12
| LOGAN |
She isn’t ready at noon.
I got her text that she’s running late on my drive from the airport so I head over to the gym instead of her place like we’d planned…only to find her still on the wall with that Kenny kid.
It’s not that I’m being possessive of my time with her—okay, maybe it’s that a little—but I don’t like the idea of anyone taking advantage of her. Her bleeding heart is one of the things I respect the most about her. And if I have to have a little intervention with anyone who isn’t showing said bleeding heart the same kind of respect, I damn well will.
“Everything going okay here?” I ask, greeting the pair as they finally make their descent.
Nicole turns to give me a smile that lights up the whole fucking room.
Kenny, on the other hand, looks less than thrilled to see me. He gives me a cursory nod and turns back to Nicole. “One more climb? Last one, I swear.”
“Kenny, your session finished two hours ago.” Though she looks pained in doing so, she holds her ground. “I’ll see you next week for your next session, okay? You did really well today.”
Kenny shoots me an annoyed look. “Fine. Whatever. See you around.”
And then he stomps off, looking ready to throw a tantrum. Seriously, that kid needs to learn some friggin’ manners. For a six-foot college freshman, he’s acting like a spoiled two-year old.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask her, concerned with the heavy sigh I hear her expel.
“I’m fine. Just…long day.”
Normally, I’d ask any person who looked like this if they wanted to talk about it, but knowing that Nicole literally couldn’t because of confidentiality, I go straight to the making her feel better part. “C’mon. Let’s go up to my office. I think you need a shoulder rub and sleep. You can take a power nap on my couch before your next session.”
“God, that sounds amazing. What about our lunch date though? You must be hungry.”
“Starving,” I agree. “But I already told you what I wanted to eat. And you sleeping while I’m eating your pussy isn’t going to work for me.”
Her cheeks go scarlet. “I thought you were joking.”
“I’d never joke about making you come, sweetheart. Now, you need me to carry you upstairs?”
“Lordy at this rate, yes.”
I swiftly scoop her up and begin walking over to my office like I’m carrying her over the threshold.
“Logan! Put me down,” she laughs. “I wasn’t serious.”
“Quit squirming, woman. You’re getting my cock all excited.”
Oh, shit.
She looks far too pleased with that admission.
Sure enough, she shifts to snuggle more into my arms so she can not-so-innocently rub that perfect ass of hers against my now rock hard dick.
I practically sprint the rest of the way to my office.
Jesus, she feels good in my arms, and from what I can tell from the way she’s breathing, her little upright lap dance had an effect on her as well.
“Still need that nap, baby? Or are you going to let me taste that sweet pussy that’s been torturing my cock?”
She ducks her face against my neck to keep her burning hot cheeks hidden as she says quietly, “Not tired anymore.”
So ridiculously adorable. And for some reason, that turns me on even more.
Only one problem.
Why in the hell didn’t I install some damn blinds in my office?
I meant what I said earlier. I’m starving for this woman. If I don’t fucking taste her pussy soon, I’m going to become unhinged.
The only option for privacy in here would be my private bathroom and that’s totally unacceptable. I’m not making Nicole come for the first time with me on a restroom sink.
Shit. This isn’t going to happen.
Defeated, I place her gently down on the couch. “Change of plans. Why don’t you go on and take that nap? I’ll be right back.”
She frowns. “Wait, where are you going?”
“Down to the locker rooms to take a cold shower.”
Her gaze shoots down to the front of my jeans.
Before I even realize her intent, she’s got my jeans undone and her warm, soft hand stroking the head of my cock.
“Nicole, we can’t.”
She holds my gaze. “We could go to your storage room.”
Tempting. So, fucking tempting.
She rubs her thumb across the tip, and slowly starts pumping her other hand along my shaft.
Hell, she wins.
I grab her wrist and pull her up to her feet, zipping my jeans back up as I propel her out the door and into the storage area directly next to my office.
“You need to be quiet while I’m making you come,” I say as I lock the door behind us, all the while hoping she won’t be too quiet. After hearing what she sounds like when she comes on the phone, a live show today would make my fucking day.
She frowns. “But you already made me come. Twice, in fact. So,” she says in a mind-messing mix of shy and feisty, “I’m thinking I owe you.”
This woman is going to drive me insane.
“No, not today.” I push her gently back against the wall, needing to feel her, taste her. Something. Anything.
“You’re being bossier than usual.”
I think she means that to be a complaint, but with my hands currently under her shirt pinching her tight nipples, it comes out as a breathy moan.
“You like when I’m bossy.”
“Sometimes. But you had your turn on the phone last night. I want you to come this time.” With that, she drops to her knees. “In my mouth.”
Jesus Christ.
How many times have I fantasized about this? About how my dick would look between those soft, sweet lips of hers as she stares up at me with those big green eyes and makes me come so hard I nearly black out.
My cock pulses and starts downright throbbing at the visual.
I know she doesn’t like how demanding I can get, and truth be told, it’s sexy as hell when she’s all bold and assertive like this. But, I can’t let her. At least not until I’ve had her come on my cock a couple dozen times. After that, sure.
She reads my expression like a book. “You don’t want me in control, do you?” she asks, incredulous.
“Next time,” I offer gruffly as a compromise.
She stares up at me for a beat before reaching for my hands and guiding me to spear them through her hair. I tighten my hands against her scalp while she slowly undoes my jeans again.
Jesus, this woman is like a fantasy.
“Are you sure?” I ask, feeling a serious lack of blood flow to my brain. In my experience, women don’t really like having their mouths fucked like this.
“I’m sure,” she says before testing my hold on her and shivering when I tug her hair just enough as her lips tease my tip.
Hell, that first wet glide of her tongue along the entire length of my shaft has me ready to lose it. I’m almost mindless over wanting to thrust all the way to the back of her throat. But, I manage to keep it in check and instead, brush my thumbs against her jaw, silently telling her we’ll try it her way.
For a little while.
Those feisty green eyes of hers stay locked on me the entire time as her lips close around my cock and that hot, feisty mouth of hers takes every inch of me in. Deep. Perfect suction. Perfect fucking rhythm.
The growing fever racing through my bloodstream is starting to overrule all rational sense, override my ability to keep from shooting my cum down her tight little throat already.
See, this right here is why she can’t have control. I want to, need to, be the best damn sex of her life. Past, present, and future.
Especially her future.
Because I’m that guy. The one who thinks about the future. I have to be that guy. I’ve got a kid at home, tens of dozens of investors around the world, thousands of employees all across the country, and millions affected by the decisions I make. They’re all counting on me to have my shit together every second of every day. I’m connected to all of their futures.
But this is the first time in a really long while that my future feels connected to anyone but Hannah’s.
It’s damn unnerving.
All too soon, the pleasure is too fucking good and my brain is shutting down to the point where I almost take over then.
Almost.
She pulls back before I can though.
“Why’d you stop?” I ask hoarsely.
The determined expression she’s wearing tells me I’m not going to like what she does next.
She says simply, “It has to be a give and take with us, Logan. You can’t control everything all the time.” And with that, she sits back on her heels.
She wouldn’t.
The look in her eyes tell me she would. “Let me know when you’re ready to have us on an even playing field.”
She stands up then and actually does it.
She actually walks her sweet, feisty ass out of the storage room.