Owned (Office Intrigue Book 8) by Nicole Edwards (year 2 reading books TXT) 📗

Not that I would forget. Sure, I felt unadulterated pleasure from the swipe of Jones’s tongue, but it was Talon who gave me the most pleasure. This wasn’t something I would do if he wasn’t here, not something I would even fantasize about.

“You like that, dirty girl?”

“Yes.” I gripped Talon’s arm, holding on to him. He was my anchor.

“How does it feel to have him tonguing your pussy?”

God. Those words were nearly enough to set me off.

“Good.” My fingers tightened on his arm. “So good.”

Talon lifted his free hand, snapped his fingers. “On her breasts.”

Taurus and Sim were immediately on each side of us, leaning in, taking my breasts into their blistering-hot mouths.

I moaned, trying to focus on the warring sensations, to make them last. I didn’t want to come yet. It felt too good.

“Taurus, finger her.”

“Oh, God!” I cried out when Taurus’s fingers slid into me while Jones continued to flick my clit with his skilled tongue.

With mouths on my breasts, between my legs, and those wicked fingers pumping into me, I knew it wouldn’t be long.

Talon continued to mutter dirty, erotic words in my ear. It was too much.

“Come for me,” Talon demanded. “Don’t fight it, baby. Show me how much you enjoy it.”

I whimpered, rocked, let the waves of pleasure crash through me until I reached the pinnacle, held on for long seconds before I launched right over and into sheer ecstasy.

Three mouths remained on me, but they turned gentle, caressing rather than stimulating.

Talon’s fingers replaced Taurus’s, pushing in deep. They weren’t meant to caress. He fingered me roughly until I was coming again, crying out his name over and over.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered in my ear when he finally let me come down from the sensual assault.

Although I never could’ve imagined myself in a situation such as this, I wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t feel like exactly where I was meant to be.

It was then I realized there was more than one way to be owned.

And Talon most definitely owned me.

Heart, body, and soul.

FORTY-TWO

RANSOM

“I thought you were leaving early,” I said to Jasper when he walked into my villa an hour later than we’d originally planned.

“Yeah. Sorry about that. Talon called me to do a physical and final sign-off on the new possession, Jones.”

“Don’t apologize.” I hadn’t been accusing him, simply stating fact. “I thought I’d cook.”

Jasper turned into my arms when I walked up to him, finding his mouth with my own.

I’d come to enjoy this time of day, when we both came back here, settling in for the evening. It was our time, just the two of us, the way it used to be. Only back then, we would generally meet at a motel when we sought privacy because there’d been no other choices.

“How’d he do?” I asked. “Jones pass?”

“With flying colors. All his blood work came back, too. He’s clean as a whistle.” He smiled, stepping back when I did. “I guess that’s good because he’s already owned.”

I headed to the refrigerator to retrieve the steaks I’d appropriated from the resort’s kitchen. “By who?”

“Um…”

Meat in hand, I went to the counter, set it on the cutting board to season it.

“Don’t tell me Talon took another one,” I teased.

“Actually … this one is … uh… He belongs to Braelyn.”

My head snapped around. “My sister?”

Jasper nodded, looking not at all at ease with my reaction.

I considered it for a minute, then found myself smiling. “What d’ya know.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Should I be?” I shrugged. “I probably should’ve figured it out myself. She’s been keeping close tabs on him since his arrival. I knew it bothered her that he’d been abandoned.” I grinned over at him. “Plus, he’s rather pleasing to the eye.”

Jasper frowned, which made me laugh.

“Not as pleasing as you are, though. Plus, I seriously doubt it’s like that between her and him. My sister might like Talon, but I doubt she’s comfortable with all his play toys. Probably wants Jones to do her laundry or something.” I nodded toward the living area. “Do me a favor. There’s something on the coffee table. Could you bring it here?”

Turning back to food prep, I listened to Jasper’s footsteps, the soft but unmistakable inhale when he reached the coffee table.

When he returned, I didn’t look his way. “I’m actually going to cook these on the grill.”

“There isn’t a… Oh.”

I grinned, wrapping the steaks in foil and retrieving the vegetable kabobs I’d put together.

“Nice night for a swim,” I said casually, gesturing for him to lead the way.

Jasper was right, there was not a grill here at the villa, but there was a rather impressive setup by the private pool. I’d already gone to check it out, pleased to find that it was fully stocked, likely managed by the possessions.

I could practically feel Jasper vibrating as he carried the rope I’d found in one of the storage rooms where they kept a variety of interesting toys and tools. I’d purposely left him to wonder what I would be using it for. More fun that way.

“Strip,” I instructed as I set the food on the work counter and turned on the propane grill.

He hesitated, his eyes scanning our surroundings. There was no one out here, so he must’ve felt comfortable since he set the rope down to do as I instructed.

Because I knew Jasper needed attention, I continued to glance over, ensuring he saw me watching as he stripped out of his scrubs, setting them neatly on one of the lounge chairs.

Earlier in the day, when the plan had come to me, I’d instructed two possessions to reposition some of the seating out here, having the tantric chair moved closer to the outdoor kitchen. I figured it would be a pleasant place for Jasper to recline while I worked.

I pointed to it now. “Relax.”

While the grill heated, I went back to the villa, retrieving glasses and a pitcher of tea. Once he was tied down, I wouldn’t leave his side—for safety