Page 158 of Owned (Office Intrigue Duet 8)
He looked me up and down, met my gaze, and said, “Strip.”
His eyes were cold, and I swore I could feel his disappointment, yet I stripped right there on the porch, leaving my shorts where they fell.
He nodded, not quite in approval, then turned and walked away.
“Come in,” he said as he strolled deeper into the house.
Once inside, I closed the door, turned, expecting to see Ransom in the same chair he’d been in that first night, the perfect place for a conversation.
He wasn’t there. Nor was he standing in the living room.
“Up here,” Ransom called out.
I looked up in time to see Ransom at the top of the stairs, heading into the loft.
Not exactly the right place to have this sort of discussion, but telling Ransom as much seemed moot, so I made my way up the stairs.
I found him reclining on pillows in the king-sized bed, his attention on the sixty-inch television mounted on the wall opposite him. No sooner did I step into the space than my attention shot to the images on the screen. It took only a second for my brain to register that Ransom was watching porn.
Thankfully, there was no sound.
“Only thing on,” he said with a smirk.
I managed to tear my eyes away from the three men on the screen who were currently showing how flexible and creative they were. No, the fact that he was watching a threesome didn’t bolster my confidence.
Ransom patted the mattress.
My heart lurched at the invitation. I certainly hadn’t been expecting it. I’d slept in this man’s bed many times over the course of the years we were together, and a few times since he arrived on the island. No reason it should be awkward now, but it was.
As I approached, I found myself ogling him once again. The man was exquisite, there was no doubt about that. Sinfully ripped, a delectable combination of muscle, sinew, and all that inked skin. His chest muscles flexed, his abs bunching almost like…
I looked up to see he was watching me watching him.
I sighed, continued to move closer. I was slow to join him, but I finally managed to get comfortable in the bed.
“Relax,” he said easily, placing his hand on my thigh.
I nodded, making every attempt to do as he wished, but it wasn’t easy. And while I watched three buff men contorting themselves in a variety of positions, my brain went into hyperdrive. I needed to tell him we had to talk about this. Clearly we weren’t on the same page if—
“Something on your mind, Jasper?” he asked, clearly noticing my discomfort.
I cleared my throat when one guy on the screen bent another in half and drilled his cock down into him.
“Actually, yes, Titan.”
“Good. We’ll get to that. Right now, I want you to be a good little cockwhore and watch the TV.”
Cockwhore.
When he called me that, I always knew what mood he was in. Back when we’d been together, he had referred to me as his cockwhore or his little boy. One was for when he was feeling dirty, the other when we connected on a more intimate level. And while some wouldn’t understand why the derogatory reference turned me on, it still did. To be honest, I’d hated when he had referred to Cody as such.
I managed to focus on my breathing while I watched the three men, two of whom were now fucking one from both ends. They weren’t gentle about it, either, but the guy who played the filling in that muscle sandwich didn’t seem to mind.
Several minutes passed, then several more. The scene on the television wasn’t anything overly exciting, but I rarely found porn to be all that stimulating. Certainly not when there was so much distraction around me. Such as the way Ransom’s hand was gliding over my thigh. Every so often, the backs of his fingers would brush my cock, which, of course was responding to the stimuli. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he was stroking himself, slowly, casually, as though he wasn’t eager to move things along.
More silence, more porn, more minutes slipping by until I heard a soft moan. A second later, I released one of my own when Ransom’s hand curled firmly around my rock-hard dick.
The traitor.
My dick, not Ransom.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” Ransom said suddenly.
Well, shit.
Evidently my cock was on board, because the next thing I knew, I was springing up to my knees.
Ransom’s chuckle had me pausing.
“First, come here,” he said, reaching for me and pulling me down toward him until his mouth was moving under mine.
“Mmm.” He held me there, his tongue sliding into my mouth slowly, sinfully.
I sighed, resting on my elbow so I could lean over him, welcoming the way his mouth played mine as though he’d owned it for a lifetime. That same warmth I’d always felt when I was with him returned, filling my chest, sliding through my veins. This was the side of Ransom I’d fallen in love with.
