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In the office, Logan was abrasive and strict, but he was also driven and fair. Logan outside of the office . . . holy shit. I did like him.
“Shit, don’t do that,” I said, panicked. He ignored me, leaning in to my neck and tracing the edge of my ear with his tongue. “Why? You don’t like it?” “No, I like it. I like it too much.” “That’s a terrible reason for me to stop.”
“No, I’m not, I’m honest.” “Yeah, brutally honest. It’s one thing to say someone’s hard work isn’t their best. Maybe not even good. It’s another to say it looks like total shit.” “I’m not going to sugar coat it. That cupcake ad made me want to stop eating food altogether.” He
“You’re already so wet. Do I turn you on that much?”
“You’ve got a dirty mouth, boss,” I said. “Stop talking and focus on your task.”
“Fucking shit,” he groaned. “Do you have blowjobs . . . on your résumé . . . under special skills? I’ll give you a recommendation.”
“I just need a minute, is all.” For his massive erection to go away. “I don’t think you realize how much I like watching you come.” “Probably not as much as I like you doing it. You’re pretty good at it.”
“I don’t remember . . .” I gasped, “. . . giving you permission.” “Yeah, well, maybe don’t scream when you’re coming all over my cock.”
He took a breath, looking concerned. “You okay?” “I’m just trying not to drool.”
Yet there was sunlight flooding every inch of his apartment and it was like a spotlight on every flaw in my body. He looked at me like they didn’t exist.
“Take those off and make yourself come.” “What?” “I want to see how you do it, so I know exactly how you like it.” I didn’t mind touching myself in front of him, but that? It was so private. “You know how I like it.” “I’m sure there’s room for improvement.”
“In case I want to do something like this to you someplace public.” The shiver down my body flooded me with warmth. “Where?” “Nowhere,” he teased, “if you can’t stay quiet.”
He dropped me off at my place, walking me to the front door of my apartment building. Such a gentleman, who had less than gentlemanly intentions for later.
“You cook, boss?” I had assumed we’d order out. “I can make a few things that are edible, yes.”
That’s the kind of relationship we had; I’d have a spare vibrator at his place before I had a spare toothbrush.
