Owned (Office Intrigue Book 8) Nicole Edwards (classic english novels TXT) 📖

“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 the 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.

“Talon … please, please, please…” I was so close.

“Come for me,” he growled, nipping my ear once more.

The bite of pain was just what I needed to fly over that peak, free-falling into bliss as I came around his fingers.

I was still breathing heavily when Talon rolled to his back, pulling me with him. I turned so that I was facing him, propping my head on his shoulder and draping my knee over his thigh as I fought to catch my breath. The sheet was still covering us both, but Talon took care of that, shoving it down and revealing his thick, heavy erection. I watched, fascinated, as he palmed his cock, stroking slowly.

He was absolutely beautiful from his head to his toes. All that burnished copper skin, the hard planes and angles, ropy muscle outfitted on a long, lean frame. And his cock … I’d never really considered a cock to be an appealing appendage, but Talon’s was thick and long, the wide crest glistening with pre-cum. I wanted to take him in my mouth.

“I watched you the other night,” I admitted, not sure why I was