Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2) (2 page)

I yanked her head back and bit down on her throat. She
yowled and clawed my shoulders through my shirt. I crushed her against the wall
and ground my erection between her thighs. But I wouldn't kiss her.

She shoved my chest and glared at me, breathing hard.
"Bastard."

"Whore." I stepped back and braced myself for a
slap. She'd fucked me and taken my money. She deserved to be called a whore.

Instead, she walked around me and bent over my desk,
reaching for the McCloskey file. "Tell me about the case." Her skirt
slid up, nearly revealing the tempting gap between her thighs.

"Huh?" I straightened my tie and sat down, hoping
my desk would keep us separated. "Oh. We need to find proof McCloskey paid
someone to shoot his wife."

"No one in your office can find the money?"

"Not yet. That's why Claire recommended you."

"I see." She flipped through the file and then
dropped it on my desk as she walked behind me to look over my shoulder at the
monitor. "I'll need a place to work... uninterrupted."

"Claire set up workspace in the conference room."

"Then why am I in your office?"

I turned my chair to face her. "She told me you wanted
to meet with me first."

"I never.... I don't need your help."

"Great. Get to work."
And get out of my life.
But
I couldn't say those words to her.

Talia scowled and tried to turn away, but I grabbed her hips
and pulled her onto my lap.

She straddled my legs. "You never could keep your hands
off me."

I pressed my nose against hers and let her squirm. My
erection came back to raging life. "Give me one reason why I should."
I sure as hell couldn't think of any.

"I could give you a hundred."

"All I need is one." My lips brushed her cheek.

"Fuck you."

I kissed her.
Goddamn it.
I kissed her so hard and so
strong we nearly tumbled to the floor. Fire shot through my limbs, re-igniting
all the embers I'd kept smoldering for her.
Fucking hell, why won't this
flame die?
She loosened my tie, and I pulled her blouse up. My God, her
skin! Mmm... it had been so long since I'd touched her.

"I missed your touch." She kissed me before I
could tell her I'd missed her, too. She scooted back, and I slid my hand under
her skirt and ripped her panties open. Then she pushed forward, jamming my
finger into her wet pussy.

"Just as tight as I remember." I stroked her,
rubbing her clit with my thumb.

"Make me come." She ground against my hand, then
stopped. "No, you shouldn't."

"I don't care." I shut her up with a biting kiss.

Talia moaned and rubbed my crotch. My cock sought out her
hand like it hadn't gotten any action in months, when it had only been a few
hours. She spread her legs wider and gasped as I stuffed another finger in.

"Alex." Claire knocked as she opened the door.
"Joan needs see you right away... oh."

Joan? My boss.
Shit!

Talia stood up so fast she stumbled back against the
credenza. "I um... I'll go set up my laptop." She straightened her
skirt and hurried past my assistant.

Claire smiled. "I'll tell her you need a minute."

"Thanks."

She giggled as she shut the door.

I fell back in my chair. My heart hammered as I straightened
my tie, nearly strangling myself in the process. "Jesus Christ, she
unzipped my pants." I turned my back to the door just in case Claire
decided to deliver another urgent message. My shirt caught on my belt buckle.
Damn
buttons are still fucked up.
I redid everything, making sure the each
button went in the right button-hole. Took two women to mess me up like this.
But the only one I wanted was the one I thought I never wanted back.

***

A handwritten note lay on my desk.
I went to my hotel.
I'll see you in the morning.
Talia had signed it with an illegible scrawl.
Probably in a hurry—or pissed. I thought about going after her, but Joan was
waiting for me in the lobby. We had plans for the evening—probably all night. A
business dinner with a couple of colleagues and then we'd sneak away to her
place or mine for sex that might even break some archaic laws in this state.

Her place—so I can leave when I want to.

I crumpled Talia's note and tossed it in the trash.
"I'm out for the day."

Claire nodded as she typed an email, probably dishing the
dirt she'd witnessed in my office earlier.
Good.
Another red herring to
divert suspicion away from me and Joan.

***

Joan's narrowed eyes scolded me for being late as I took my
seat at the table. I usually enjoyed our sexual power struggle, but the reunion
with Talia had drained me.
Definitely her place.

"Would you like something from the bar, sir?" The
lovely waitress smiled at me as she set drinks in front of my companions.

"What do you have on tap?"

She rattled off an impressive list of beers, and I chose an
import I'd never heard of.
Might be time for something new.

My cell phone buzzed with a text from Claire.
'I have a
doctor's appointment early tomorrow. I'll be in after that.'

'Okay.'

I laid my phone beside my plate. Someone else might need me,
but the only people who contacted me after hours were sitting at the table.
Talia's job wasn't restricted to my office. She could work from her hotel if
she wanted to. She might need me... might need my help. We didn't have to work
in the same office—or even in the same city.
Why the hell did she come here
and fuck up my life?
Everything was just fine until
she
came back.
My job, my relationship... perfect.

"How are things working out with Talia?"

What the fuck...?

Joan blinked at me, waiting for an answer. "The new
forensic accountant?"

Oh.
"Just fine. She's good. She'll get the job
done and go back to Chicago."

"That's what I like to hear."

Me too.
But the thought of saying goodbye to Talia
left me as empty as the beer glass in my hand. I asked the waitress for a
refill, and then coasted through dinner, tuning out anything Joan said unless
she addressed me directly.

"Goodnight, gentlemen." Joan shook hands with my
fellow prosecutors, glancing at her watch as they departed. "My
place?"

"Yeah."

"Wait ten minutes, then take the long way."

I waited five and drove straight to her condo. She was still
wearing her red bra and panties when I walked into her bedroom.

"You forgot to wait."

"You forgot who's in charge." I grabbed the back
of her neck and kissed her hard, biting her lower lip while I sank my fingers
into her ass.
Where the hell did that come from?

She gasped and struggled, but gave in as I backed her toward
the bed. "You're in charge."

"That's right." I tripped her and we tumbled onto
the mattress. She pulled my tie off, and I wound it around her wrists, lashing
them to the headboard rails.

"Bastard," she hissed, her eyes sparkling.

"Whor—"
No.
I walked away from her and
searched the room for something to tie her legs.

Her closet looked like a crime scene: scattered clothes,
missing shoes, and an overturned golf bag spilling its contents across the
floor. I tripped over a nine iron and picked it up.
This could work.
I
grabbed a couple of scarves and tossed them on the foot of the bed with the
club.

Joan watched me with wary eyes. "What are you doing
with that?"

"Don't ask questions. Remember your safewords."

"Yellow."

That meant caution. I laughed and tied the golf club behind
her ankles, spreading her legs apart. A spontaneous memory hit me and my cock
stiffened as I stared at the woman bound beneath me. Instead of Joan, I saw
Talia, tied to a pool table naked and spread, her dripping wet pussy begging me
to fuck her.

"Shut up, slut. You deserve this."

"What does that mean?" Joan's voice shattered my
fantasy. I didn't bother to explain. I couldn't.

"I said no underwear."

"Untie me and I'll strip for you."

"No. You were supposed to be naked under your
clothes—in public. You need to be punished."

She bit her lip as I contemplated how to deal with her
disobedience. My favorite way to torture her was by withholding something she
wanted, but she knew that. The woman had gotten too defiant. She needed to fear
me. "I need a tool."

"What for?"

She'd made dinner for me once, so I knew I'd find a sharp
knife in her gourmet kitchen. Joan should've been a professional chef. Her
knife collection, unlike her closet, was neatly arranged by size and use. I
picked the biggest one, then spotted a pair of scissors. Handy, safe.
Nah.
I walked into the bedroom with the dangerous knife.

Her eyes got huge. "Alex! No! Red, red, red!"

I laughed and slipped the blade under her bra strap.
"Don't you trust me?"

"Absolutely not."

When would I ever hear yes?
I cut the other strap and
then sliced the middle. Her amazing round breasts trembled in my hand, nipples
puckered tight. "Do you still mean red?"

She arched her back and dragged her tits against my palm.
"Yellow...  for now."

I laid the knife on the bed and molested her nipples with my
tongue. Joan had the best pair of breasts I'd gotten my hands on lately. Full
and heavy with a soft downward slope that curved up to lift tiny pink nipples.
Not at all like Talia's apple-sized tits and fat rosy buds.

I missed those little boobs. Talia's breasts—her entire
body—responded to me at the lightest stroke. Hell, I didn't even have to touch
that girl to make her wet. I could mind-fuck her with a leering look or a rude
suggestion. Joan needed a firm hand and a good half-hour of mental and physical
foreplay. A little lube helped, too, but Talia was always wet and ready for me.
And Will.

What the fuck are you doing?

I grabbed the knife and scored each side of Joan's panties,
popping threads while she held her breath. Red satin ripped easily, leaving her
naked and shivering. I stroked the blade, catching my scowling reflection in
the polished metal.

"What are you going to do with that?"

I said nothing, spun the knife in my hand and jammed it in
the mattress all the way to the handle.
Damn that felt good.

Her breasts heaved and her thighs quivered.
"Alex...." Joan sighed as I leaned down and bit her flesh. She had
thick legs—not fat—but muscular and stout. Ample places to nibble and tease for
as long as she needed it. Her pussy was just starting to glisten, so I touched
her clit with a fingertip. A soft moan escaped her, not quite there yet.
Neither was I.
Odd.

I pulled my shirt off, dropped my pants, and dragged my
unmotivated cock against her hot thigh, but still couldn't get it up. Maybe a
taste of pussy.... I knelt between her tied apart legs and slapped my tongue
against her wet flesh. Damn good, but not as sweet as—

Stop it!

My tongue remembered Talia's taste, her satin grip, her hot
clench. My cock remembered her, too, and let me know—hard and fast.

I can't stop.
"I need to fuck you."

"Do it! Please!"

My erection wilted at the sound of Joan's voice.
Damn!
How can I get it back?

I knew.
Fuck! Fuck you, Talia!
Mmm... what would've
happened if Claire hadn't interrupted us?

I laid Talia across my desk and yanked her skirt up to
her waist. She fingered her clit while I pulled my pants down, then dropped to
my knees and ate that sweet pink candy until she writhed and bucked and kicked
my keyboard to the floor. She locked her ankles behind my thighs and pulled me
in, her pussy clinging to me in a nice, tight 'welcome home' fuck.

Home?
Yes, this was where I belonged. Inside
Talia—her body, her mind—all mine.

Or hers?

Joan arched her back and rubbed her hot pussy against me.
"Fuck me, Alex."

I drove into her before my cock realized we wanted a
different cunt.
Jesus Christ! I need Talia to keep me hard?

The room flashed red as I fell on top of Joan, pounding her,
punishing... someone else. Just this morning, before that addicting little slut
fucked up my day, I was content to screw Joan as much as she wanted. I wasn't
even looking for another lay.

And then
she
came back—and no other woman existed.

Damn it. Damn her!

My fingers clenched. My balls contracted. I felt her
struggle.
Good.
She thrashed beneath me as my grip tightened.

She sputtered. "Help."

No.
My cock tingled as her cunt tightened. "God,
baby, this feels so good." Sparks showered my body, sizzling and snapping
on my skin.

She coughed and gagged. "Alex, stop."

"I'm gonna come." Furious heat burned between us. "I'm
gonna make you come, too."
You bitch. You fucked me. Why can't I let
go?
Flesh tore under my fingernails.

"Red! Red!"

What?
My hand immediately released and Joan burst
into tears, coughing and choking. Red welts exploded across her throat.
"Holy shit, what did I do to you?" I untied her and held her close
while she caught her breath.

"I liked it at first, but you kept squeezing harder. I
couldn't breathe."

I flopped on my back and ran my hands through my hair.
"I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention."
Damn it, Alex! Don't
ever do that to a woman unless you're totally focused.

She curled up next to me and laid her head on my shoulder.
"You've been preoccupied all night. What happened?"

"Not just tonight." For the last year and a half.
I'd never really forgotten Talia. Never really tried. For a few months, I'd
buried the pain and anger in one nameless pussy after another, but that got old
fast. Joan was my first attempt at a relationship in years, and I thought we
might have something real.