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| LOGAN |
I should’ve rescheduled this site visit.
With the construction for my newest U.S. climbing gym in Vegas in its final phase, I know it’s important that I be here since I’m a stickler for details. But, frankly, both my focus and my mood has been shit the entire time.
It’s no big secret that I’m not a fan of traveling. It’s always been a hard rule of mine not to go out of town more than a few days at a time and never two weeks in a row. Dad first, billionaire second. Always.
The folks I do business with complain at times that I’m difficult to work with as a result, but I don’t give a damn. What’s the point in being successful if I can’t prioritize my life as a dad?
What I’m finding vastly less tolerable about this trip, however, is that I’m not just missing my kid, I’m also missing the hell out of a certain shrink who’s been slowly driving me to distraction over the past couple of weeks.
As I’ve come to discover, my days are pretty fucking boring whenever Nicole’s not around to make me crazy. And vice versa. I miss getting her all worked up, teasing her about her precious 49ers. Christ, I think I even miss hearing all her cute psychobabble.
Yep, I’ve got it bad. But, strangely, I’m okay with that.
The woman hasn’t just gotten under my skin and into my head, she’s actually starting to fit into my life. It’s kind of shocking that the universe isn’t combusting as a result.
Up until now, a person would need to undergo a federal-level background screening and successfully pass the equivalent of multiple years of advanced ivy league training and both written and field tests in any subject of my choosing to even qualify to have a microscopic role in my daughter’s life.
Curiously enough, no one’s ever made the cut.
Nicole, however, in all her weird and head-shrinking glory, managed to leapfrog over my very strict requirements and somehow become a fairly constant fixture.
Impressive, really.
I confess, I’d had my doubts. But, it’s actually been going really well. She doesn’t have Hannah looking at inkblots and talking about her feelings all the time or anything like that. No, the pair just hang out regularly, tackling projects together or doing stuff outdoors.
And as of last week, they’ve also been climbing.
For Hannah’s first climb, I kid you not, I made sure the entire climbing area was blocked off with barricade tape and three of my workers were on the wall with her the entire time.
Nicole indulged me since it was her first climb (and maybe also because I’d threatened to revoke her membership if she didn’t). For Hannah’s second climb this week, however, she insisted it would have to be just her and Hannah up there, no interference, no hovering. Period. I grudgingly agreed, mainly because Hannah puppy-dog-eyed me.
But then this site visit in Vegas got penciled into my schedule right at the same time. When I couldn’t postpone it, I made sure to warn my entire staff to keep a close eye on them while I was gone. Every worker in the place received orders to grab the on-site physician for even the littlest knee scrape.
On either of them.
Swear to god, if Nicole hadn’t sent me the link to a live feed of Hannah’s climb earlier today, I would’ve been useless all afternoon.
I’d been nervous as hell to watch it, but admittedly, it was pretty damn amazing to see my little girl in the video owning that wall like a tiny little badass and having the time of her life.
The fact that Nicole had made a point to arrange the recording and live feed for me today without me even asking (aka demanding) is yet another reason why I can’t stop thinking about the woman.
Her sweetness could possibly be her sexiest quality.
I know it’s late and Nicole’s probably in bed already, but I have this strange need to talk to her. Thank her for the video. Hell, just hear her voice, even.
Normally, just getting to chat with Hannah before she goes to sleep is enough to make my trips more bearable. But the last couple of nights, I’ve needed something more.
I’ve needed my Nicole fix.
And just like that, it’s as if my phone dials itself.
“Hello?” Nicole’s voice on the other end is low and sleepy, but also curled around a faint, very distinguishable purr of pleasure.
Instantly, I’m as hard as a rock.
“What were you just doing?” I ask.
“Logan?”
“Are there any other men calling you in the middle of the night?” There better not fucking be any.
“Of course not.”
“Then back to my question. Did I interrupt something?” I ask, already enjoying the hell out of this call.
“Just getting ready for bed,” she replies innocently.
I’m not going to let her get off that easily. My cock is practically leaking precum already, I’m so fucking turned on.
“You were touching yourself,” I say and I hear her gasp on the other end. “Were you thinking about me?” I want to hear her say it.
“I…should probably just talk to you when you get back.” Her voice breaks.
Jesus, she’s touching herself right now.
“Did you already come or did I interrupt you before you got a chance to?” I ask, and I swear I can hear her blush.
“You…interrupted me,” she admits, her voice a tortured whisper that sends a pulse of electricity straight to my balls.
“Tell me what you were thinking about while you were trying to make yourself come. What was I doing? Was I sucking on your clit? Fucking your tight pussy from behind?”
Dammit, if she moans like that one more time…
“S-something else…” she says almost too quietly for me to hear. “I-I was…on my knees.”
Oh, fuck.
I squeeze my eyes closed and feel my cock throb in my hand. Sure, I’d wanted to know what gets her hot. But knowing that she was thinking about sucking my dick is killing me.
“I want to hear you come. Right here on the phone with me,” I say and she whimpers.
I can hear it, she’s almost at the end of her tether.
“Logan, I shouldn’t.”
“But you will.”
The sexiest sound of defiance escapes her throat in response to my dictate and my imagination automatically takes over, putting me right there with the feisty creature. My brain can almost see her hypnotic green eyes right now, challenging me at every turn while her slender fingers play with her perfect little pussy.
“Come for me on the phone, and I’ll make you come in person when I see you next.”
That breaks her.
I don’t think she can even hear me anymore. She sounds utterly lost in her own world of soft moans and breathless pleasure.
Christ. I’m going to come in my hand at this rate. I’ve never had phone sex before and honestly, I didn’t think it’d do it for me.
But goddamn, this is fucking doing it for me.
A sudden wave of primal possession washes over me then as I listen to her come her brains out. “Have you ever come on the phone before?” I demand gruffly after she’s had a chance to catch her breath.
Even if I hate the answer, I want to, need to know if she’s done this with someone else.
“N-no. Never,” she says.
The tightness in my chest eases a bit. But not fully. There’s only one thing that’ll make that happen. “I’m the only one who gets to make you come on the phone. Me. No other fucking guy.” Ever. “Say it.”
I don’t know why I feel part caveman around this woman, but I can’t seem to control it.
I let go of my cock and sit up. “I need to hear you say it, Nicole. No other guy gets to make you come. Not on the phone. For damn sure not anywhere else.”
“If you’re asking if I’m the kind of woman who has casual things with different men at the same time, I’m not.”
Yeah, that’s not enough. I want to know that when she’s with me, no other men even register on her radar. Lord knows that’s the case for me. Ever since Nicole wormed her way into my world, I don’t notice any other women. And I sure as hell don’t want her noticing any other men.
“I only want you, Nicole. And I want to hear that you only want me, too.”
“But we haven’t even…” she says softly. “It’s way too early for us to—”
“We’ve known each other for years,” I break into her objection. If I’m being honest with myself, she’s been under my skin since the first day I saw her in my gym five years ago. “So, no, it’s not too early.”
It’s long overdue if you ask me. And I’m going to make up for lost time. “Do you want any other guys?” I ask plainly, doing my best to mute the growl resulting from the very idea of that.
“No, Logan. Just you.”
“Good.” I wrap my fist around my hard dick again. “Now, let me hear you come for me again. Give me something beautiful to listen to while I’m pumping my cock dry thinking about you.”
The command draws a startled, ragged whimper out of her. Followed by the unmistakable sounds of a sweet, surprise aftershock orgasm.
Knowing my words got here there is enough to almost send me over the edge. But I stop myself before I do. I’m going to need an ice-cold shower after this, but I don’t care. I don’t want to come without being able to see her. Touch her. Fucking taste her.
Her breathing eventually returns back to normal, and then slowly starts to drift off.
“You falling asleep on me, baby?”
“A little. Sorry. Although, really, you only have yourself to blame.”
So damn cute when she’s punchy. “Do you have lunch plans for tomorrow?”
“I thought you don’t come back until night time,” she murmurs sleepily.
“I’m going to change my flight schedule. You going to be free to have lunch with me?”
“Actually, I am,” she says, her voice clearly smiling. It’s faint, shy. But it’s there. Dammit, I should’ve video-called her so I could see it. Next trip, for sure.
“What do you want to eat?” she asks.
That’s easy. “You. Be ready at noon.”