Page 169 of Owned (Office Intrigue Duet 8)
Her eyes flashed with heat, but she only hesitated for a moment before her hands were moving, her shorts loosening.
“Push them down.”
She did.
“Bikini bottoms, too.”
She followed my instructions, then stepped out of them, leaving her naked from the waist down.
Applying more pressure to her nipples, I held still, leaned in. “Say please, dirty girl. Say it now.”
“Please,” she whimpered.
Without wasting a second, I went to my knees before her, lifting one leg up and draping it over my shoulder as I spread her pussy lips wide. I let her desperate moans fuel me as I devoured her cunt, licking, sucking, flicking. I continued as she begged and pleaded, her hands gripping my hair as she rode my face like a wild woman.
And when I sucked her clit between my lips and thrust two fingers into her slick heat, my sweet, dirty girl came so beautifully, I knew she was the one I would spend the rest of my life with.
FORTY
Braelyn
I couldn’t believe how much I wanted this man, how hot he made me with a simple look or a heated word.
He’d brought out a side of me I hadn’t even known I had. And more importantly, he seemed to encourage that side of me, like it even.
I’d begun to crave the incredible sensations he plied me with simply by taking control, dominating my body with such ease. I’d never met a man who could break me down and build me back up at the same time. No one except for Talon. He could treat me like a dirty slut and still make me feel like a queen at the same time.
Now that my orgasm had receded, the desire hadn’t waned. It was still banked, the embers glowing hot even though the flame had died down.
Talon stood tall, pressing his much larger body against me, pinning me to the doorjamb. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I leaned into him. “I hoped you weren’t.”
“You like this? When I treat you like a dirty little slut?”
I inhaled sharply as those sparks turned to flame again. This was the Talon I’d fallen in love with, the one I—
Oh, crap.
I’d gone and done it. Fallen in love with him.
When had that happened?
As though he’d heard my admission, he stepped back, met my gaze, and the next thing I knew, he was stripping me bare. My shirt and bikini top hit the ground with the rest of my clothes, then Talon picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder before he commanded the lights off in his office and carried me—naked—through the office.
He’d obviously done it on purpose, because we both knew the loft in his office connected to his bedroom. There was no need to make me a public display.
Except for the fact it turned me on and I had no idea why.
Talon stomped up the stairs, through the house, directly to his bedroom. He commanded all the lights to come on and they did, brightening the space like it was daylight.
He didn’t call out for Taurus, but evidently he didn’t need to, because a moment later, he stepped into the room behind us. As was protocol, Taurus didn’t say a word, but he was there, ready to take care of Talon in whatever manner he desired.
Talon set me on my feet, then jerked me toward him, his hand grabbing for my other wrist as he loomed over me, holding me firmly with both hands secured behind my back.
“You’ve got one chance to say no, dirty girl,” he whispered roughly.
Say no to what? I wondered but kept my mouth shut.
“Time’s up,” he relayed, his gaze shifting behind me. “Come hold her hands, Taurus.”
Oh, God. My entire body ignited into flame, my skin felt too small, my nipples painfully erect, and there was an ache between my thighs that I desperately needed Talon to assuage.
I was intimately aware of Taurus when he moved in behind me, taking my hands in his. I expected him to grip my wrists the way Talon had, but he didn’t. No, he was gentler, linking our fingers as he held me so that his chest pressed to my back.
With Taurus standing behind me, I watched as Talon stripped out of his clothes, leaving them on the floor. His entire body seemed harder than usual, his muscles flexing, his cock protruding proudly from his body.
He stepped up to me, his nose pressing to mine. “I’m going to fuck you, dirty girl.”
I believed him.
“But not until you beg me to.”
Oh, God.
Why did that turn me on so much?
“Release her,” Talon commanded when he stepped back, forcefully gripping my arm and dragging me toward the sofa on the far side of the bedroom.
I loved this side of him. The lack of restraint, the forcefulness of his movements. He was rarely like this with me but there was something so primal about it that it turned me on even more.
