6. Jensen

Jensen looked down in horror at Talia. Immediately, he pulled away. He couldn't do this—Christ, he'd forced a virgin onto a fucking Sybian until she was screaming out her orgasm.

But Talia held on tight, locking her legs around his hips to keep them joined. "Wait," she whispered, struggling to keep a hold of him. "Please. Don't ruin my first time."

"I wouldn't have touched you if I'd known you were a virgin, Talia." He'd have paid the auction price and escorted her straight out of Lux itself.

"Just stop moving. Please."

Reluctantly, he stopped trying to retreat. Loosing a breath, he let his forehead rest against hers. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Her long red hair spilled onto the pillow beneath her, styled in artful curls. "I thought you already knew. That was why I was dressed in white instead of gold. That was the point of the auction."

Revulsion churned in his gut, and Jensen found himself even more disgusted with the men who'd lusted after her out on the main floor.

Perverts. Predators.

You lusted after her too, an unhelpful voice reminded him.

Jensen shook his head, glancing to the side—to the discarded white gown. White, because she was virginal, he realised.

But then she looked up at him with those deep hazel eyes. "Don't ruin my first time, Jay. Please." Her hand touched his cheek, rasping against his stubble. "I wanted it to be you because I trusted you not to hurt me."

Clenching his jaw, he pressed a kiss to the palm of her hand. "I never would," he admitted. "I never could."

Talia gave him a tentative smile.

"But I would have been gentler with you had I known it was your first time."

Her eyebrow hitched up in a flirtatious little move. "I wouldn't change a thing. Even the footrest."

The tension in the room shattered as his laughter filled it. "I love that you thought it was a footrest."

"What else would it be?"

"It's called a Sybian. A ridable, vibrating sex toy, effectively, although that one looks to be customised." Jensen smirked down at her. "You can even get attachments for it." She clenched around his rapidly re-hardening cock. "You like the sound of that, don't you?"

"Maybe," she admitted.

"Then do me a favour and treat yourself to one with the auction money." Jensen gave her a slow, sensual kiss. "And maybe you can think of me when you use it."

Talia bit her lip, her breath hitching. "Maybe I will."

That made him grin, but it loosened beneath a worrisome thought. "Are you in pain? If you're too sore to carry on, we can st—"

"I'm fine," she said quickly, the eager little minx. "More than fine."

Jensen gave an experimental thrust, carefully watching her expression. The lowered eyes, the relaxed exhale, the small crease of pleasure between her eyebrows. "If we're doing this," he murmured, his hips working in long, slow rolls, "we're going to do it properly. Deal?"

Her voice was a whisper in the air, carried on the back of a moan. "Deal."

Smirking, he captured her lips, thrusting more forcefully. Balancing on his shoulders, her arms trembled with his movements. He brought them up past his head and pinned them above her, enjoying the widening of her eyes. Was she realising she liked the feeling of being pinned down?

"You're doing so well," he growled.

Around his cock, she clenched. She liked that too.

Jensen's eyes darkened when Talia shifted, rising up to meet him as he plunged his cock inside her, adoring every moan, every breath, every cry that she gave him. Soon, he couldn't get enough of it. Those phenomenal noises she made when he was inside her warmth, the way her breasts bounced with the force of every stroke.

Unable to keep his eyes off them, he bent, taking a nipple in his mouth once more. Her hand pressed into the back of his head, spurring him on as he worked her pale pink nipples into tight buds. Once he was satisfied, he plucked each one between his fingers. The tight squeeze of her cunt was a reward of its own, but he found he couldn't get enough of her cries, striving for more.

"Oh, god, Jay! There, there, there."

Jensen gripped her arching hips, getting close to the edge himself. "Your cunt was made for my cock, baby girl, wasn't it?"

Talia still had her arms above her head, her fingers clenched deep into the pillow. "Yes!"

"Your cunt is all mine." Fuck, he'd never seen the appeal of that before, but at this very moment in time he couldn't have wanted anything more, claiming her body with brutal, animalistic thrusts, the room practically shaking around them.

"All yours," she echoed, beginning to pant.

"Good. And you know what would make me proud of you?"

Her eyes widened. "What?"

Holding back his climax, Jensen shifted his left hand from her hip to her throat, holding her in place. "If you come on my cock like the good girl you are."

She didn't hold back her shocked gasp, but there was no hiding the orgasm that followed it. Talia cried out her pleasure, and Jensen stopped holding back his. He drove his cock deep inside her, roaring out in ecstasy as she wrung every ounce of seed from his body.

In the aftermath, Jensen found Talia gazing up at him with soft eyes and an even softer smile. "Jay," she sighed.

Jensen palmed her cheek, his chest heaving with the myriad emotions swarming inside it. He lowered his head, his lips finding hers somewhere amidst his body filling with feelings of possession and exhaustion and need.

Because he'd need her again before the night was through, and they both knew it.

In the hours before the morning light, Jensen found himself kissing the elegant lines of Talia's neck as the water soothed their aching muscles. The bath was more than big enough for two, and god knows they both needed it after the night they'd had.

"Are you sore?" he asked her, enjoying the relaxed sigh that travelled up her chest.

She shrugged, turning round to face him. Her auburn curls were hidden from view, safely contained in a cotton headwrap to protect them whilst she slept. "A little. But nowhere near as sore as I could have been."

Jensen couldn't stop the pang of anger that went through him. He tightened his arms around her protectively. "If I hadn't come here tonight, Talia…"

"Speaking of which, why were you here tonight? You don't seem like the type," Talia wondered, tilting her head, forgetting that—

His hand shot up, catching the headwrap before it fell.

"It's not a wash day," she'd said as they got in the bath. "I can't get my hair wet."

"I was here with a business partner." Jensen helped Talia secure the bun back in its place, ensuring no curls were loose. "He said he'd bring me to a private members' club and I fancied a drink. I didn't realise it was this sort of club."

Remorse weighed down her eyelids, dropping her gaze. "Two million dollars is an expensive drink."

Jensen cupped her cheek, careful not to let his wet fingers touch her hair. "It was worth every penny. If two million was the cost of getting you off that stage and away from those perverts, then I'll pay it every day for the rest of my life. But tonight?" He let his thumb stroke her bottom lip. "That was for you. This is how you should be treated, Talia. Don't ever settle for less."

She rested her hands on his chest, their legs intertwined in the large bath. "Thank you."

He lifted his chin as she leant forward, meeting her soft, chaste kiss. "Promise me you'll never settle."

"I promise." But then her eyes lowered to his chest, and he knew what she was going to ask. "These burn scars," she began. "Do you mind me asking how you got them?"

Doing his best not to let the memories of that day ruin this one, he smiled. "I was in a fight when I was a teenager."

Fight. The more appropriate word was execution.

Her eyebrow twitched. "Must have been some fight."

"It was." Jensen thumbed her jawline, looking for the little nick in her skin he'd felt under his lips earlier. "And what about you? How'd you get this?"

Talia's giggle lightened his chest, as if the weight of the world had been lifted away, as if no one existed but the two of them—able to share soft words in between finding bliss in each other's bodies. "This is also a teenage battle wound. I tried to be funny and jump off a child's swing. I landed on my face."

Jensen winced compassionately, stroking her cheekbones with the back of his knuckles. He didn't like hearing about her pain. Leaning forward, he closed the gap between them to smooth a gentle kiss against the nick. "Don't be making a habit of that. I like your face how it is."

She winked at him, the little flirt. "I'll keep it safe just for you, shall I?"

A notification tone interrupted his reply—his smart watch. Jensen tilted it towards him.

Gloria is out of intensive care. She's insisting on working from the ward. Give me some news of what's happening over there. Nothing stressful. I don't want her worrying while she's in here.

And she says to bring her back some cronuts from that place in Soho.

Aldous

"Who's Gloria?" Talia asked.

Briefly, Jensen wondered if it was jealousy that prompted her question, but he realised a moment later that she was simply inquisitive. "The CEO of my company. She was in a car accident on her way to the airport. My friend and I came in her stead."

"Jesus. Was she badly hurt?"

"Three broken ribs and a collapsed lung, but she's bouncing back quickly. Before long I reckon we're going to have trouble keeping her out of the office. She certainly wasn't happy to be left behind."

Her brow twitched. "Why?"

"She's been working on this deal for close to eighteen months. It's her baby; I'm not going to let her down. We'd be acquiring a company with a vast infrastructure that is currently underfunded and mismanaged. It'd be our foothold into the US market—something that has been impossible to achieve by ourselves because this company has been buying out all the competition."

"If you can't beat ‘em, join ‘em."

Jensen smiled. "Or overthrow them."

Talia grinned back at him, pointing to the smart watch. "Was that from your business partner?"

"My business partner and my cousin." And the man I killed for.

"Do you mind if I ask you what kind of business you're in?" She glanced down, tracing her fingers over the scars on his chest.

"You can ask me anything," Jensen replied softly, intertwining their fingers. "We're in all sorts. We have a holdings company, which effectively means we own a company that owns other companies."

"Like a company Russian nesting doll."

"Pretty much."

"I'm assuming your cousin isn't the business partner that brought you to Lux?" Talia guessed.

"Fuck no. That was the CEO of the company we're trying to acquire. And he's as much of a sexist prick as you'd expect." A muscle in his jaw ticked, and he couldn't help clutching her closer. "I hate to think of what would have happened had scum like that bought you." Jensen couldn't help the wave of revulsion that twisted his lips. "Bought your virginity."

"But instead," Talia leant against his neck, whispering in between kisses, "it was you."

"Mmm," he growled, holding her hair wrap in place as her lips caressed his scars.

"Jay," she bit her lip. There was a pink blush on her cheeks, her eyes flicking down below the water level. "I've always wondered what it would feel like to…"

He waited patiently, but then she shook her head. "Tell me," he implored her. "If it's something I can do for you, it's yours, baby girl."

"It's not so much what you can do for me, but what I can do for you." Her warm eyes gave him a tentative look. "Can I taste you?"

Whatever it was he'd expected her to say, it wasn't that.

Jensen pushed the button to lift the plughole immediately, getting to his feet with Talia in his arms. She grappled with his wide shoulders, holding on tight.

"Now?" she gasped, giggling as he dried them both.

"Fuck yes." He walked her backwards until her calves met the edge of the bed. "Sit down and I'll teach you everything you need to know."

Talia looked up at him, her eyes fiery with arousal. Her hands moved constantly, stroking up and down his thick thighs, but her focus quickly honed in on the heavy length between them.

Jensen held his cock, stroking himself and savouring the sight of her like this, naked before him. "Give me your hand. Fondle my sac gently—ahh, that's it. Start slow now, kiss my cock."

His mouth opened as Talia pressed her lips against his shaft, starting with chaste little pecks and quickly migrating to intense, open-mouthed adorations. The sight of her below him, her sensational fucking lips against his rock hard cock, was mind-blowing.

And then she reached the head, licking a wet line around him. Talia gathered his pre-cum on her tongue, lapping at the opening for more.

"Do you like the way I taste?"

She nodded.

"Then open your mouth, and I'll give you some more."

Her immediate compliance had his cock jumping with enthusiasm. Jensen rested his length against her bottom lip, savouring the sight of her. "Now suck on the head for me, there's a good girl."

Thighs shifting, she took him into the wet heat of her mouth, moaning around him.

Jensen glanced down past her sucking his cock to where her free hand disappeared between her legs. "Do you want to touch yourself whilst you suck me down?"

There was a pop as she released him. "Yes," she begged, panting.

A slow, sensual smirk curved his lips. "I have a better idea. Get on the Sybian."

The look in her eyes nearly made him explode there and then. Talia rushed to the Sybian, watching as he dragged the armchair he'd sat in earlier closer. He sat down, cupping her face in his hands as he did so and taking her lips in a furious kiss. "You're perfect. You're so fucking perfect, Talia."

Her lips were swollen by the time he released her, and he was only going to make it worse.

She knelt between his thighs, her eyes fixated on his long, thick length, split over the Sybian beneath her.

Smiling, Jensen turned it on.

The low hum filled the room instantly, quickly followed by a high, thin gasp. "Lick my cock again, baby girl. Take the head and suck." She was quick to obey, and he guided her head downwards, teaching her to take him deeper each time.

The suction she created had his eyes closing in bliss, erasing his mind of any thought except more.

Suddenly, he felt her hand on his, moving his touch to the back of her head.

His nostrils flared—because he knew what she wanted.

"Do you want me to fuck your mouth whilst you come?"

Talia moaned around his cock, and his sac tightened at the vibrations she created.

He wondered if she knew what she was getting in for. "It won't take me long."

An affirmative moan sounded once more.

"In that case," he slid his fingers over to the Sybian's control panel, increasing the intensity of the vibrations. "You don't get off that thing until I shoot my cum down your throat. Do you understand?"

Her nod was immediate—and urgent.

Jensen took hold of her head, stroking her cheekbone. "Get ready then."

His movements were slow to begin with, picking up the pace with each lustful moan she gave him. Talia was leant over him, her hands clawing into his hips.

But then he moved faster and faster, until she was choking on his cock and screaming out in ecstasy, her hands pulling him closer with every stroke, as though she couldn't get enough.

He would remember the sight for the rest of his life. Talia lost to her desperate desire; she was stunning to watch, and he was going to commit every second of tonight to memory.

The hot, wet rapture of her mouth was too good for him to last.

Jensen came with a snarled groan, shooting jets of his thick, white seed down her throat as her climactic scream drowned out even him. The waves hit them both simultaneously, and they rode them together, making long, lustful sounds. He would never, never forget how she looked. Tears streamed down her face, but her eyes never left him, even in the depths of her pleasure.

They never left him… and he never wanted them to.

As soon as her fingers scrambled for the control panel, Jensen lifted her up and cradled her in his lap. Wiping the excess seed off her face, he kissed her. She tasted of him, but he didn't give a shit. He needed more of her, even when they were both spent and exhausted with pleasure.

They'd agreed to a night.

But as morning approached, he had no intention of letting her go.

The buzzing of his phone ripped him from sleep.

Jensen rolled his head to the side, blindly reaching for his phone on the bedside table. He squinted, shielding his eyes from the bright screen. Evan Whitmore, the caller ID told him.

It also told him it was half five in the morning.

The last thing he wanted to do was answer, but they needed Whitmore… for now.

"What?" Jensen whispered hoarsely. He closed his eyes, letting his cheek rest against Talia's head. She hadn't moved once. He'd exhausted her, poor thing.

And she'd exhausted him.

"Stone," Whitmore said easily, displaying none of Jensen's morning rasp. "I've managed to secure a last minute meeting with the chairman of the board this morning. He's got an hour before catching his plane to speak to you. I know you were keen to—"

"When?"

"Thirty minutes. Max."

Jensen let his head fall back on the pillow, clutching Talia tighter. For fuck's sake. "Is this the only time he can speak?"

"Yessir, he won't be back ‘til after you return to London."

Giving a grunt, Jensen relented. "Send me the location and I'll be there." With the greatest amount of reluctance.

Ending the call, he slipped out of Talia's embrace when all he wanted to do was pull her closer. But if he could speak to the chairman of the board, they might be able to agree on a price for the company.

"Baby girl?" he murmured, stroking Talia's shoulder. "I have to go."

There was no response but slow, gentle breathing, her pace utterly uninterrupted.

Smiling to himself, he kissed her forehead and climbed out of bed. As he dressed, his lips curved of their own accord—especially when he looked back at her.

Fuck, I want her in my bed at home like that.

Naked. Exhausted with pleasure. Smelling of sex.

He searched the room for a pen and some paper, eventually getting lucky in one of the drawers. Scribbling out a short note, he left that and his business card on the bedside table next to her. Sighing, he looked upon her tenderly, making one last attempt to wake her before tucking her in tightly, kissing her goodbye, and leaving the room, sending her one final look before he closed the door.

Talia,

I had a last minute meeting thrown in my lap. Tried to wake you but you didn't stir.

Call me when you wake up. I'd like to take you out to dinner tonight—somewhere that you deserve, not somewhere like this.

I hope you're not sore. Let me pamper you this evening, baby girl.

Jay