Their Seductress [The Hot Millionaires #1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

Paige was relieved that Mel brought the conversation round to that particular subject, providing her with the perfect opening.

“Yes it will.”

She thought about the injustice of Ellie’s death and pushed herself into Melanie’s hands, now covering both of her breasts.

“The police don’t seem to be much further forward.” One hand crept beneath Paige’s top. “Do you mind?” she asked.

“No, I quite like it,” she lied.

She’d do whatever she had to in order to get Melanie to say where she’d been on the day of the murder. Then she wanted her out of there as fast as possible so she could clear her mind of the incident by surrendering to Isaac’s and Nick’s not-so-tender ministrations.

“It’s terrible to think that someone Ellie knew could do that to her,” Melanie said, heaving one of Paige’s breasts over the top of her bra cup and bending her head to suckle at the nipple. “Do you like that?” she asked, raising her head again. “You’re flinching. Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s all right.” She could hardly explain about the legacy of the nipple clamps or the repulsion she felt at Melanie’s actions. “Who do you think did it?”

“I’ve no idea. The police suspect me.”

“You!” Paige jerked upright, pulling her breast out of Melanie’s hand. “Why?”

“Because I won’t tell them where I was.”

“Why not?”

“I was with another woman.” She sighed. “A married woman. They’d want to know her name. Her husband would find out.”

“Better that than being a suspect.”

“No, it’s more complicated than that.” Paige felt her bra fall open as Melanie undid the clasp and went back to work on Paige’s nipples. “The lady works for Carter Promotions. If our affair became public knowledge it would wreck her career and her marriage.”

“Who is it?”

Paige held her breath, wondering if Melanie trusted her enough to tell her. She bloody well should. She was sitting here with her breasts in the woman’s hands. If she didn’t tell her now, she would before the evening came to an end. She’d let Melanie do whatever the hell she wanted to do to her just so long as she told her.

“It’s Sue,” she said, lifting her mouth from Paige’s left breast.

“Sue Bolton?” Paige couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice. “Ellie’s assistant.”

“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.

“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.