her neck, holding firmly as I pulled her back against me.
“Tell me, dirty girl.”
“Yes. Yes, I was hoping you’d…”
I spun her around, pinned her between my bigger body and the doorjamb. Her jaw went slack, her eyes glazing over.
Yeah, this was what she’d been waiting for. Braelyn needed me to take control because that was what she craved. I’d noticed our interactions were getting hotter, as though she was exploring this new side she’d discovered. Ever since the night in the ballroom, she’d gotten more brazen.
Leaning in close, I bit her lower lip. “Tell. Me.”
“Fuck me,” she rasped, glaring up at me.
“That’s what you need?” Sliding my hands down her neck, I kept going, flattening my palms on her chest.
Braelyn nodded.
“I’m right here. All you have to do is say please and I’ll give you the relief you need.”
Her lips slammed shut, and I knew she was holding back the words. She wanted what I offered as much as she ever had, but she was trying to temper her response to me, to pretend she wasn’t as desperate and eager as I was.
Gripping the thin fabric of her tank top, I jerked, ripping it right down the front. I wasn’t gentle, but Braelyn didn’t want gentle. She was a wildcat, craved rough, dirty sex, and admittedly, I’d refrained somewhat, not wanting to push too hard.
“Oh, God,” she sighed, the words tinged with lust.
With my eyes still locked with hers, I grabbed the bikini top, yanked down so her firm breasts lifted over the cups. My fingers went to her nipples, pinching and twisting, applying just enough pain to have her eyes glazing over, her mouth opening once more.
“Unbutton the shorts, dirty girl,” I demanded, continuing to torment her nipples.
And that right there … that was the moment I knew she didn’t need me to refrain. She needed me to unleash on her.
Her eyes flashed with heat, but she only hesitated for a moment before her hands were moving, her shorts loosening.
“Push them down.”
She did.
“Bikini bottoms, too.”
She followed my instructions, then stepped out of them, leaving her naked from the waist down.
Applying more pressure to her nipples, I held still, leaned in. “Say please, dirty girl. Say it now.”
“Please,” she whimpered.
Without wasting a second, I went to my knees before her, lifting one leg up and draping it over my shoulder as I spread her pussy lips wide. I let her desperate moans fuel me as I devoured her cunt, licking, sucking, flicking. I continued as she begged and pleaded, her hands gripping my hair as she rode my face like a wild woman.
And when I sucked her clit between my lips and thrust two fingers into her slick heat, my sweet, dirty girl came so beautifully, I knew she was the one I would spend the rest of my life with.
FORTY
Braelyn
I couldn’t believe how much I wanted this man, how hot he made me with a simple look or a heated word.
He’d brought out a side of me I hadn’t even known I had. And more importantly, he seemed to encourage that side of me, like it even.
I’d begun to crave the incredible sensations he plied me with simply by taking control, dominating my body with such ease. I’d never met a man who could break me down and build me back up at the same time. No one except for Talon. He could treat me like a dirty slut and still make me feel like a queen at the same time.
Now that my orgasm had receded, the desire hadn’t waned. It was still banked, the embers glowing hot even though the flame had died down.
Talon stood tall, pressing his much larger body against me, pinning me to the doorjamb. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I leaned into him. “I hoped you weren’t.”
“You like this? When I treat you like a dirty little slut?”
I inhaled sharply as those sparks turned to flame again. This was the Talon I’d fallen in love with, the one I—
Oh, crap.
I’d gone and done it. Fallen in love with him.
When had that happened?
As though he’d heard my admission, he stepped back, met my gaze, and the next thing I knew, he was stripping me bare. My shirt and bikini top hit the ground with the rest of my clothes, then Talon picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder before he commanded the lights off in his office and carried me—naked—through the office.
He’d obviously done it on purpose, because we both knew the loft in