Owned (Office Intrigue Book 8) by Nicole Edwards (bill gates book recommendations txt) 📕

on display. Using her index finger, she pulled back the hood concealing her clit. I took over, using my thumb, loving her sharp inhale as the cool air caressed her sensitive flesh.

Once more, I squatted down in the water, a move that brought me eye level with her pussy. I could smell her arousal, a musky scent that had my dick throbbing, my balls tightening.

Lifting my gaze to hers, I leaned in and lightly speared her vagina before dragging my tongue upward to tease her clit.

Braelyn’s eyes remained locked between her thighs where my tongue continued to explore. I feasted on her, loving the way her chest began to rise and fall rapidly, my name escaping her lips every so often as she urged me to continue. I wasn’t looking to make her come. Not yet. I wanted Braelyn to remember this, to think about it later, when she was alone, when she was fighting this thing between us. Because there was something here, and it was high time we accepted it.

“Talon… oh, God.” Her head tipped back, her hips rocking forward.

I pulled my lips away, using my thumb to fondle her clit. “Watch me, Braelyn.”

“It’s too much,” she whimpered.

“Watch me,” I demanded.

Her head leveled, her eyes opening.

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes, please.” Her chest expanded, another moan escaping. “Please make me come.”

“When I do, I’m going to fuck you,” I warned.

Braelyn nodded.

Leaning forward, I blew air against her clit, waited until she was writhing again. I drew her clit between my lips, flicked the swollen bundle of nerves with my tongue. My eyes remained on her face as she cried out, begging me to make her come. I refrained because I wanted to, wanted to hear her eager pleas as the pleasure lashed at her, had her writhing in an attempt to assuage the ache. I continued to work her, my body hardening as she gasped and moaned, whimpered and cursed, until finally she exploded, my name a startled cry on her lips as her back bowed and she grabbed on to the ledge for support.

God, she was beautiful.

I didn’t wait for her to come down from the sensual high. I surged to my feet, gripped her hips, and pulled her to the edge of the ledge. She was at the perfect height for me to plunge deep inside. With one hand on her hip, the other on my dick, I pushed into her silky heat until the thick head disappeared. Then I shoved my hips forward, driving into her in one punishing thrust.

“Talon!”

“Hold on to me,” I commanded.

Her arms circled my neck, allowing me to band one arm around her back as I held her still. There was nothing sweet about this coupling. I simply needed to mark her as mine, to claim her in a way she’d never been claimed before. It was a necessary evil, one I wasn’t exactly proud of but refused to deny.

Damn, she was tight. Her pussy squeezed and clenched, drawing me into the hot depths of her body. I fucked her ruthlessly, pulling out, slamming in. Again and again, I punished us both with the delicious friction of my cock sheathed by the tight clasp of her cunt.

The sound of our harsh breaths echoed in the cavernous space, her soft moans mingling with my deep grunts as our bodies sought the pleasure the other offered.

“Come for me, Braelyn.” It wasn’t so much a request as it was a need. I wanted to feel her pussy clench around me as she gave herself over to orgasm.

While she held tight to my neck, I gripped her hips, held her still, and drilled her with a barely restrained fury. Hard, fast, deep.

“Talon … I’m…” Braelyn cried out, the sweet sound of her climax coalescing with the way her pussy clamped down on my cock.

I thrust in harder, plunged deeper. Once, twice. On the third time, I jerked her forward, impaling her so I was buried as deep as I could go. My cock erupted, my balls emptying as I filled her, a low growl rumbling from my chest.

As I held her, those long legs wrapped around my hips, I was already plotting when and where I was going to have her again.

Because I would.

Starting now, I was going to have Braelyn in every way possible.

THIRTY-ONE

Tuesday, January 5, 2021

Braelyn

Several hours later, when I woke up, the first thing I noticed before I even opened my eyes was that I was surrounded by Talon’s distinct woodsy scent. I might’ve smiled as I inhaled, breathing him in, inviting the intoxicating rush as I remembered what we’d done in the swimming pool, recalling how exhausted I’d been when he brought me into the house.

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