Their Seductress [The Hot Millionaires #1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 10

  “Yes. We went to a motel. We go there every Wednesday.” She even told Paige its name. “The concierge will confirm it if it comes to that. I just hope it doesn’t.”

  “Hopefully it won’t.”

  The phone rang. It would be Isaac. They’d agreed that’s how they would interrupt once they got the information they needed.

  “Damn,” Paige said, hanging up. “Sorry, but I have a problem at the London office I need to sort now.”

  Melanie drained her glass and stood. “I ought to be going anyway.” She kissed Paige briefly on the lips. “Thanks for the drink and for the company. We must do it again soon.”

  “I’m staying until after the funeral.”

  “Perhaps I can persuade you to come over to our side permanently,” Mel said, giving her breasts one final squeeze.

  Not in this lifetime.

  Paige walked her to the door, her bra still dangling loose under her top. They said their good-byes and she returned to the den, pulled her top over her head, threw her bra on the floor, cupped her breasts in her hands, and bowed to the camera.

  Paige was consuming a large glass of wine when the guys joined her seconds later.

  “Sorry you had to go that far,” Isaac said, pulling her into his arms and kissing her gently.

  “Me, too,” Nick said, doing the same thing when Isaac released her.

  Paige shrugged. “I would have done a lot more than that to get the information I needed.”

  Nick grimaced. “I’m glad that wasn’t necessary.”

  Isaac scowled. “You’re ours, Paige. No one else gets to touch you.”

  “Then touch me, boys.” Paige put her glass aside and shuddered. “I need to get that episode out of my head.”

  The men shared a glance. “You allowed someone else to touch you,” Isaac said sternly.

  “You know what that means, don’t you?”

  “Punishment, sir?”

  “Absolutely.” Isaac sat down and pulled her across her knee, making no move to remove her capri pants. “Get me a paddle, will you, Nick?”

  “Sure thing.”

  He returned seconds later and handed one to Isaac.

  “Look at this,” Isaac said to Nick, pointing to Paige’s crotch. “Looks like she’s wet herself.” He tutted. “No self-control.”

  “That what having another woman’s hands on your tits does to you, is it?” Nick asked.

  “No, sir. It’s the thought of what you two are going to do to me that’s responsible.”

  Isaac brought the paddle down lightly on her rear end.

  “You haven’t been fucked since we left you last night, and you’re desperate for it again, you greedy little witch.”

  “Actually I have. Nick fucked me twice this morning.”

  “What!” Isaac looked toward Nick, who merely shrugged. “How did that happen?”

  Paige giggled. “How do you think?”

  “I told you—”

  “No,” Paige said, forcing herself into a sitting position and glowering at Isaac. “Let’s get one thing straight. You don’t tell me who I can fuck, not ever. That’s my decision to make. I wanted Nick.” She shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I? He’s a great lay.”

  “Yes, but—”

  “I wanted him, and I had him. In bed and then in the shower. He washed me all over, did amazing things with the sponge, and then took me from behind.”

  “Too much information,” Nick warned.

  No one spoke for a prolonged moment.

  “Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” Paige said sweetly. “I can’t imagine why. You were happy enough to share me with Nick last night.”

  “You need to learn to do as you’re told.”

  “I did as Nick told me. I thought that was the same thing.”

  “No you didn’t.”

  Paige noticed his gaze on her tits. “Something wrong?”

  “They look sore,” he said, concern in his tone. “We were too rough with you and shouldn’t have given in to your pleas for the nipple clamps.” He covered one gently with the flat of his hand. “We’d never intentionally hurt you, Paige. You mean too much to us for that.”

  “I wasn’t complaining.”

  ”You should have. What’s more, you know, don’t you,” he continued, his voice a soft, sexy drawl as he leaned so close to her that his lips almost touched her ear, “that you are mine. Exclusively mine. You’re just not ready to admit it yet.”

  “Didn’t you listen to a word I said?” She pulled away from him. “I am not getting emotionally involved.”

  “Too late,” Isaac taunted.

  Paige threw a cushion at him.

  “Glad we got that one sorted out,” Nick said, laughing as Isaac caught the cushion and replaced it on the couch.

  “Forget him,” Paige said to Nick, flapping a hand in dismissal. “He’s met his match but isn’t ready to admit it yet.”

  “Yeah, like that’s gonna happen,” Isaac muttered.

  “Let’s concentrate on more immediate matters,” Paige said. “Would you please take me to bed, both of you, and do something about this river running between my legs?”

  “What do you want us to do?” Nick asked in a gruff voice.

  “I want one of you to suck me dry whilst the other fucks me from behind.” The two men shared a loaded glance.

  “I guess that could be arranged,” Isaac said in a doubtful tone.

  “Good, and afterward we’ll talk about what Melanie told me.”

  Isaac offered her a sexy grin, scooped her into his arms, and headed for the stairs.

  “My pleasure,” he said.

  “Bet your life it will be,” she responded, leaning into his chest, one firm breast squashed against it as she nipped delicately at his neck.

  Chapter Eleven

  “What would you like for breakfast?” Isaac asked her the following morning.

  Paige didn’t think he was referring to food. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

  “Feed on this until you do,” he said gruffly, pulling back the covers and pushing her head toward his morning glory.

  “Oh my, you are pleased to see me!”

  “Babe, you have no idea.”

  Paige offered him a sultry smile. “I’m a quick study.”

  Paige wrapped her lips round his cock, happy to return the favor after all the times he’d done it for her the night before. The guy knew exactly how to use his tongue, driving her wild as he lapped and sucked at her clit, forbidding her to come until he said she could, Nick making it almost impossible for her to hold back when he deployed his fingers, and some of Ellie’s toys, goading her into disobedience so that they could spank her afterward for taking matters into her own hands.

  She sucked him slowly into her mouth and then teased him by immediately releasing him again. His cock slipped out with a soft plopping sound as her hands sought out his swollen balls and exerted gentle pressure on them. She heard him inhale sharply when her lips closed over him again, and his prick twitched in her mouth, swelling to even greater proportions. Her pussy throbbed as his pleasure communicated itself. She would love to have him inside her, but it would be selfish to deny him the opportunity to fly solo. His fingers sought out her breasts. She knocked his hands away and pushed her tits together with her hands, trapping his cock between them, sliding it against her burning flesh, lapping at its head with the tip of her tongue each time it came within range.

  “Yeah, baby, keep doing that. It’s so good. You’re so good for me. Take it back in your mouth. Deeper, make me come for you, Paige. Do it! I’m damned close. Just looking at you makes me so fucking hard. Go on, gorgeous. Eat me.” He thrust into the back of her throat, almost choking her. She gamely kept sucking, rubbing her thighs together so she could get off on his excitement. “I’m coming! Christ, I’m going to unload right now.” He bucked his hips toward her mouth. “Here it comes.”

  She felt his hot sperm shooting into her mouth so fast that she struggled to
keep up with the flow. She swallowed it down and grinned at him as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and flopped onto her back.

  “Thanks,” he said, running his hand down the back of her head and kissing her. “You really do that well, which is one of the many things I love about you.”

  “All part of the service, sir, and about the only time I can get you to lose that iron control of yours.”

  He glanced at the clock. “I’d like to do the same for you but I gotta run.” She pouted. “Just time for a shower together first, though.”

  Paige thought for a horrible moment that he might leave without having her again. She should have known that he wouldn’t neglect her that way. Another long night of mind-blowing sex had put Paige in a better frame of mind to face Peter Talbot, but she wasn’t done with Isaac yet. He was spending the day in the office again but this time didn’t take off at the crack of dawn, leaving Paige and Nick alone. It was Nick who sloped off somewhere and left her with Isaac.

  “Just remember,” he said, scrubbing her back with sensuous sweeps of his big hands before drifting lower and squeezing the sponge between her buttocks, “that you are not to let Talbot touch you. I don’t care how persuasive he is, if he tries anything I’ll be right in there to knock his teeth down his throat.”

  “Trust me, Isaac,” she said, reaching up and wrapping soapy arms round his neck. “I can deal with him. I won’t let him go too far, but it’s vital we find out what we need to know. Don’t come dashing in like an enraged father if he kisses me, or anything harmless like that.”

  He glowered at her. “Harmless!”

  “I need to give something before he’ll talk to me.”

  He grunted, clearly not convinced. Paige stood on her toes and rubbed her pussy against his cock—a surefire way to distract him. It worked, and mere seconds later Paige had her legs wrapped round his waist as he held her up and fucked her against the shower wall, water tumbling over their heads as he drove himself into her like a man demented.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he said softly, resting his head against the top of hers immediately after they’d climaxed.

  “It’ll be fun finding out,” she said, reaching up to grab the back of his neck and kiss him.

  He offered her a wicked grin. “Won’t it just.”

  He left for work without saying anything else about Talbot’s visit.

  * * * *

  Isaac couldn’t shake the feeling that something would go disastrously wrong that evening. Paige was being reckless. So keen to find out who killed Ellie that she’d take unnecessary risks, go that extra mile, and reveal her hand—or worse. If Talbot was the killer and she asked too many probing questions, there was no telling what he might do to silence her. Isaac didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one little bit and was short to the point of being rude to everyone he came into contact with for the entire day. He even rang Weir and, without telling him what they had planned, voiced his suspicions about Talbot and suggested the police pull him in for a grilling.

  “Can’t do it,” Weir said. “Don’t have enough to justify it. I like him for it, too, but don’t have a hope in hell of proving it as things stand. We need to give him some rope. Let him think he’s gotten away with it and see what shakes loose.”

  Isaac hung up, in a foul temper. That Weir was right did little to improve his mood. Right now, Paige was their only hope.

  “Remember,” he said that evening, clutching her by the shoulders and forcing her to look directly at him. “No risks. Better to find out nothing than put yourself in danger.”

  “It’ll be fine.” Paige twisted out of his grasp. “Go and hide in the camera room. He’ll be here soon.”

  “She can look after herself,” Nick said as they trudged to the back door of the garage. “And if she gets into trouble, we can be there in seconds.”

  It was true but didn’t make Isaac feel much better. His deep feelings for Paige, his determination to keep her safe, surprised even him. She was his, even if she wasn’t ready to accept it yet, and Isaac wasn’t in the habit of hiding behind a woman and letting her take all the risks.

  He glanced at her on the camera as she paced the den, waiting for Talbot to arrive. She wore tight-fitting jeans that showcased her endless legs and tight butt, with a high-necked top tucked into them, making it hard for Talbot to get near naked flesh.

  Or so Isaac hoped.

  The bell rang.

  “Show time,” Paige said to the camera, grinning.

  “Be careful!” Isaac yelled, even though she couldn’t hear him.

  She escorted Talbot into the den. As with Mel the night before, he sat exactly where they wanted him to, watching Paige’s butt as she poured drinks and sat beside him.

  “Thanks for coming,” she said.

  “No sweat. Can’t have you getting all lonely here on your own.”

  “Nick’s around some of the time.”

  Talbot scowled. “I’ll just bet he is.”

  “He does live here on Ellie’s boat.”

  “Don’t know why Ellie put so much trust in the guy. No one knows much about him.”

  “Ellie obviously felt comfortable with him, and she was a good judge of character.”

  “I guess Fuller will be out of work now,” Talbot said, smirking. “The gravy train’s come to an end.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, Ellie doesn’t need a skipper for her boat now, does she?”

  Paige winced. “Lawson hasn’t said anything about him leaving.”

  “Presumably the family will wait until after the funeral.”

  “Have you heard when that will be?”

  “No, I don’t think the police have released the body yet.”

  “Oh, why’s that?” Paige asked.

  Isaac and Nick shared a brief smile. Her innocence was pretty convincing, and she’d gotten him straight onto the subject they needed to discuss.

  “No idea.” He took a long gulp of his drink. “You wanted to show me the papers for the Savage campaign?”

  His determination to change the subject put Isaac on full alert.

  “I think your guy in London has gone too far with this,” she said, producing some papers and handing them to him, waiting as he flipped through them. “Savage is an ex-politician who got caught having an affair. We need to reinvent him. I get that, but trying to paint him as whiter than white just won’t work. People aren’t stupid. They know what he did but don’t really give a damn.”

  “Then how would you play it?”

  “I’d let his bad behaviour be his cause célèbre. People will know who he is because of it, so it doesn’t need to be mentioned.”

  “Focus on his business ventures, make subtle allusions to his political background and the things he achieved in office. Things which make him the right man to see those ventures through. Is that what you mean?” Talbot paused, stroking his chin. There were many things about him that Isaac disliked, but he was a damned good advertising director. That was why Ellie had forgiven his transgressions so often. “You know, I think you might have something there.”

  “He doesn’t need to be photographed with scantily clad women. It’s the wrong approach. I mean, he’s not exactly a sex symbol. He probably was only able to attract the woman he had an affair with because he was a political figure with his finger on the pulse of government. Power is an aphrodisiac, so I’m told,” she said with a faint smile.

  “Is it now?” He chuckled, and his eyes lingered on her profile as though he wanted to pursue that tenet. Something in her expression obviously decided him against it. “Leave it with me, and I’ll see what we can work up.”

  “Thanks, Peter. I appreciate it.”

  “Nothing’s too much trouble for you.” Talbot’s smarmy smile made Isaac cringe.

  “I can see why Ellie rated you so highly.”

  “Oh, Ellie and I understood one another very well.” Isaac shared a glance with Nick. What the h
ell was that supposed to mean? Nick spread his hands, like he had no idea either. “Nice house, this,” he said.

  “Have you been here before?”

  “Only to a couple of parties.” He shifted a little closer to Paige. “Must say, I’m surprised that you’re staying here, knowing how close you and Ellie had become. Don’t you find it distressing?”

  “I wasn’t sure if I’d be up to it, but somehow it gives me comfort.”

  “I can do that,” he said, reaching for her.

  “I knew it,” Isaac hissed. “The bastard hasn’t been here for five minutes and he can’t keep his clammy hands to himself.” He reached for the door. “I’m going in there.”

  “Give it a moment,” Nick said. “Give Paige a chance. She can handle him.”

  “Two minutes,” Isaac said, grinding his teeth. “That’s all he gets.”

  Paige fended Talbot off by holding out one hand. “I can’t,” she said. “Nothing personal, but this is Ellie’s house, and it wouldn’t be right.”

  “You’re a beautiful, sensual woman, Paige, but I guess you already know that. You must have been told enough times.”

  “Thanks,” she said. “But I still can’t seem to…” She flapped her hands at the room in general and let her words trail off.

  “I’ll soon make you forget about this being Ellie’s house. About everything except—”

  Isaac growled, pointing to the bulge in Talbot’s pants. “Just try it, buster,” he said aloud, clenching his fists. “Give me an excuse. That’s all I ask.”

  “All the time Ellie’s murderer’s at large, I can’t think about anything else.” Paige covered her mouth with her hand. “I hope that’s not why you thought I asked you here. Did I give you the wrong idea?”

  Isaac chuckled at her display of naïveté. “Attagirl!” he muttered.

  “We’d better hope that the police get their act together then,” he said with a heavy sigh. “Right now I don’t think they could find their way up their own backsides even with a torch to light the way.”

  “Charming,” Nick said. “He has such a way with words.”

  “He’s a smarmy jerk who needs bringing down a peg or six,” Isaac stated emphatically.