by Marie Harte
“No. We value privacy.”
She hadn’t heard him talk about his family much, and this new side to him—us, we—sounded surprisingly nice. “Do you see them much?”
He nodded. “I try to make trips offworld every few weeks. Or my brothers visit down here. I haven’t seen Mom or Dad in a few months though.” He narrowed his gaze, which slipped from her eyes to her mouth. “I had a special trainee taking a lot of my attention. My brothers are dying to meet the woman who has me in knots.”
“In knots?” I have him in knots?
He cupped her head, threading his fingers through her hair. “Mmm-hmm. Hard, hot and frustrated all the time. I’ve been dying to find a way to get you to break the contract so I could work you out of my system.”
That hurt, but he was honest. “And have you?”
The smile he gave her worried her. A lot of mean was in that grin. “Not even close. It’s going to be years, decades, before I’m tired of you.”
She sucked in a breath, trying to imagine the next twenty years stuck with Roarke Talson. To her immense displeasure, she couldn’t summon a single protest.
“But maybe it’s just that I haven’t been truly satisfied yet. Maybe I need to see if everything I’ve fantasized about is as good as my imagination.” He kissed her, his lips lingering over hers with a sweetness he hadn’t yet shown her. Then he slipped his tongue in her mouth, tasting and teasing. Making her yearn for so much more.
Male contentment and desire twisted and turned until she felt him pulling at her own lusts. He cupped her ass and dragged her against his ceaseless erection. “That’s good. See, look. There’s one of my neighbors now. Tom Ranson, a shipping competitor.” He kissed his way down her neck. “He’s a friend of mine. And we’ve dated a few of the same women. He’d like you a lot. My sexy, fuckable little slave.”
He turned her in his arms, pressing her against the glass with his front against her back. “Don’t move.” He stepped away and she concentrated on trying to lower her body temperature.
She felt on fire, her nipples through her shirt so hard against the cold window, while her loins throbbed, on fire and needing the cool touch of Roarke’s mouth to ease her. God, he’d turned her into a raging nympho. That he had a family he loved, brothers he respected, and a work ethic she adored didn’t help matters. He hadn’t called the police or reported her to the authorities yet either. If he thought making her his sex slave would be a just punishment, she’d happily let him believe the worst.
Because if he knew how much she wanted him, the arrogant bastard might withhold sex just to torture her—and make her want him even more.
“What did you do?” she asked when he came back to her.
He slipped his hands around her shirt and unbuttoned it. But he didn’t take it off her. He unfastened her bra at the front clasp and pushed the garment to either side of her chest, baring her breasts.
“Press against the glass,” he ordered in a whisper. He nipped her earlobe. “I turned off the protective feature before I took off my clothes. Now Tom can see you with me.”
He placed her hands on the glass above her head. “I want him to see you, to know how my beautiful slave reacts when I fuck her, and how she looks when I’m inside her.”
She’d never thought voyeurism might turn her on, but it seemed anything Roarke Talson did excited her. She couldn’t drum up a suitable sense of embarrassment, even when Tom stopped dead in his tracks on the beach and gaped up at them. She didn’t know how much he could see from that distance, but apparently he could see enough. And then he had the nerve to give Roarke a thumbs-up while he watched.
“Roarke. He’s looking right at me.”
He shoved his hand into her pants and cupped her pussy. “I thought you might like it. You have so much fire buried inside you. Just like me. Hard on the surface, hot inside.” He rocked against her and she wished she could see him, naked and aroused.
Roarke had a body men envied. And best of all, he knew how to use it. He bent down to remove her shoes, socks, pants and panties. Leaving her in nothing but her dangling bra and parted shirt, he stepped behind her once more.
“Now bend forward, that’s it. Press those pretty nipples against the glass. Yeah, that’s good. Tom’s watching, isn’t he?”
He was, and he made no qualms about it. Roarke shifted behind her and her nipples brushed the cold glass.
“Oh. That’s… Roarke.”
He spread her ass cheeks and pushed the tip of his cock against her tight hole. “I want to fuck you here. Right now. With Tom watching.”
She didn’t know what to say, and then she didn’t have to. Roarke stepped back, leaving her for a moment. Then his finger was there, at her anus. He felt cold and slick as he rimmed a lubricated digit around her opening.
“Oh, that’s…weird.”
He chuckled. “Weird now. But wait until I’m stretching you, Jamie.” His voice thickened. “Wait until my dick is stretching you. Your ass, your mouth, your cunt. I’ll fill you with cum, on you and in you. You’ll finally belong to me.”
A tremble of masculine lust shook her and she realized she felt Roarke’s desire. She’d never survive his feelings and hers. “Roarke, there’s something happening.”
“I know. Just let it go. Feel it.” He inched his finger inside her ass while he reached around to tug her clit. “Fuck, I want you. I need you, Jamie. You don’t know how much.”
Yet a part of her did. She sensed the full intensity of his desire and it shocked her to know he meant more than the physical, but that emotionally he needed her as well.
His finger inched deeper into her, making her burn while amping her arousal. Up to his knuckle, then deeper. Before he finished, he added another finger, the pain of her body stretching mixed with pleasure as he plucked and massaged her clit.
“I feel full but empty. I need you inside me.” She stared out at their admirer, watching as he watched them. She felt so naughty, doubly so because she’d never had anal sex before, and their voyeur who didn’t show any signs of turning away.
“You’re going to be full pretty soon, honey. Just you wait.” Roarke toyed with her, but she knew it was too soon for him to put that fat cock inside her. “It might sting, but you’ll feel good, I promise. Just cling to me, with your mind.”
Before she could ask what exactly that meant, he removed his fingers and replaced them with something thicker.
“Damn. I’m going to try real hard not to come until I’m buried inside you, but Jamie, I don’t know if I can make it.” He sounded tortured, and she loved knowing he had little control when it came to her.
Roarke pushed slowly, allowing her to adjust as he stretched her virgin flesh. Like his fingers, he’d lubed his cock, and he grunted and groaned while he slid inside her, whispering words of praise and desire. Just when she thought he’d reached his breaking point and would come, he’d stop and start again.
She reacted better than she’d thought she would to the pressure inside her. She didn’t know how she was doing it, but she’d suppressed the pain under a rush of arousal. Heat surrounded her and blazed through her clit, yet she knew the heat she felt was her own around Roarke’s cock.
“We’re tied. You and me, honey. Together. Finally,” he rasped and sank the last inch inside her ass. “Oh fuck. Tom’s jerking off. Never seen him do that before.”
She’d almost forgotten their admirer as Roarke claimed her ass, but as she stared down at the handsome blond masturbating, she felt Roarke move inside her.
She bit her lip. “Oh yes. That feels good.” When he pinched her clit, she jerked, and he rammed back inside her. “Please. Give it to me. Fuck me. Take me, yes.”
Losing herself to sensation, she shoved back against him and he groaned. He let go of her clit and gripped her waist as he slammed in and out of her. Her pussy tried to grip something, but she was empty. Her ass clenched around him, clinging to the tool bringing her such painful pleasure.
“Take it, Ja
mie. Take me. All of me.” He surged one final time and stilled, coming with great gasps as he jetted into her ass.
She jerked and climaxed, prolonging his orgasm.
When she could again think, she noticed Tom conspicuously absent on the beach.
“I think he’s gone.” She sounded hoarse.
And so did Roarke when he finally withdrew. The burn she hadn’t anticipated, but then he swung her into her arms. “I love you.”
Jamie wasn’t sure she’d heard him right. “What?”
He carried her away from the window after turning the switch back on. “I was going to wait, to let you stew for a few months. I’d let you work off your disregard for the rules, and for bashing me in the head. Then I’d confess how I felt. You’d be too happy and in love with me by then to reject me.” He walked them into a luxurious bathroom with a spa tub built for four.
It filled in a few minutes, warm and scented with whatever he threw in the water. While they waited, he watched her.
She said nothing, hoping to believe but afraid none of this was real.
“Dammit, I’m putting myself on the line here. Aren’t you going to say anything?” He glared at her.
Ah, the Talson she knew and…loved. “What should I say?”
He swore. “Shit. I knew it was a mistake to show my hand early. But hell, when the woman you’ve been drooling over for a fucking year lets you make love to her seven ways to Sunday, then lets you ass-fuck her with an audience, a guy can get a little crazy.”
She walked to him, aware of the soreness in her ass. “Oh?”
He hugged her to him, fitting her curves to the hard planes of his body, and stroked her back. “You’re as mean as I am. You work harder than I do. And you know what it is to be loyal.” He tipped her head back. “I’ve never felt so much for anyone before.” Roarke swallowed hard. “Jamie. I know this is sudden. Hell, I’m not even human.”
“Half-human,” she corrected, no longer surprised at the growing love she felt pouring from him.
“But I love you. You might not believe it, but I have nothing but time to prove it.”
“Fine way of showing it. Working me nearly to death.” She tried to frown, but could only manage a grin.
His answering smile made her feel ten feet tall.
“I’ve wanted to be inside you from the moment I saw you. At first it was lust. I thought if I had you, I’d stop thinking about you all the time. But your contract stipulated no sexual interaction. Our company always adheres to the law, that’s why we have such a good reputation.”
“That was part of what drew me to taking your offer.”
“Then it’s a good thing you didn’t know why I took yours. I wanted to fuck you from day one.” He eyed her hunger, and love. “I still do. The only way around the no-sex clause, as I could see it, was to make you break the contract.”
“By getting me to quit.” She nodded, amused and reluctantly impressed by his trickery. “You couldn’t proposition me or harass me without breaking the contract yourself. But if I quit or tried to escape…”
“Exactly. You’ll never know how fucking happy I was when you knocked me over the head with that cheap hunk of wood.” He frowned. “And speaking of which, I don’t think you’ve paid for that crime yet, let alone atoned for trying to smuggle an Otra home.”
“So I’m still your servant until I pay my indentured fee?” she teased, unable to disregard the truth. Roarke Talson loved her.
“For the record,” he said and kissed her, “your debt was paid a long time ago. The contract was just a means of keeping you near.” He tensed against her. “Jamie, seriously, I love you. If you really don’t want to be here with me, I won’t make you. But I don’t want you to go.”
She searched his expression. “You’ll just let me walk out of here without looking back? You won’t try to stop me?”
“I… I…” He clenched his jaw and swore. “Hell no. I want to let you go, but I can’t. Baby, you’re mine and I’m keeping you. Jamie, we’re one. Can’t you feel it?” He held her hands over his heart. “You need space, fine. But don’t leave. Jamie, please don’t.”
To her shock, her tough shipping magnate looked on the verge of tears.
“Oh, Roarke. Don’t be such a baby. I love you too.”
He hugged her so tight she yelped. “Sorry. You won’t regret it. I swear.” He tugged her forward and eased them into the hot bath water.
She let it soothe away her aches. “You know, I never hated you. You annoyed me, aggravated me, and made life hard. But you always looked out for me.”
“Being tough let me keep my distance. How else was I going to hide how much I wanted you? And it wasn’t—isn’t—just lust. We fit, Jamie. We’re the same in so many ways.”
Which made her wonder. “You weren’t really on the verge of crying before, were you?”
He blinked innocently. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re more devious than I am.”
“I prefer the term ruthless. But that crying-on-command thing, my brother Romy taught me that. It got him out of more scrapes with my mother than you’d think possible.”
She sighed and smoothed her hands over his chest. “Will I get to meet them?”
“As soon as I can get us all together.” He took a deep breath. “Jamie, I love you…and I want to marry you.”
She pulled back to look at him. As much as she wanted to shout “Yes, yes, yes,” she couldn’t make it too easy on the man. He’d worked her like a dog for a solid year. “Gee, Roarke. I don’t know. My boss is kind of an asshole. I don’t think he’ll go for his indentured servant being married.”
He groaned. “It’s not all my fault. At first I thought you were some skank on the Block.”
“Hey.”
“I don’t like people who don’t pay their debts. Who don’t even try. But then I came to know the real you.”
“So you worked me to death every damn day.”
He fought a grin; she could see it. “Jamie.” He kissed her on the lips. “Fine. You’re fired.”
“I’m sorry, what?” She cupped her ear.
He muttered something under his breath. “I said I can’t have my future wife working for me. I’ll be the laughing stock of my entire family.”
She felt lightheaded. “You really want me to be your wife?”
“There’s nothing I want more.”
“Even knowing I have criminals for parents? That I have debts?”
“Debts you more than paid off in the first few months you worked for me. Even my father admitted I was being a little too hard on the new assistant manager.”
When she said nothing, he squirmed under her. “Come on, woman. Yes or no?”
Relieved to hear his familiar impatience, everything finally clicked. This was the man she’d fallen in love with. The rough, autocratic giant with a tender heart and loving soul. “Yes, I’ll marry you,” she said in a rush. When his eyes flashed with silver before turning black again, she asked, “Besides the silver eyes and this psychic link between us, do you Otra have any other quirks I need to know about?”
He cradled her on his lap, over an erection growing steadily bigger. “Well, my brothers’ mating habits are slightly different than mine.”
“Mating habits?”
“I’m half Otra, so I’m fine with a traditional marriage, the ring, kids, everything.” He palmed her belly and she flushed with pleasure. “My brothers, on the other hand, are full Otra.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning it takes two to proliferate the species. Two male, one female.”
She blinked. “Really?”
“Really.” His eyes narrowed. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Two men, one woman? Now why would I want that?” She crossed her eyes and he laughed. “I can do kink, anal, some voyeurism, but one of you is enough to drive me crazy. I don’t need another man in my life, not if I’ve got you.”
“Good, because you do. Just
remember, I was your boss first, your husband and partner second. I technically still outrank you.”
“Fine. But don’t think because you finally fired me you’re off the hook. For all that you’ve put me through, you have a year’s worth of groveling to do.”
He lifted her hips and brought her over his cock. She slid down him, impaling herself on his thick flesh.
“Give me a few kids and we’ll call it even.” He kissed her nipple, sucking until she nearly lost her mind.
“Oh, I have a feeling you’re going to be very good at making up.” He worked her clit and turned to her other breast. Male satisfaction entwined with the love filling her deep inside. “Very good.”
About the Author
Marie Harte is a professed bibliophile with an addiction to romance. She’s fond of things that go bump in the night, especially if they happen to be tall, dark and handsome. Life has given her some interesting insights into the male mind. After majoring in English, she spent several years in the Marine Corps, followed by stints in information technology, logistics and the transportation fields. And yes, herding cats is easier then trying to manage truck drivers.
Now a wife, writer and crazy woman with children, she spends most of her time bugging her kids to do their homework while typing with a mad zeal to make deadlines. She’s a multi-published and bestselling author of erotic romance who’s obsessed with email, so feel free to drop her a line.
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