Epilogue
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[McCoy, Logan – 5:54pm] You almost ready to go?
[McCoy, Samantha – 5:55pm] I need about 30 minutes
[McCoy, Logan – 5:55pm] Ok. Let me know when you’re ready.
Logan sat in his office, wondering what in the world Sam was doing on a Friday night. It was the first Friday in quite some time that Xavier hadn’t insisted that Logan stay late. That was probably because the man was out of town on business, not expected back until late Wednesday. Logan knew that meant he had the opportunity to get some more pressing things done, but he just wanted to get home and relax for a while.
Sam had come in early that morning because she had an extensive meeting planned, so he figured she’d be just as ready to go home as he was. He couldn’t imagine what she was working on. Instead of bothering her, he immersed himself in one of the project updates he needed to modify to present to the board next week.
When seven o’clock rolled around, Logan was just about to walk down to Sam’s office when his door opened, and she walked in.
“Hey.” He greeted her. “I was just about to come get you.”
“Yeah?” She asked as she shut the door behind her. Then a slight click sounded as she locked it.
He could only stare back at her. What was she up to?
“Did you need to talk about something?” Logan asked as she made her way across the room, perching on the edge of his desk in front of him.
“Something.” She stated, still sounding very strange.
“Is everything alright?” Logan was beginning to worry because Sam never came to talk to him in his office. She was adamant that they not show any affection to one another during work hours. It wasn’t professional, she’d told him.
“It will be.” In a surprising move, Sam slipped off her sandal and put her foot on the edge of his chair, pushing him away from his desk.
“What’s going on, Sam?” Ok, so he was past the point of being worried.
“Nothing’s wrong.” She grinned for the first time since walking into his office. “I was just thinking.”
“About what?” Logan stared back at her, waiting.
“I was thinking how you work too hard.”
“Well, I’m not the only one, baby. It’s seven o’clock on a Friday night, and I’ve been waiting for you, remember?”
“That’s not entirely my fault.” She told him as she stood in front of him now, between him and his desk.
“No?” Logan saw something in her eyes, something akin to heat, and he wondered exactly what she was thinking.
“No. I’ve been waiting patiently for the rest of the team to go home.”
For what, he wondered.
When Sam went to her knees on the floor in front of him, Logan damn near choked. What the hell was she doing?
“I’ve been giving some serious thought to that fantasy of yours.” She told him as she reached for his belt buckle.
Logan sucked in a breath. He didn’t have to think too hard to know exactly which fantasy she was referring to. After all, they were in his office, and his sexy wife had just locked the door behind her.
“Yeah?” He encouraged her to keep talking. He loved when she told him in no uncertain detail exactly what she wanted to do to him.
Once she unhooked his belt, she moved on to the button and zipper of his slacks, expertly easing his now hard cock out of its confinement.
“I’ve been thinking about how good you taste.” Sam said as she leaned forward, placing a kiss to the swollen head, making his dick jump in her hand. When she sucked him into her mouth, he bit back a groan.
Unable to stop himself, Logan gripped her hair, pulling her closer to him as she sweetly loved his cock, licking and sucking like only Sam could do. “What else have you been thinking?”
Sam pulled him out of her mouth, using her lips to plant kisses down the shaft, sliding her tongue against the vein running down the underside, making his balls tighten painfully. If she wasn’t careful, he was going to come in her mouth right here.
“I’ve been thinking how hot it would be for you to fuck me in your office.”
Now that was surprising, given all of her reluctance at the office, but Logan was not about to point that out. Not when she was blowing his mind with her tongue. He didn’t say more, just held her head in his hand and slid his cock back into her mouth.
“Damn that’s good, baby. I love when you suck me.” He told her, holding her head still so he could control his movements. “Lick my balls.”
Sam did as he told her. She always did as he told her and she made sure he knew how much she enjoyed it. “Oh, damn, baby.” Logan groaned as she bathed him in moist heat. “I want you naked. Right fucking now.”
~*~*~
Logan’s vulgar tone turned her on and made her wet. She’d been battling a severe case of nerves all day as she planned out exactly how this was supposed to go. With Xavier out of town, Sam knew this was her one and only opportunity to give back to Logan for everything he’d given her.
He was the most unselfish man she’d ever met, and after all of the ways he pleasured her, Sam wanted to show him how much she loved him. It had been a huge risk coming into his office, but now that she was here, she wondered how they’d managed to avoid this all along. It was hotter than hell to have him in her mouth while she knelt on the floor behind his desk.
When he pulled away from her, fully expecting her to get naked, Sam did as he said. Within seconds, she had her jeans and t-shirt off and on the floor beside her while he was rapidly doing the same with his own clothes.
“On the desk.” He ordered her, and Sam eased up onto the wood, the laminated top cold on her butt.
“Spread your legs, Sam.”
Again she did as she was instructed, wondering how in the world the power had changed hands. Sam had fully anticipated coming in here and granting the man this one fantasy, but he’d easily turned the tables.
“Oh!” Sam moaned when Logan buried his tongue between her legs. He was using his thumbs to hold her swollen lips apart, his tongue delving into her. It was erotic, to say the least. She leaned up so she could watch him.
“I’ll never look at this desk the same again.” He told her as he licked gently back and forth before flicking his tongue against her clit.
“Yes. Right there.” Sam told him, wanting him to make her come because if he didn’t, she was going to explode anyway, just from watching him.
Logan sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue tormenting her until she couldn’t hold out. Gripping his head in her hands, she held him to her as her clit pulsed and throbbed. And then she exploded, her orgasm a violent pulse inside of her, making her muscles tense as she held his head between her legs.
“Damn that’s hot.” Logan said as he moved up her body, pulling her bottom to the edge of the desk. Thank goodness he was tall because he easily lined his body up with hers before sliding into her.
And yes, it was hot. Her skin was coated in perspiration, and her breathing was labored. The intensity of her orgasm had damn near drained her, but Logan was working furiously to build the next one that would likely blow her mind.
“Fuck.” Logan growled, lifting her legs until they were hanging over his arms. “You’re pussy’s so wet. So fucking tight.”
Logan rammed into her over and over, each thrust harder than the first. The desk was moving beneath her, but the only thing she could focus on was the heat reflected in his eyes.
“Come for me.” She told him, trying to take the reins once again. “You’re going to make me come, Logan.”
Logan leaned over her, pressing her thighs against her body as he fucked her relentlessly. He locked his gaze with hers. “I love you, Samantha.”
The words touched her just like they always did. Sam tightened her internal muscles, gripping him as hard as she could. “I love you too, Mr. McCoy.”
And with that, they exploded together, Logan’s mouth coming down on hers so they could inhale the groans that they wouldn’t have been able to stop.
~*~*~
Logan held Sam’s hand as they walked to the car. His mind was still racing and he was damn near hard as a rock again, wanting her. She’d blown his mind yet again, but then again, he’d come to expect it from her.
Sam might not realize it, but she had walked into his life and since that day he’d been mesmerized with her. Everything about her. She’d gifted him with her love, and because of that, he knew that he would go to the ends of the earth to make her happy.
“So?” He asked when they reached the car.
“So what?” Sam asked, smiling up at him.
“How in the world do you plan to top that one?”
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something.” She told him, leaning up to kiss him.
Logan pulled her against him, holding her close and loving every second of having her in his arms. “I’m not sure anything will be as good as that was.”
“I’m thinking we should rent a room at the club. That might inspire some ideas.” Sam stated when Logan opened the car door for her.
“Baby, I think you’re addicted to sex.” Logan smiled, then groaned. The woman was going to kill him. And boy what a way to go.
“No, not sex. I’m addicted to you.” Sam grinned.