Page 133 of Owned (Office Intrigue Duet 8)
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 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.
