

  This was what had brought me down here tonight. The possibility of this man finding me.

  Now that he was here, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted the night to end.

  *

  TALON

  When I had stepped out onto the veranda, I hadn’t expected to see Braelyn down in the pool. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, tempting me with something I was desperately trying to resist.

  In an effort to convince myself she was real, I had forgotten my intentions of going to bed in favor of moving closer. By the time I had approached the pool, I had realized she was definitely real. So fucking real. And so fucking beautiful, her long, lithe body moving sensually in the water as she swam alone, all that long, silky hair snaking out around her. Every so often, I would get a peek of her naked flesh beneath the surface as she moved by one of the underwater lights.

  I hadn’t planned on joining her, rather sating my need by simply watching, admiring. When she invited me in, my resistance waned. I was tired of fighting this, tired of pretending I was exploring when the only thing I wanted was to claim this woman as mine. Once and for all.

  I was not going to let this moment pass me by.

  Now, as I held her, all that smooth, soft skin against mine, I felt like myself again. Back in control, eager, yet willing to take my time to explore. While the urge to dominate her was great, I managed to tamp it down. The only encounters we’d shared had been fast and furious. It was time I savored, for my benefit as well as hers.

  Her kiss was tentative, a light exploration as her tongue met mine. I could sense her hesitancy, but it warred with her need, a feeling I was getting intimately familiar with. When it came to Braelyn, I found myself wanting more than what I was used to. This desire to be one with her was deeper than mere lust. It surprised me because it was so foreign, yet at the same time, it was as natural as breathing.

  I loved the size of her, the shape, the way she fit against me. My hand spanned the width of her back as I pulled her closer, feeling the hard points of her nipples on my chest. I wanted to feast on her, to taste every inch of her smooth, warm skin, then I wanted to do it again and again.

  But I wasn’t going to rush. Braelyn Bishop wasn’t the sort of woman you hurried. She was a feast prepared by a world-renowned chef, one you savored one decadent bite at a time.

  Breaking the kiss, I stared down into her eyes again, loving the way they glittered brightly, her desire etched in the smooth lines of her face.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said softly, the words tinged with both reverence and restrained need. She brought out a side of me I didn’t know existed. Made me crave things I’d never fancied myself having.

  Her hands moved up to cup my face, and as she pulled me back down to her, I lowered myself to my knees in the water so that we were on a more even keel, bringing my mouth to breast level. My hands roamed freely over her exquisite curves, and I took cues from her movements, such as the way she gradually pulled back, allowing me to cup the firm ivory globes. My thumbs brushed over her nipples, and another raspy moan escaped her, the little points beckoning my mouth.

  “Let me taste you,” I mumbled, letting my breath fan her nipples, cupping her ass as I dragged her against me.

  Braelyn nodded, but I wasn’t sure if she was giving me permission or herself.

  Holding her gaze, I leaned in, licking one puckered nipple with the tip of my tongue. It tightened more, a throatier moan escaping her lips as I teased.

  She inhaled sharply, her lips parting as she watched what I was doing to her.

  That was what I wanted. I wanted Braelyn to watch me touch, taste, lick. I wanted her eyes to follow my every move, to know that I was the one bringing her such undeniable pleasure. That I was the one in control.

  Circling her nipple with my tongue, I let her soft whimpers and urgent groans fuel me. She surprised me when her hand curled behind my head, pulling me in closer. I smiled against her skin, then sucked her nipple into my mouth. Softly, sweetly. I was tormenting her intentionally. I wanted her to know what I was capable of. I could bring her pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known before, and that was my intention.

  Not only now, not only today but tomorrow, the next. For the rest of our lives if she’d have me.

  “Put your hands on my shoulders,” I instructed.

  Braelyn’s eyes narrowed on my face, but she followed my direction, releasing my head and placing those soft fingers on my skin.

  “Now don’t move.”

  There was a flash of heat in her gaze, one I recognized. I’d seen it with many submissives. Deep down, regardless of what she claimed, Braelyn was submissive. Despite what she thought, it wasn’t a bad thing. I’d suspected it, but hadn’t realized she had been purposely hiding that side of herself because she was mistaken in the belief she didn’t want what a dominating man could give her. What I could give her.

  It was part of her allure and my inner Dominant was drawn to it.

  Leaning in, I sucked on her again, teasing her nipple with my tongue while cupping her breasts with my hands. I plumped the small, firm globes, inciting the nerve endings, while I nipped her with my teeth. Her breaths grew ragged, her fingernails biting into my skin, but she remained where she was.

  When I released her from my mouth, I leaned up for her kiss. She met me halfway, her tongue sliding against mine. I plucked her nipples firmly, tugging on the swollen tips until she was moaning into my mouth, the sound so damn sweet.

  With her lips fused to mine, I released her breasts, sliding my hands down to cup her ass. Then I surged to my feet, lifting her with me as I did, water pouring off of us with a rush of sound. I swallowed her surprise as I plundered her mouth with my tongue, her arms wreathing my neck as she stabilized herself. Moving to the other side of the space, I set her on the smooth, flat seating ledge set into the stone.

  Her hands released me, once more moving to my shoulders as I’d directed.

  “Good girl,” I whispered, standing tall and staring down at her. “Spread your legs for me.”

  She did, her knees parting, my eyes moving to her smooth, bare mound.

  “Wider. I want to see your pretty pussy.”

  Braelyn looked surprised, but she didn’t argue, moving her knees farther apart until the movement revealed the pink flesh of her pussy.

  “That’s a good girl. Now use your fingers and show me your little clit.”

  Her sharp inhale told me my words had surprised her. Little did she know, this was just the beginning. I wasn’t vanilla by any sense of the word, and when it came to sex, it wasn’t a simple act done to sate an urge. It was an exploration, a way of experiencing exquisite, sometimes brutal pleasure. And my dirty girl seemed very eager to indulge me.

  “Let me see, Braelyn,” I whispered, my gaze narrowed on her pussy.

  Even in the darkness, I could see the way she trembled, but she managed to separate the plump lips, her soft pink center on display. Using her index finger, she pulled back the hood concealing her clit. I took over, using my thumb, loving her sharp inhale as the cool air caressed her sensitive flesh.

  Once more, I squatted down in the water, a move that brought me eye level with her pussy. I could smell her arousal, a musky scent that had my dick throbbing, my balls tightening.

  Lifting my gaze to hers, I leaned in and lightly speared her vagina before dragging my tongue upward to tease her clit.

 
Braelyn’s eyes remained locked between her thighs where my tongue continued to explore. I feasted on her, loving the way her chest began to rise and fall rapidly, my name escaping her lips every so often as she urged me to continue. I wasn’t looking to make her come. Not yet. I wanted Braelyn to remember this, to think about it later, when she was alone, when she was fighting this thing between us. Because there was something here, and it was high time we accepted it.

  “Talon… oh, God.” Her head tipped back, her hips rocking forward.

  I pulled my lips away, using my thumb to fondle her clit. “Watch me, Braelyn.”

  “It’s too much,” she whimpered.

  “Watch me,” I demanded.

  Her head leveled, her eyes opening.

  “Do you want me to make you come?”

  “Yes, please.” Her chest expanded, another moan escaping. “Please make me come.”

  “When I do, I’m going to fuck you,” I warned.

  Braelyn nodded.

  Leaning forward, I blew air against her clit, waited until she was writhing again. I drew her clit between my lips, flicked the swollen bundle of nerves with my tongue. My eyes remained on her face as she cried out, begging me to make her come. I refrained because I wanted to, wanted to hear her eager pleas as the pleasure lashed at her, had her writhing in an attempt to assuage the ache. I continued to work her, my body hardening as she gasped and moaned, whimpered and cursed, until finally she exploded, my name a startled cry on her lips as her back bowed and she grabbed on to the ledge for support.

  God, she was beautiful.

  I didn’t wait for her to come down from the sensual high. I surged to my feet, gripped her hips, and pulled her to the edge of the ledge. She was at the perfect height for me to plunge deep inside. With one hand on her hip, the other on my dick, I pushed into her silky heat until the thick head disappeared. Then I shoved my hips forward, driving into her in one punishing thrust.

  “Talon!”

  “Hold on to me,” I commanded.

  Her arms circled my neck, allowing me to band one arm around her back as I held her still. There was nothing sweet about this coupling. I simply needed to mark her as mine, to claim her in a way she’d never been claimed before. It was a necessary evil, one I wasn’t exactly proud of but refused to deny.

  Damn, she was tight. Her pussy squeezed and clenched, drawing me into the hot depths of her body. I fucked her ruthlessly, pulling out, slamming in. Again and again, I punished us both with the delicious friction of my cock sheathed by the tight clasp of her cunt.

  The sound of our harsh breaths echoed in the cavernous space, her soft moans mingling with my deep grunts as our bodies sought the pleasure the other offered.

  “Come for me, Braelyn.” It wasn’t so much a request as it was a need. I wanted to feel her pussy clench around me as she gave herself over to orgasm.

  While she held tight to my neck, I gripped her hips, held her still, and drilled her with a barely restrained fury. Hard, fast, deep.

  “Talon … I’m…” Braelyn cried out, the sweet sound of her climax coalescing with the way her pussy clamped down on my cock.

  I thrust in harder, plunged deeper. Once, twice. On the third time, I jerked her forward, impaling her so I was buried as deep as I could go. My cock erupted, my balls emptying as I filled her, a low growl rumbling from my chest.

  As I held her, those long legs wrapped around my hips, I was already plotting when and where I was going to have her again.

  Because I would.

  Starting now, I was going to have Braelyn in every way possible.

  THIRTY-ONE

  Tuesday, January 5, 2021

  Braelyn

  Several hours later, when I woke up, the first thing I noticed before I even opened my eyes was that I was surrounded by Talon’s distinct woodsy scent. I might’ve smiled as I inhaled, breathing him in, inviting the intoxicating rush as I remembered what we’d done in the swimming pool, recalling how exhausted I’d been when he brought me into the house.

  Talon hadn’t taken me back to my room as I’d expected him to. No, he’d brought me to his bedroom, which explained why I was surrounded by him.

  Not wanting to give away the fact I was awake just yet, I peeked open my eyes, glanced around at what I could see, immediately taking in the enormity of it all. Talon’s personal space made the guest room I was staying in look like a closet. The bed alone dwarfed the one I slept in, definitely bigger than a king, likely custom-made to accommodate his size. On the far side of the room was a sitting area, complete with sofa, fireplace, coffee table. All the furniture seemed bigger, but it suited him. I could see the opening to the bathroom, and I thought of the exquisite bath in my room and wondered if his put that to shame. Probably.

  Similar to his office, the bedroom lacked that light, airy feeling the rest of the house had but made up for it in the warmth cast by the dark wood and rich fabrics. It was a peaceful retreat.

  A sigh escaped me when I felt the warm body move behind me, inching closer to my back.

  “I knew you’d wake eventually,” Talon murmured against my ear.

  “The bed’s comfortable,” I told him.

  “And here I was thinking I’d worn you out.”

  “Well, that, too,” I admitted.

  “And how do you feel now?”

  I smiled, pressing my butt against the hard ridge of his erection. “Well rested.”

  “Then I’d say it’s time to wear you out again.” He lifted his head, said, “Curtains. Open one hundred percent.”

  A soft hum sounded, and it took only a second before a wall of fabric began to pull back, revealing…

  “Oh, my God.” Every inch the curtains retreated revealed a view of the endless ocean. It was absolutely stunning to see the blue water glittering in the sun with nothing to obstruct it.

  “Thought you might like that,” he murmured, his hands sneaking under the sheet.

  My body came alive as his palm grazed over my midsection, his long, skilled fingers tickling my skin, his thumb brushing the undersides of my breasts.

  As his hand drifted lower, I lifted my right leg, propping it on his, opening myself to his exploration. His fingers continued lower, teasing my mound but never going quite where I wanted.

  “Before we get too far,” Talon breathed against my ear, “there’s something you should be aware of.”

  “Hmm?” I pushed back against him, desperate for him to touch me.

  “One of my possessions is in the room.”

  Although that should’ve doused me like ice water, I didn’t flinch, but my eyes did open, shifting my gaze around the room until it settled on the man standing near the door, his hands behind his back, his head lowered as though he was doing his best not to watch us.

  I recognized the jet-black shoulder-length hair, the pale skin. This was one of the twins, Corvin or Bram. Like the others, he had a phenomenal body, completely absent of hair, his abs cut into perfect squares, so defined I could’ve trailed my tongue through the grooves.

  Not that I would. That would’ve been weird.

  Right?

  “Why is he here?” I whispered to Talon, as though he wouldn’t hear anyway.

  “They’re each assigned to me one day per week. Today’s Bram’s day. He’s at my side always.”

  “Even when you’re in bed?”

  “He’s at my beck and call. It’s his responsibility. He takes it very seriously.”

  Clearly.

  I was aware of Talon’s palm pressed against my belly, his finger dipping lower. I inhaled sharply, still watching Bram, wondering if this was something I could do. I mean, I had been intimate with Talon while Ari was present, but that was a heat-of-the-moment thing. It had escalated too quickly for me to give it too much thought. This … if I chose to let this get out of hand, that made it … premeditated? Was that the right word?

  For all intents and purposes, Bram didn’t seem to be paying us any mind, but he was still there. At th
e very least, he could hear everything that was taking place. Every moan, every sigh…

  Talon nipped my ear and electricity sizzled straight to my womb. Then his finger slid inside me, my pussy clenching around the intrusion.

  “You’re wet,” he whispered against my ear.

  Yes, I definitely was. In fact, I was so turned on I realized I didn’t even care if Bram lifted his head and watched us. That was what Talon did to me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I’d never entertained the idea I might be an exhibitionist.

  Not that I could think about it now. Not with the way Talon was tormenting me, that long finger fucking into me, his lips trailing along my neck, his chest pressed warmly to my back. He held me tightly, his warmth seeming to surround me, overwhelming me in the most exquisite way.

  “Talon…”

  “Tell me, Braelyn. Tell me what you want from me.”

  Reaching down, I held his hand against me. “Touch me.”

  “Where?”

  “Everywhere.”

  On his retreat, Talon added another finger, pushing both deep inside me, curling in that perfect way that—

  “Oh, God, yes,” I moaned, my back bowing as he brushed against my G-spot.

  “Louder, Braelyn,” he whispered. “I want Bram to hear you.”

  Oh, God. That shouldn’t have been hot, but it was. The idea of Bram listening to me …

  “Talon … please don’t stop,” I pleaded, my voice carrying through the room. “Oh, God. Don’t stop.”

  I’d never considered myself a vocal lover, but with Talon, it couldn’t be helped.

  “Tell me how good it feels, dirty girl,” he repeated, “and I’ll make you come with my fingers.”

  Was it wrong that I liked him calling me that? Because I did.

  “Good. So, so good.” I rocked my hips, fucking myself on his fingers. “Keep doing that. Yes.”

  “Doing what?”

  I knew what he was doing, knew he wanted me to lay it out so Bram was aware of what was going on beneath the sheet.

  “Fucking me … with your fingers. Oh, God!” I inhaled sharply, moaned on the exhale, and rocked my hips, accepting his fingers deeper inside me. The louder I got, the faster he fingered me, until I was on the brink of implosion.