Page 55 of Owned (Office Intrigue Duet 8)
I peeled back the delicate white tissue paper and stared down at the hot pink silicone vibrator. To my shock, a laugh escaped me, and I found myself smiling as I lifted it up.
No way had Talon left this for me.
Flipping over the card, I saw I was right. Tiegan’s name, in a feminine, curly scrawl, was on the other side.
My gaze shifted back to the vibrator, then to the enormous bed.
Should I?
Could I?
Considering my body was still throbbing, the answer was easy. I mean, a girl was only supposed to endure so much, right? First the airplane, now by the beach. I’d been witness to two live porn shows. I was due some relief, wasn’t I?
The next thing I knew, I was stripping out of my clothes, pulling back the blankets, and falling into the heavenly softness of the mattress and pillows.
Self-pleasure was something I was familiar with. It was one of the few ways I could ever achieve orgasm. I’d only had two sexual partners in my life, and I’d rarely found release easy to come by with either of them. I figured that had more to do with my expectations than someone else’s skill, but it didn’t change the fact.
Reaching over, I flipped off the lamp, but it didn’t do much to eliminate the light in the room. The gauzy curtains allowed in the sunlight, and I didn’t have enough energy to get up and close the heavy drapes that were pulled back.
But I did have enough energy to flip on the vibrator.
I stared at it momentarily while it buzzed in my hand, making my fingers tingle. Then instinct kicked in as need abounded. I trailed the soft tip down, letting it tease over my nipple before venturing lower, between my breasts, sliding silkily over my belly, lower still. I paused briefly when I reached my pubic bone then got down to business.
Spreading my legs wide, I used my free hand to separate my pussy lips, exposing my damp flesh to the cool air.
“Oh, God,” I moaned softly as I pressed the soft tip of the vibrator to my clit, drawing my knees up and open.
Closing my eyes, I let my thoughts drift to what I’d seen. All those hard bodies moving together… Talon and his submissives…
I wouldn’t admit it aloud, but I had always imagined myself a participant in something so sinful, so uninhibited. And here, alone in this room, I found myself fantasizing about what it would be like to be front and center rather than a voyeur. The mere thought had my nipples puckering tightly, my skin tingling, my core tightening.
I focused my attention on my clit. The vibrations against the highly sensitive bundle of nerves had pleasure ratcheting up my breaths, my muscles straining, lungs working harder as I chased that elusive release. It remained just out of reach until I superimposed myself into the fantasy. This time I was the one straddling Talon’s thighs, his body pumping into mine, his cock penetrating me so deeply…
I cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over me, sating me long enough for sleep to overtake me.
THIRTEEN
Jasper
“Did you get any sleep?”
Almost like a gunshot had rent the air, the groggy voice had me fumbling the book I’d been reading and launching to my feet. Grateful I was a good fifteen feet away, I hoped I’d schooled my expression quickly enough as I approached the supine man whose steady gaze tracked me.
Gently setting the book on the small table holding two empty cups of coffee, I walked over, assessing Ransom where he lay in the bed used for the rare patient who had to stay in the clinic for any length of time. In some ways it resembled a standard hospital bed. Mostly because of the ability to adjust to accommodate—up, down, incline, decline, etc.—and it came equipped with security rails to keep a patient from falling onto the floor. Only this bed was more opulent, more … expensive. Most hospital beds didn’t come equipped with eighteen-hundred-thread-count sheets, down bedding, and a therapeutic mattress with the abilities to heat, cool, and massage.
Only the best for Talon and those who resided here on this island.
“I did, yes,” I answered as I drew nearer. “How’re you feeling?”
“Better. Headache’s finally gone.” His eyes narrowed on my face. “But if you shine that light in my eyes one more fucking time…”
He was definitely feeling better.
“What time is it?”
I glanced at my watch. “Eight thirty.”
His gaze swung to the windows as he frowned. “At night?” Ransom let his head fall back on the pillows. “Please tell me I haven’t been asleep for days.”
“Only about twelve hours. You needed it.”
When he went to move, his attention shot to his arms, one secured with a sling, the other tugging on the tubing attached to the fluid bladder hanging above him.
