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I kind of liked it, and admitting that to myself made a small wave of pleasure and desire wash over me.
He’d seen me naked, he’d gone down on me, and currently he was fucking me. My boss. Wasn’t it enough that I had to struggle to please him at the office?
“I wanted to ask you to get drinks right before the promotion,” he said.
But she had a strict Catholic upbringing, and maybe deep down she worried there was truth there. That she enjoyed sex and that was wrong.
saw him through new eyes. My
What he was asking . . . what my boss was asking, was if I wanted to sleep with him.
“You feel like you go on forever.” I sighed when he slid into me. I closed my eyes, letting lose a tear of frustration.
“I think we’re past the point of being shy about what we want. So say it.”
“I’m not interested in a relationship, but I am interested in you. I can be exclusive to that.”
This kiss was tender and slow and filled with heat that threatened to consume me. It stole my breath and made me lightheaded. My heart pounded so fast, I could hear it loud in my ears.
Blake’s back was to Logan, but I could see every ounce of unease in Logan’s face. His dark look toward Blake was adversarial.
How did he do that? One simple touch and I was falling apart. My need for him was insatiable.
was powerful, knowing I did that to him. And with that power, I knew what I wanted to do. I
That was what I wanted. That tiny signal that maybe I could make him feel as out of control as he made me. I wrapped my hand tight around the part I couldn’t fit in my mouth and dragged my grip up, then back down, following with my mouth. It took no time for his dick and my hand to be coated in saliva.
“I want to see all of you,” his voice was hushed. Tender.
It was something else completely.
Logan: Thinking about you going down on the girl at the club, I need your permission.
carried me a few steps to the couch and set me down, bending on a knee so he could undo the tiny buckle holding the suffering shoe in place.
“It’s fucking hot out there,” he said. I almost dropped the can when I turned to face him. He had on a pair of shoes and shorts, but no shirt, and a black armband that carried his iPhone. Sweat rolled down his flushed face and dripped from his tanned and toned chest.
“No. I like looking at you. I like how you look at me.”
“To doing whatever you have to, to get what you want.” It was like he’d just poured lava on me.
He took my hands in his, lacing our fingers together, and pressed them above my head, holding them to the mattress. He leaned forward and brought our lips together.

