Selena

 

The moment we passed through the door we were in some kind of VIP room. It had deep red walls and carpets to match so it looked like we were inside the chamber of a heart. Low black couches and coffee tables were scattered in groups across the floor and there were two bars to the side had black marble tops and the whole place seemed a whole lot more intense than the general dining area outside.

 

Logan locked the door. Why did a door to the VIP room even have a lock on it? This was where things were going to go from warm to hellishly hot, but I wasn't going to fight it. I'd had enough alcohol that I didn't feel shy around Logan and the way he moved in his suit when he came closer to me after closing the door gave me thoughts about what might be under his clothes.

 

He stood right in front of me and I could feel his body heat. His eyes were on mine and they were dark and drowning deep. I could tumble into them forever. I knew on some level that this was the alcohol talking. I didn't care. It could talk all night long if it wanted to. My nipples hardened against the strapless black bra I was wearing under my dress and I shifted my weight from one leg to the other.

 

Logan brought his hand up to my hair and ran his fingers through it, playing with a strand. His hand brushed against my neck when he did and it sent shivers down my spine.

 

He didn't wait. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. If I wanted to stop it I wouldn't have had time to, but I really didn't want to stop him. His lips were warm and full, perfect lips for kissing, and they tasted vaguely like the whiskey he'd been drinking. Whiskey and smoke even though he hadn't had a smoke since I'd arrived at the restaurant. I didn't know why, but there was something ridiculously attractive about the taste of alcohol on Logan's lips. It was almost like there was more at play than just his emotions. It made me feel like he might be rawer.

 

Like me.

 

I leaned into Logan and the kissing grew more urgent. His hand came up and he cupped my cheek, making my face feel delicate. His tongue was in my mouth, circling mine, tasting me. He knew exactly what he was doing. He stepped closer than he already was, pushing his body against mine completely. I felt his lust against my hip, a long, hard shaft. I shuddered.

 

He slid his other hand over my shoulder, down my arm, and to my hand. His fingers intertwined with mine for a moment before he let go and moved it to my hip. His hand slid over my ass, the back of my thigh and back up again, over my back and into my hair. The whole motion made me feel sexy and beautiful and it pulled my body even tighter against his. My breasts pushed up against his chest and I gasped into his mouth.

 

My body pulsed, heat flooding through my body, pooling between my legs, responding to the kissing, his body so taut against mine, the hardness in his pants. His hand slipped around from my cheek underneath my hair onto my neck. I put my arms around his neck, melding us together. I pushed my hands under his suit jacket and he stopped just long enough to shrug out of it.

 

The shirt he wore was a crisp white. I pulled off the tie and undid the front button so I could push my hands into his collar onto his bare skin. His breathing changed, getting harder and more erratic.

 

"Tell me to stop," he mumbled against my mouth.

 

"Hmm?"

 

"Tell me to stop. If you don't tell me now I'm going to take you."

 

I moaned against his mouth, my body reacting to his words. "Don't stop," I whispered.

 

That was what did it. It changed from something relatively gentle to being completely wild. He looked for the zipper on my dress and yanked it down when he found it. He peeled the dress off me until I stood in front of him in my black strapless bra and matching panties. He took a moment to look at my body, ogling like a boy before he pulled me closer again and started kissing me. He kissed down my neck, over my collarbone and onto the soft skin of my chest. His hands were behind my back and in a flash he had my bra unclipped and it fell to the floor without much help. The cool air made my nipples tighten even more, and the next moment Logan had his mouth over one nipple, sucking and nibbling gently.

 

I tipped my head back and gasped, getting lost in the sensation of his mouth turning on every other part of my body, awakening the side of me that had been dormant for far too long.

 

I realized at some point he was still dressed and reached for his buckle. I fumbled with it, trying to get it undone. After a while of fiddling, I pulled back.

 

"Can you just do this, please?" I had wanted it to be romantic but jealous wives invented buckles so mistresses went through hell and I hated them. Logan chuckled and took care of his own buckle. I undid his pants and pulled them down when he did. He stepped out of them. His sex strained against his jocks, pushing out toward me. I undid his buttons and returned the favor of mouth on skin, kissing a hot trail down his smooth chest and stomach. He got rid of the shirt. I curled my fingers around the jocks' elastic and pulled them away and down. He sprung free and, good God, he was a sight to behold.

 

Thick and hard, his balls heavy underneath his shaft the tip glistening with precum. I knelt down and opened my mouth, taking him inside of me. He moaned and pushed his hands into my hair, urging me to keep doing what I was doing. I moved up and down, swirling my tongue around him, licking the tip and moving back down, mimicking the motions of sex. I felt him harden in my mouth as I pushed in and pulled out.

 

After a while he pulled back and took my hand, pulling me up.

 

"You're driving me crazy," he said in a hoarse voice.

 

My body was on fire. Sucking him off had gotten me so wet I could feel it in my panties and I wanted attention. Logan seemed to know that without my say so. He pulled the panties down and pushed his fingers into me. I cried out.

 

"God, you're so wet," he mumbled in my ear.

 

His one arm was around my back, holding me up. The other was between my legs, fingers probing, sliding, returning to probing. I gasped, feeling the orgasm build inside of me. He didn't stop and I didn't pull away the way he had. The orgasm slowly coursed through me the way a cup was filled with hot water. I moaned, leaning into Logan's body. He held me up with his arm. Good thing, too, because my legs had stopped working. He moved back and forth over my clitoris, faster and harder, until I moaned. My back arched involuntarily, pushing into him even harder, and then the orgasm washed through me, making me curl into him. It reached all the way to my legs, making my body numb. I gasped and held my breath, riding it out. Logan moved his fingers slowly against me now, making it that much more intense. When the orgasm subsided I collapsed against his chest, panting.

 

"You're so fucking hot," he whispered in my ear.

 

He guided me to a couch. When my calves hit the side I let him lower me down onto my back. He crawled over me and my thighs fell open, ready for him. He positioned himself between them, his sex pressing at my entrance and I gasped. I lifted my hips slightly, giving myself to him. He looked at me, his eyes dark and stormy, pupils dilated, lips parted slightly.

 

When he pushed into me I moaned until he was in all the way to the hilt. My body stretched and yielded, trying to get used to his size. When he was sure I was comfortable he started moving and the friction was almost orgasmic straight away. I cried out as he pushed into me, my body rocking on the couch. He leaned on his arms, hands on either side of my head and it made his shoulders bunch up and the muscles ripple under his skin. I was already sensitive from the first orgasm and his pumping in and out of me took me to a new level of bliss.

 

I felt a second orgasm building, hotter, wilder than the first one. I didn't realize how close I was until it shattered me out of nowhere and I came hard, crying out. Logan was smiling at me when I finally opened my eyes. My hands were wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

 

"Sorry," I said, loosening my grip.

 

He shook his head. "Don't be."

 

His face took on a look of concentration and he started pumping into me again, moving faster than before, pushing in harder. I cried out, the friction that much more intense. His strokes shortened and he picked up a speed that seemed primal. He jerked and released inside of me, grunting through gritted teeth. His face was a mixture of strain and ecstasy, and then it was all over and he balanced over me, gasping, breathing hard.

 

He backed up and pulled out of me, sitting on the couch, not caring about the mess. I sat up and wrapped my arms around my legs.

 

"That was fucking fantastic."

 

He didn't apologize for swearing. I didn't want him to. We sat together like that for a moment before he leaned toward me and kissed me. I smiled when he pulled away. I got off the couch and walked around it to where my dress lay forgotten on the floor. Logan watched me all the way. I didn't feel shy about my body the way I usually did when a man watched me. In fact, I felt incredibly sexy.

 

I started putting on my underwear and then wiggled into the dress. I didn't put my heels on. Instead I picked up Logan's underwear and shirt and took it to him.

 

"I would have loved to see you in my shirt after sex," he said.

 

I nodded. "And I would love to wear it, but you'll have to take me somewhere private for that to happen."

 

"Like my place?"

 

I smiled and nodded. He pulled me toward him so I was on his lap and kissed me, long and sensual.

 

"Should we get back out there?" I asked, nodding to the door that led to the restaurant.

 

Logan shook his head. "This is my place, remember? I can take as long as I want to."

 

I nodded. Right. The big boss himself. His phone beeped in his jacket pocket. I got off his lap.

 

"I'll get it for you."

 

I walked to the jacket and fished for the phone.

 

"No, don't sweetheart."

 

I took the phone out and in the process my thumb slid over the screen, unlocking it. The message was right on the home screen.

 

When am I seeing you again, baby? This afternoon was much too short.

 

Blood drained from my face and I suddenly felt cold. I swallowed and felt sick to my stomach. I walked to Logan and held out the phone to him without looking at him. He took it from me and glanced at the screen.

 

"God dammit."

 

"Is this why you couldn't come pick me up?" I asked. My voice sounded small. I wanted t sound angry but I felt like I was coming undone at the seams. "Because you were with someone else?"

 

"It's not like that, sweetheart. It's--"

 

"Don't call me that. How many women do you call sweetheart? God, I don't want to know. Fuck, I was such an idiot thinking I was something special to you, that I was any different from the others. I should have known what a pig you were."

 

I walked to my shoes and picked them. Logan had gotten into his underwear and walked to me, hand outstretched. I stepped back.

 

"Don't touch me."

 

He pulled his hand back, his face closed. "Just let me explain." He sounded calm. Too calm.

 

"Explain what, that you told me all of that because I was special. That this happened because you actually care?" I pressed my hands into my hair, the heel of one shoe digging into my temple. "I'm such an idiot."

 

"Selena, please."

 

"Don't, Logan," I said, stepping away from him. "You're an asshole. I knew you were when I met you. I was an idiot to think you were anything else as I got to know you - at least, I thought I did. Was anything you told me real?" I looked around the VIP area. Was this place really his? It had to be if we were allowed to be alone in here.

 

"I'm not lying to you. Please just hear me out." He put a hand on my arm. I yanked it away and walked to the door. He couldn't follow me out into the dining area - he was still in his underwear, his suit scattered in pieces across the VIP lounge.

 

I was such a stupid woman. Of course a guy like Logan would have a million women after him and he would be stringing them along. I'd been so damn desperate for someone to love me. I'd let him wine me and dine and fucking recline me. And now? Now I was the butt of the joke. He could carve me out as another notch on his bedpost. I was the fool here. He'd probably already forgotten my name.

 

I stormed outside and hailed a taxi. Tears were already streaming down my cheeks. I would get over this, I told myself. I would survive. I got into the cab and sobbed before I managed to get my address out to the driver. He pulled off and drove away. I looked out of the back window. Just before the taxi turned into another road Logan came running out on his socks, shirt untucked, wearing only his pants. He was waving and calling. I wasn't going to stop.