didn’t want to look away. In fact, I wanted to watch this erotic encounter, and I wanted to feel that twisty feeling in my belly and the tightening between my legs that signified I was turned on by the actions taking place.
Yes.
Me.
Turned on by watching.
I found it intensely erotic to watch the dark-haired man kneeling before Talon, sucking his cock with such fervor. The look on the submissive’s face was one of pure elation, signifying he enjoyed what he was doing. And based on the way Talon was watching him do it … well, there was definitely a connection there.
Another part of me was disappointed with myself. In the fact that I’d gotten so caught up in my physical attraction to Talon that I hadn’t considered this thing with his submissives was really a thing. Serious. Intimate. Perhaps even loving. He’d been so blasé about what they did for him, it never even crossed my mind that they had an emotional connection.
Teach me to jump to conclusions.
I glanced down the narrow hallway that led back to the room where I’d left Ransom. I should probably return there, or maybe go in search of where the others were. Talon had said there were several more people on this flight, but I’d yet to see anyone except for Talon, his submissives, and my brother.
Before I could make up my mind on which direction to go, the door to Talon’s room swung open all the way, and then I was face to chest with the larger-than-life man.
“Miss Bishop.”
I swallowed and made an attempt to meet his gaze, praying he wouldn’t see the guilt in my eyes. I figured it was broadcast all over my face.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.”
Talon glanced behind him, then back to me. “You didn’t. Did you get a chance to speak with your brother?”
“I did, yes. He’s not feeling well. The doctor was going to see him.”
Talon stepped into the hall, stopping directly in front of me. I was forced to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact. I noticed there wasn’t an ounce of guilt on his face, and I felt even worse. Why would he feel guilty? He was in his private bedroom with his submissives. They had every right to be … doing what they had been doing. I was the one in the wrong, the one who’d been intruding.
“What’s on your mind, Miss Bishop?”
“Nothing,” I said on instinct.
Once more, Talon pinned me with that knowing stare, the one that reflected his disapproval.
“I’m hungry,” I blurted.
At least it was the truth. Not the whole truth, but it was a start.
“Perhaps you’d like to get dressed prior to joining the others.”
Dressed?
“I’ve had some of your things put away,” Talon noted.
Things? What was he talking about?
“Clothing,” he clarified, a smirk forming on his mouth. “In my closet.”
Ah. Right.
Probably shouldn’t greet the others in only a robe. Heaven knows what conclusions they would jump to if I did.
“Thank you.”
The smile Talon gifted me with made me want to say more, but there was nothing left to say, so I moved past him and into his bedroom. I noticed Rolphe and Auberon were once again kneeling, their hands clasped in their laps, heads tilted down.
I probably should’ve found it strange that they were doing that, but I didn’t. I knew enough about the lifestyle from Ransom and from my own brief stint into Domination and submission to understand that some Dominants had protocols that they expected to be followed. Based on their reactions to Talon, I could only assume he had plenty.
I continued to the bathroom, fighting the images of what they’d been doing earlier as I went in search of my clothes. When I stepped into the walk-in closet, the lights came on automatically, brightening the dark wood that housed Talon’s clothing.
Hanging from one of the bars were several outfits I didn’t recognize. Certainly not my things like Talon had said. Then again, I had abandoned everything I owned in favor of saving myself. I skimmed the assortment of skirts, blouses, leggings, and oversized lightweight sweaters very similar to what I tended to wear. And yes, it was a little odd that his selections mirrored my own considering he didn’t know me. Maybe Ransom had told him? But when could he have?
Opening the drawer beneath, I was hoping to find panties and bras but came up empty. I searched another drawer. The same.
It wasn’t until a throat cleared behind me that I turned to see Talon