Logan
“So have you decided to stay?”
Logan glanced up at her, unable to keep his eyes from running over every inch of her on their way up. There is something so alluring about the blonde vixen. He needed to be careful, or else she was going to catch him in her net.
“I bet many men better than me have been caught in the thrall of those perfect emerald eyes.”
“Crashing a night here would be welcome, but I don’t want to be a bother.”
Francesca waved her hand in dismissal. “Of course you aren’t. This house is big enough for the both of us.” She hesitated for a moment, her eyes falling from his for a moment before returning. “You don’t seem like the type to spill your guts to everyone you meet, and I’m okay with that. But it’s as plain as day that you are in some kind of trouble.”
Logan could feel his stomach knot as the first-class beauty blinked her too-long lashes as him. “It must be obvious to anyone who sees me that the last few days haven’t been good ones.” He winced, thinking back on Zook, that grin on his face as he tore Logan’s life to shreds.
“I’ve had a rough few days, for sure.”
“Well,” she said, a sweet smile on her perfect, peach-colored lips. Francesca was much prettier when she wasn’t crying, when she didn’t have streaks of makeup sliding over her sculpted cheeks. In fact, she wasn’t really wearing any makeup right now, and the gentle, wet wave of her hair made her stunning. “I think I have a way we can help each other.”
Logan raised his eyebrows and kept silent, waiting for her to finish.
Leaning forward, Francesca let the line of her robe open slightly, showing off her ample cleavage. Logan’s eyes were drawn down to her newly exposed skin, his body reacting like a fifteen-year-old watching his first porn. She’s good. It’s amazing anyone can ever tell this woman no.
“You look like you could use some money, and I need some help making my ex jealous. There’s a lot riding on this.” She took a deep breath, the soft skin of her fingers caressing her own flesh, much to the delight of Logan’s flesh. “I will give you ten grand for a few sexy selfies. With me. To send to my ex.”
Logan stared at her as she stood from her place at the kitchen table, sliding her robe off of her shoulders.
Holy shit.
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Francesca
Francesca grinned wickedly, her eyes hooded with pleasure. It was nice to know she was still hot, that her body in sexy lingerie could still make a man drool. Logan watched her every move as she ran her fingers through her hair, spinning in a slow circle for his benefit.
Gotcha, she thought, watching with glee as he swallowed hard, then swallowed again. “Come on, I’ll show you to the guest bedroom. Just a few photos, as hot as we can make them, and you’ll have enough money to get out of whatever situation you’ve found yourself in. Agreed? I’ll even cut your face out of the photos, if you like.”
He opened his mouth to speak and nothing came out. After clearing his throat, Logan tried again. “Make it twelve and I’ll do anything you want.”
Francesca laughed, tossing her robe aside. “Fine, twelve grand. Shake on it.” She held out a hand, and she watched with delight as he hesitated before taking it. His palm was warm and calloused under her own, feeling like sandpaper under her too-soft skin. A man that works for a living, then. The thought of Logan as a manual laborer really turned her on, flooding her panties like someone had left the water running. “Is it getting warmer in here?”
A twinge of nervousness at what she’s about to do hit her gut hard as they walked up the stairs together, her leading Logan by the hand like a child. “You can stay in here. Let’s mess up the sheets a bit before we climb in.” A blush burned over her nose, but Francesca ignored it.
This was too important.
“Davis is going to see these and freak out. Then I’m going to win back my boyfriend just to break up with his craven ass. Then I’m going to collect my money. Then everything will go back to normal.”
Francesca lays down on the bed, patting the mattress right next to her. “Okay, you sit here and kiss my neck.”
Logan stared at her for a moment, a hundred different emotions pulling at his sensual mouth in an instant. But he did it. Francesca pulled out her phone, making sure to get the hot, tattooed man kissing her neck and her scanty lingerie in the photo. But having Logan kiss her neck made it incredibly difficult to focus.
She was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to actually want him, but the moment he set his lips against her neck, every ounce of her blood turned to lava underneath her skin. Francesca’s body no longer seemed to care what was right or wrong; it was just filled with a kind of longing she’d never felt in her whole life.
Shivering with delight at the feel of Logan so close, his breath hot on her neck, Francesca had to take a deep breath to steady herself. She clicked several photos, making sure she looked as irresistible as possible in every one.
“This just isn’t sexy enough,” she mourned, looking at the photos. “We’re going to have to make it look more like we’re doing something hotter.”
Logan didn’t say a word. Instead, he just followed her instructions like a puppet. “Now climb on top of me,” she said, feeling her blush burn a little hotter across her cheeks. “We need it to look real.”
Logan pulled off his shirt and climbed between her legs, his face impassive. Francesca had been hoping for something more from him; she’d wanted to feel his desire against her skin like the sun’s heat. But instead, he seemed to have gotten complete control over himself, positioning himself like he was having sex with her without a single hint of lust.
Francesca took about a million photos. She angled the photos so it looked like they were actually doing the deed. Every brush of his skin against hers made things worse, the need in her spilling out to her extremities and flooding her sexy lingerie panties.
And yet, Logan remained unaffected.
Once she left his room, she immediately locked herself in her bedroom, the feeling of his body against hers leaving burn marks across every inch of her skin. It took a long time for her breathing to return to normal.
She lay down on her bed, facing the white ceiling with a kind of elated, heartbroken lust.
Picking up her phone, Francesca glanced through the photos. There Logan was, his body curled so hard around hers that —
Gasping, Francesca slid her hands down to her panties, unsurprised that she’d soaked through the lacy fabric. She caressed the parts of her that ached so desperately to be touched, her fingers rubbing and teasing as she flipped through the pictures again.
God, that was hot. She bit her lip as she slid her own fingers inside of herself, feeling her body crave any touch. But it wasn’t nearly enough.
Reaching into the drawer by her bed without looking, Francesca kept her eyes locked on the phone’s screen, each picture hotter than the last. Seeing herself being fucked by Logan, even if it hadn’t been real, was enough to light her whole body aflame.
She found her vibrator and slid it up into her throbbing pussy without preamble, unable to bear feeling so empty anymore.
Moaning a little, Francesca kept her eyes locked with her favorite photo as she slid the vibrator inside of herself again. It thrummed and caressed all the places she wanted Logan’s cock to caress.
If only that photo had been real.
That thought was enough to make her orgasm almost on its own and she jerked with the force of her climax.
Dripping wet, Francesca climbed out of bed to clean up. Although she still throbbed with the pleasure of her orgasm’s aftershocks, her body wasn’t quite satisfied. It still wanted desperately for Francesca to climb in bed with Logan to see what real sex with him would be like.
But she told that part of herself to take a hike and climbed back into her bed. It seemed emptier and colder than she ever remembered it feeling.