Soft.
She was so fucking soft, my hands gliding over all those glorious curves starting with the rounded globes of her lovely ass, up over her hips, higher. I paused to cup her breasts, lightly brushing my thumbs over her pebbled nipples.
Sweet.
She tasted so damn sweet, her tongue languidly moving against mine, her fingers teasing the nape of my neck. Again, I found kissing her was the highlight of my day and wondered why I’d tortured myself by staying away.
Warm.
Her skin was warm and smelled like lavender and musk, a sexy scent that was unique to her. It gave me an idea for a new perfume, one that I would have made specifically for her.
“You’ve been busy today,” she said, tilting her head as I trailed my lips along her jaw.
“Too busy,” I admitted. “Because this is where I wanted to be.”
“Mmm.” Her lips found mine, her tongue teasing briefly before I took over the kiss once more.
When I shifted my lips back to her neck, she mumbled softly, “Do you have more work to do?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Then what’re we waiting for?” Her hands slid beneath my drenched T-shirt, pushing it higher. I paused long enough to drag it over my head, dumping it onto the floor.
Her gaze snagged on the key I kept on a leather strap around my neck, but she didn’t ask about it. Instead, she started working the button on my jeans, so I kissed her again, inhaling her this time, heat churning not only from the water but now from the fire she ignited in my blood. I hadn’t been lying when I told her this was my new addiction. Kissing her, feeling her soft tongue gliding against mine, hearing those sweet whimpers as she attempted to get closer. It was the only thing I could think about.
Last night, after we’d shared an uneventful yet delightful dinner on the veranda overlooking the ocean, I’d managed to keep my hands to myself. Mostly. It hadn’t been easy not taking her to my bed last night, spending long hours devouring every inch of her, but I’d managed. I’d promised myself I would slow things down, and I considered my self-restraint a tremendous feat.
But that restraint had dried up the instant I saw her, and right now, the only thing I wanted was to be inside her, to feel the tight clasp of her pussy milking my cock.
When Braelyn freed my cock from the soaked denim, I pulled back, shoving the jeans down my legs while her hands caressed up her body, pausing to cup her breasts.
Fuck me. She was sensational.
“Don’t stop,” I encouraged as I kicked my jeans aside, taking my cock in hand, stroking firmly.
“I’d rather be touching you,” she said boldly, reaching for me.
I watched as she stroked me from root to tip, her pale fingers a striking contrast against my blood-engorged shaft.
I placed my hand over hers, tightening her fist, increasing the friction as she slid up and down my length. When she looked up at me, I brushed my thumb over her lower lip. Braelyn surprised me, sucking my thumb into her mouth.
“Dirty girl.” I tightened my fingers around hers, increased the pace of her hand.
There was such innocence in her amber eyes, but there was an undeniable passion. So much heat.
She released my thumb, running her tongue along the seam of her lips, and I was tempted to urge her to her knees, to watch as my dick disappeared into the blistering heat of her mouth. The only reason I didn’t was because I knew I wouldn’t last, and hearing her come while I was buried balls deep was the only thing that mattered.
I kissed her again, releasing her hand as I jerked her into me, gripping her ass and holding her tightly. She whimpered, her fingers sliding into my hair, and I knew I was a goner. This woman had lured me under her spell, and I didn’t think she even realized it.
Before she could torment me any more, I pulled back, spun her around.
Braelyn moaned when I forcefully planted her hands on the glass, pressing up against her back, my cock sliding between the smooth rounded curves of her ass.
“You like being on display, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, undulating her hips.
“Don’t move them,” I commanded, sliding my hands down her arms, her sides, her hips.
“You want people to watch while I make you come?”
Another moan.
Too bad no one was on the beach at the moment. Had they been, they’d be getting one hell of a show.
“Tell me, dirty girl.” I grazed my fingers over her mound.
“Yes.” Her legs parted, giving me access to her silky heat. “I want them to watch.”
When she dropped her head back against my shoulder, I dipped two fingers inside of her, felt the tight clasp of her pussy.
“Talon…”
I removed my fingers, circled her clit. Slowly at first, then faster, enjoying her soft whimpers.
Tipping my head down, I nipped her earlobe. “I need to fuck you.”
She moaned loudly this time, her hand reaching back, sliding over my neck.
“On the glass,” I demanded, reminding her of my earlier instruction.
She did as she was told.
“Please, Talon…” Another whimper as I continued to press firmly on her clit.
“Beg me, dirty girl. I fucking love when you beg.”
“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Oh, God. I need you to fuck me.”
Smiling with satisfaction, I pulled her hips back so she was bending forward, making it easier for me to align my cock with her tight sheath.
“Spread your legs,” I growled softly.
When she did, I guided my cock to her welcoming entrance, pushing in slowly, exhaling as pleasure consumed me, her warm, wet pussy enveloping me inch by inch. I ground my teeth together, fighting the urge to ram into her. Being inside her was the only place I wanted to be right now, but I reminded myself this wasn’t a race.
Braelyn adjusted her stance, leaning forward, pushing her ass against me as I bent my knees and fucked her. Out in front of us was the clear blue water glittering in the sunlight, the blinding white sand, and nothing else.
“I can’t help myself,” I informed her, pumping my hips.
She glanced back over her shoulder and smiled. “Then don’t.”
I had to wonder if she knew what she was doing. Tempting the beast was a very dangerous thing.
*
Braelyn
I’d decided there was no better feeling in the world than Talon’s touch.
His hands, his mouth.
Truth was, I’d been waiting to feel him again, secretly wishing he would abandon work in favor of spending even a few minutes with me. Perhaps that made me pathetic, I wasn’t sure, but it hadn’t lessened the frequency of the fantasies I’d had throughout the day as I’d luxuriated in the amenities and quietly dreamed about him.
Being near him, with him, was the most sensual experience of my life. He made me feel as though I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Having just a fraction of his attention on me was overwhelming, so this … this was heaven.
And here I’d thought the shower had been a decadent assault on the senses, the exposure from the glass, the view of the ocean, the endless water raining down on me. But even the sunlight bouncing off the ocean didn’t hold a candle to the magnificent feel of Talon filling me so completely, driving me closer and closer to what I knew was going to be a mind-shattering release.
The way his fingertips dug into my hips was driving me mad. There was no pain, but I was completely aware of how tightly he was holding me, how deeply he was penetrating me. Like the first time, there was a desperation to our joining, an unquenchable need we were fighting to sate just like this … the two of us together.
Talon was holding back, I could feel it, but I needed more. I needed him to take me the way he had yesterday. When he’d ridden that fine edge of violence, unable to control himself. It was how I felt whenever I thought about him.
“Harder,” I pleaded, rasping out the word as the breath was driven out of me with
every deliciously punishing thrust.
His hips pumped faster but not harder.
“Talon … oh, God … make me come. Make—”
He stopped suddenly, his arm sliding around my waist as he pulled me back, off my feet. I giggled, holding tight to his arm as he moved backward. Seconds later, he was seated on the wide, tiled bench. His hands were rough as he pushed me away, spun me around, jerked me back. I was suddenly straddling his thighs, then impaled on his cock in one vicious thrust that had me crying out in exquisite pleasure as I came.
I’d never known sex could be so intense, so satisfying.
I took over, chasing another release as I got my footing, lifting and dropping onto him, a manageable pleasure/pain blooming every time. He was so big, so thick, filling me to the point of near discomfort, but it was worth it. I ignored it, unwilling to stop. This was absolute perfection, a rush I craved.
Talon readjusted so his ass rested on the very edge of the bench, his knees wide as he held me to him, lodged deep inside me.
“Legs around me.”
I shifted, loving how good he felt inside me as I situated my legs behind him on the bench.
“Fuck yes,” he hissed, jerking me forward, driving in deeper.
He took over for a moment, bouncing me on his lap, fucking me from underneath. Always in control. Always.
It was phenomenal, but it wasn’t enough, so I shifted, taking over once more, using my ankles on the bench to pull me forward, ease back, my fingernails digging into the thick muscles of his shoulders.
When I was winded, Talon readjusted again, putting my feet back on the floor and inching forward again.
“Fuck me,” he growled, his gray eyes blazing with a hunger I’d never witnessed before, his hands gripping my breasts firmly, plucking my nipples every so often. “Don’t stop. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
I loved the wildness I sensed in him, as though he was coming apart at the seams the same way I was. It made my belly flutter even as I coiled tightly, the impending release building until I thought I’d shatter into brilliant fragments of light.
A rumble started in his chest, the vibrations cutting through me until I couldn’t contain myself. I clenched around him, my orgasm so powerful I screamed, throwing my arms around his neck as every muscle in my body tensed.
Talon did the same, banding his arms around me as he drove up into me one final time, that rumble escaping him through clenched teeth.
And then there we were, hanging on to one another, our labored breaths loud enough to rival the sound of the rushing water still raining down around us.
Figuring he was holding on to me because I was holding on to him, I let my arms fall, intending to pull back, but Talon didn’t let go. Something warm filled my insides when he buried his face in my neck, still holding me while I slumped bonelessly against him.
I had no idea what was going on between us, but I did know it was powerful. So much so, I had to wonder whether or not we would survive this.
A few minutes passed, my heartbeat returning to a normal rhythm. When Talon’s arms loosened, I pulled back, still impaled on his cock. I realized then he was still hard, and I briefly wondered if he’d come or if it was just my imagination.
“Don’t move,” he whispered before he leaned in and kissed me. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I smiled against his mouth, but it fell away as my eyes rolled back when he began to rock his hips gently. Every nerve ending inside me came to life again.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be done with you,” he said, his words spoken so softly they barely registered.
Content to stay right there, I rocked on top of him, the friction causing mind-numbing sensation to bloom into a delicious heat, this time building slowly, sweetly. It was an amazing feeling, being held like this, kissed like this. And while I never wanted it to stop, I felt something else, something that scared me.
If I wasn’t careful, I would fall for this man, and where would that leave me?
Talon gave me no time to ponder that when he stood, holding me to him as he barked a command for the shower to turn off, the automated system handling it for us.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, held on as he carried me out of the shower, through the bathroom, and into the bedroom. He eased me onto the bed, our bodies separating only long enough for him to move over me, his hands braced on the bed on each side of my head. He took over from there, our eyes locked as he filled me again, slowing his pace to near excruciating. My skin began to tingle, my nipples pebbling as I felt the electric current reignite, getting stronger with every passing second.
“Come for me again,” he commanded, his gray eyes dark with passion. “Let me feel you come, Braelyn.”
My name on his lips was what did me in. It solidified the connection, at least for me.
Throwing my head back, I let the waves crash through me.
This time, when he came, when he filled me so completely, it was with my name on his lips.
And my heart in the palm of his hand.
TWENTY-THREE
TALON
It would’ve been easy to shirk my responsibilities and stay in bed with Braelyn for the rest of the afternoon. Too easy.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t the sort of man who could ignore pressing matters, so I forced myself out of her bed, kissed her gently, then padded naked out of her room, leaving her soft and warm in that rumpled bed while I took a detour to grab dry clothes before returning to my office to finalize a few details and confirm the fires had been put out.
I tied off loose ends with my Zafiro staff, reviewed and signed off on the seven Owners we’d welcome tomorrow morning, and listened to three voicemails from Trent Ramsey, who, growing increasingly angry with every message, demanded I returned his call, before venturing over to the Owners’ Retreat to check on the three new possessions we’d acquired.
“Any issues?” I asked Gideon and Memphis when I joined them in the resort’s intimate yet spacious dining room.
Both men had finished their dinners, their empty plates sitting in front of them, both nursing beers.
“All three have been catalogued and are put away for the evening,” Gideon explained.
“Plans for the week?” I inquired as I took a seat at their table, motioning for Auberon to bring me a beer.
Gideon was quick to walk me through the initial plans to integrate them into the training program, who was assigned to which trainer, and so forth.
“How’d the others do?” I asked. “Any disruption to their routine due to my request?”
A smile curved Gideon’s full lips. “Not at all. We run a tight ship, boss. All’s well.”
“It’s going to be a busy week.”
Memphis nodded. “That it is. Zion informed us he’s got three additional trainers coming in.”
“Yes. That should be enough. Just assign possessions to various tasks related to caring for the guests, and I think we’ll do fine.”
“It’ll help,” Gideon agreed. “I plan to have them manage the new possessions while we work with each Owner and their potential possession.”
“Twelve possibilities?” I asked. While an Owner was only permitted to acquire one possession at a time, they tended to entertain more than one during the selection process.
“Correct. Three I see as pretty much guaranteed,” he said after taking a pull on his beer. “Two of the Owners are returning for a second time, one of whom I don’t see making a final decision this go around, either.”
I knew exactly who he was referring to and I agreed. It wasn’t rare for Owners to be discriminating. After all, they paid a pretty penny to acquire the perfect possession.
“I might be overstepping,” Memphis prefaced, “but is there any word on what Ransom’s role will be here?”
I leaned back, took a drink. “I want him to take his time adapting. I figure it’ll be a month or two before he finds his footing. Ultimately, I’d like him to take on the role as chief operations off
icer.”
Memphis was the one who seemed surprised, but I knew that was because he was well-versed in the world of executive management. Being that he was currently the chief marketing officer for a large technology company, he understood what that role would entail.
“Interesting selection. I thought Tiegan was slated for that role.”
I grinned at Memphis. “I’ve got another proposition in the works regarding that.”
“I assume my role will remain the same?” Gideon asked, glancing back and forth between me and Memphis.
“It will. I only ask that you start keeping him up to date on what’s going on and look to him when you have pressing matters. You can still come to me as needed. Ransom’ll be a good addition to the team, but I want it on his terms.”
Both men muttered agreements.
“What about you?” I asked Memphis directly. “Any prospects?”
I could see his disappointment, knew Memphis was no closer to choosing a possession than he’d been when he arrived three months ago.
A dark-skinned, bald black man with eyes so dark the pupil blended with the iris, Memphis Ward was one of those who caused you to do a double take when you caught him at a glance. He had a hard face thanks to the narrow ridge of his brow and the sharp jawline. But the combination made him appealing in a way not many bald men were. He was compact and bulky, no more than five foot seven, and two hundred pounds of solid muscle. Memphis had a penchant for fair-skinned females, and while he assisted with the male possessions, he was strictly heterosexual.
“I’m going to change things up this week,” I informed both men, though I kept my eyes on Memphis. “I’m restructuring your focus.”
He watched me intently, clearly waiting for additional information.
I glanced at Gideon. “You’ll be without Memphis, so I expect you to reassign his possessions so they’re managed by one of the visiting trainers.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
I nodded at Gideon. “Could you give us a minute?”
Gideon glanced at Memphis then back to me before he got to his feet. “I’ll go work out the training schedule for the others.”
When Memphis and I were alone, I motioned Auberon to bring two more beers, gave Memphis a moment because I knew he had something to say.
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