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Orion shifted her slightly and rose to his full height. The
island might have been made specifically to facilitate their coupling. On it,
she was the perfect height, and her parted thighs welcomed him. Her wet pussy
opened to his cock as he thrust the head inside her. Out of instinct, she
tensed at the unaccustomed girth, but he allowed no quarter. As Orion pushed
inside her, demanding but never hurting, she relaxed and accepted each inch he
offered. At some point, when he was buried deeply inside her, with the walls of
her pussy clenching around him, she met his gaze. The raw, blazing desire was
so intense that it should have frightened her. Instead, his naked need excited
her. No man had ever reduced her to a primitive creature driven solely on
impulse—until Orion. As she met each thrust of his hips, matching his pace, her
brain resonated with the knowledge that this was more than sex. On some deeper
level, they were forging an unbreakable bond. Desire fueled their frenzied
mating, but it was definitely about more than physical sensation.

When they came together, his cock convulsing inside her
pussy, his semen filling her, she knew she belonged to Orion. Not just right
then, but forever. She was his. It might have frightened her if she didn’t have
equal conviction that he belonged to her just as much. “Mine,” she growled,
amazed at how much her voice sounded like a wild animal’s. Natalie clenched her
thighs around his hips, forcing him deeper yet, and holding him inside her as
her sheath contracted, milking the last of his release. “Mine,” she said again.
He didn’t speak, but his eyes reflected the same message.
Mine. Forever.

Chapter Four

The eggs were a lost cause. At some point, the smoke and
acrid smell of them burning penetrated their hazy afterglow, and they
separated. Natalie scrambled off the island and rushed to the stove to lift the
skillet, turn off the burner and drop the mess into the sink. Cold water
sizzled when it met the hot cookware, eliciting a cloud of smoke. Coughing, she
turned away from the sink in time to see Orion turning on a huge exhaust fan
with a switch on the wall. The fan sucked all the smoke to the ceiling and into
the vents within minutes, leaving just a faint stench behind.

With that crisis narrowly averted, they stared at each other
without speaking. Natalie dropped her gaze, feeling awkward now that the sex
was over. It had been earth-shattering, had rocked her to the core and had her
thinking some very emotional thoughts at the end. How did she get past that to
pretend everything was normal? It wasn’t possible to pick up the threads of
their dog food conversation and go on as if they hadn’t just made wild, passionate
love on the kitchen island.

He moved first, coming back to her. Natalie sighed with
relief when he took her into his arms. This embrace offered only support,
demanding nothing. “Thank you,” he said.

She lifted her cheek from his chest to look up at him,
confused. “You’re welcome?”

Orion smiled. “I have never experienced anything like that.”

Natalie arched a brow. “You’re a virgin?”

He laughed. “No, and you know that’s not what I meant.”

“Yes,” she confirmed, an ember of happiness sparking to life
in her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

“No woman has ever…well, it’s never been like that before.”

“For me neither.” Natalie made the confession against his
chest, unable to meet his gaze, for fear of revealing the intensity of her
emotions. What had started as an attraction had cemented into something much
more substantial with the exchange of their bodies. She couldn’t face him if he
didn’t feel the same way. If he rejected her, or even worse, pitied her for
loving him, she couldn’t handle that right then. Her emotions were still too
raw after their heated lovemaking and the emotional epiphany it had catalyzed.

“I wish I could take you back to my room and make love to
you all day.”

Her stomach quaked at the idea. “Sounds delicious.” Natalie
managed to lift her head, feeling slightly more composed.

“Unfortunately, I have several appointments I can’t
reschedule.” Orion lowered his head to kiss her briefly before continuing.

Natalie sighed, easily thinking of at least three very
important clients he couldn’t afford to inconvenience. “I know.”

“It’s going to be difficult to get through the day, knowing
what will be waiting for me when work ends.” He cupped her breast, gliding his
thumb over her nipple. It hardened at his touch, though she winced from some
lingering sensitivity. “So hard.” He arched against her and she couldn’t
mistake his erect cock for anything else.

“Maybe we can squeeze in a quickie between appointments.”
Natalie tried to make the suggestion sound light, but there was definitely an
audible tinge of hope underlying the words.

Orion shook his head. “No, because you are not going in to
work today.”

Natalie frowned. “What?”

“I want you to rest. You’ve been through a lot.”

She took a step back, making no attempt to hide her
displeasure. “I’m perfectly fine. You don’t think I’m some weak little thing
who faints at the drop of a hat, do you?”

Orion blinked. “No, of course not. I just want you to rest
up and take care of yourself.” His voice lowered an octave. “I want you
well-rested for tonight.”

Her hands found purchase on her hips. “My job is to act as
your personal assistant. I’m not going to let all this get in the way of doing
my job.”

His eyes narrowed. “All what?”

“Those killers, being displaced from my home, sex.” She
faltered on the last word for a second and paused to gather her wits. “I am not
going to let everything in my life go off-kilter. I want to feel normal, and a
normal day involves me working.”

His expression had started out dark, but gradually lightened
as she spoke. Orion appeared reluctant when he nodded. “Fine, you win. If you’d
rather slave away in the office than spend the day lounging around, it’s your
choice.”

“I just want to be with you,” she said in a throaty voice,
knowing she revealed more than intended with the words, but unable to call them
back.

Orion embraced her again. “I want that too.” Lucy pushed in
between at that moment, sniffing both of them. “It seems like Lucy wants the
same thing.”

Natalie let out a small laugh. “No, she just wants her
breakfast.”

Orion groaned as Natalie knelt down in front of his chair.
The kisses they had shared all morning had left her lips swollen, making them
all the more desirable. Passion painted her cheeks a rosy pink and her eyes
gleamed with enthusiasm for her self-appointed task. From his vantage point
above her, he could clearly see down her pearl-pink blouse, unbuttoned halfway
down her stomach. The demure white bra binding her gorgeous breasts played
havoc with his ability to focus on the task at hand. Not that he had to do much.
She had insisted on reciprocating and was now on her knees, prepared to do just
that.

The door wasn’t even locked. It wasn’t like him to behave so
irresponsibly, but when she came near him, he couldn’t help himself. At the
moment, it was all he could do to grasp the arms of his chair and sit still
while she undid his leather belt. Her hands brushed against his cock as it
strained against his slacks, eager for release, and he stiffened further still.
She was inspiring him to new heights, while stretching the boundaries of his
patience.

Natalie seemed to be in no hurry as she worked his zipper
and button to part the material. He sucked a ragged breath through his teeth
when she ran her fingernails down the length of his cock through his briefs.
Her touch was electric and he had to tamp down the wolf side of his nature that
urged him to slide out of the chair, join her on the floor and mount her from
behind.

“When I first saw him this morning, he scared me.” Natalie
smiled up at him as she took his cock from his underwear. She cupped his
erection. “He’s so big.”

Orion had to remind himself he was too old to blush. Her
words were just sweet nothings, designed to make him hotter still. They were
working. He couldn’t resist the urge to thrust into her hand.

She licked her lips in a provocative fashion that almost
snipped his last thread of self-control. With fascination, he watched her lick
her palm, her adorable pink tongue hinting at the pleasures awaiting him as she
swirled it around her thumb. He couldn’t tear his gaze from her hand as she
brought it back to his cock. Dry, her hand had felt good, but wet it seemed to
directly ignite each one of his nerve endings. “Natalie.” Her name was husky
when he spoke due to her sliding her hand up and down his shaft. When she
touched the bundle of nerves at the V of his head with her moist thumb, his
nails dug into the chair. “Stop this.”

Natalie ignored the command. She continued to massage his
shaft with her palm, while rubbing that special spot with her thumb. There
wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she was trying to kill him. Slowly, by means of
sexual torture, she was going to do away with him. “Please.” It humbled him to
ask, but his gruff tone probably masked that. He hoped. “Stop teasing me.”

“Payback.” She licked her lips again, deliberately wetting
her lower lip. A drop of saliva glistened on the very center and his groin
ached when he pictured lifting her onto his lap to lick it off. Her soft body
would conform to his perfectly as he sank deep inside her tight pussy. His
hands clenched as he imagined cupping her buttocks to surge deeper into her
before spending some quality time caressing her breasts. His cock spasmed in
reaction to his imaginings and it took every shred of self-discipline not to
come right then.

No, he was wrong. As Natalie put her hot mouth around him,
her tongue tracing his corona before zeroing in on the super-sensitive spot her
thumb had first found, he knew he was now exerting every bit of control not to
come like a virgin getting oral sex for the first time. “Oh, that—” he broke
off as his door swung open and Natalie tensed under the desk. Automatically, he
scooted his chair closer to the desk, forcing her into the cramped space
underneath. “Dan, you’re early.” What the hell was his client doing here, just
barging into his office, ten minutes early? Right then, he didn’t care if Dan
was one of his best clients for whom he managed a multimillion-dollar
portfolio. He wanted to tell him to get out—especially since Natalie’s mouth
was still around his cock.

“Hope you don’t mind. Susie wants to head back to the ranch
early. She’s waiting at the airport with the plane.” Dan’s slight Southern
twang lent him an uneducated air upon first acquaintance, though that was
completely false. His acumen and intelligence had made him incredibly wealthy
before he was Orion’s age. It had also allowed him and his wife to retire to an
animal rescue ranch located on their own island.

It occurred to Orion that Dan and Natalie would probably get
along well, with their common love of animals. If she weren’t crouched under
the desk, giving him head, he would have mentioned their mutual interests. “Of
course not. Have a seat.”

Dan crossed the distance of the office and Orion was aware
of Natalie tensing. Her mouth tightened around his flesh as she did so, making
him groan.

“You all right?” asked Dan as he took a seat.

“Oh, um, fine.” He stretched his arms. “I’m just a little
stiff. Guess I’ve been sitting behind the desk too long.”

Dan nodded. “Come up to the ranch for a weekend. We’ll make
sure you get plenty of fresh air and exercise.” He cast a glance around the
office. “Where’s that pretty secretary of yours? You can bring her along.”

“At lunch.” Orion managed not to cry out or moan when
Natalie began sucking his cock, bobbing her head to work the length of him.
Obviously, she intended to complete her mission, despite Dan’s arrival.
Somehow, Orion would have to get through the experience without humiliating
himself or losing a client. When Dan left, he was going to turn Natalie over
his knee and spank the plump, sweet cheeks of her ass until they glowed pink.
The mental image did nothing to help him maintain control and he did his best
not to think about it, or what Natalie was doing to him, as he led Dan through
an update of his portfolio.

A few minutes in, halfway through a breakdown of Dan’s
current international stocks, Natalie concentrated her efforts on sucking his
head. The wet confines of her mouth, wrapped so snugly around his cock, proved
to be his undoing, especially when she gripped the base of his cock to pump his
length, while judiciously applying a perfect amount of pressure to the spot she
knew brought him the most pleasure. His buttocks clenched and every muscle in
his body tensed as his cock convulsed, spilling the culmination of his arousal
inside her mouth. He filled her with several spurts of satisfaction, but she
never flinched or broke away. “Uh…” God, what had he been saying?

“What do you expect the long-term growth of the Pacific
funds to be?”

Dan didn’t seem to think he was acting strangely and the
question prompted Orion, helping him remember the thread of the conversation.
Somehow, he managed to finish the last few minutes of the meeting and part ways
with his client without losing composure. Natalie hadn’t made it any easier by
holding his semi-hard cock in her mouth and flicking her tongue across the tip
in an effort to prolong his orgasm.

As soon as the door closed behind Dan, Orion shoved back his
seat to confront an unapologetic Natalie. She dared to giggle. Droplets of his
come remained on his shaft, and he buried a hand in her hair to pull her
forward. “Clean me up.”

Instead of pulling away or refusing the task, she attacked
him with vigor, thoroughly cleaning him, while renewing his erection in the process.
When she was done, Natalie sat on her heels and smiled up at him. Despite the
pose, her posture suggested anything but submission. “Anything else?”