Page 11 of Indulge

He grinned as he pulled another pan from one of the cabinets. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it. Of course, I’d love just about anywhere as long as it was just the two of us.” Maybe that sounded cheesy, but it was the truth. Logan was so much more to me than my lover and my Dom. He added something to my life that I’d never experienced before. I couldn’t imagine it being any different.

“I feel the same way, babe.”

Since he was busy with dinner, I scanned over the bookshelves while humming along to the music. They had a lot of the classics: The Great Gatsby, 1984, Wuthering Heights, and even Pride and Prejudice. I let my fingers linger over the last one. Pride and Prejudice was one of those books everyone told me I should read but I never had.

“Find something interesting?” Logan whispered in my ear from behind me.

I shrugged. “Maybe. I’ve just never been a big fan of the classics and that seems to be the majority of what they have here.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing my back against his chest. “Good thing we’re not here to read, then.”

Logan began nibbling on my earlobe and I snuggled against him. “A very good thing.”

Ever so slowly, he inched one hand between my legs. I opened them to give him better access.

Without warning, he retracted his hand and brought it back down hard on my clit. I jerked because it was so unexpected.

He chuckled. “Go set the table for us.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He hadn’t released me, so I remained where I was.

“Sir?”

I felt him grin against my skin, and then he let me go.

With no idea what that was about and not sure I wanted to know, I set the table.

When everything was ready, he brought the food over and placed it onto the small wooden surface. Logan sat down and motioned for me to stand beside him. He dug into his pocket and pulled out the panties that went with the nightie I was wearing. “I think you might need these.”

I’d been wondering if he’d have me sit down without any barrier between me and the chair. Apparently not.

Logan held the panties down near my ankles. I stepped into them and he shimmied them up my legs until they were in place. “Don’t get too comfortable in those. You’re only wearing them until we’re finished with dinner.”

I smiled back at him and looked at the chair that would be mine. “May I sit, Sir?”

He shook his head. “Serve me first. Then you may sit down and serve yourself.”

As I reached for the meat, Logan ran his hand up the back of my thigh. His touch was gentle yet possessive, like he was admiring what was his. It sent a thrill through me. I loved being his.

Once I had food on his plate, he dropped his hand and I went to take my seat. Even with the panties, I was acutely aware of how little I was wearing and how near he was. I craved times like this when all I had to think about was him... us.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved my job. It was everything I’d always dreamed of in a career. I had an entire team that reported to me. Really, I couldn’t have asked for a sweeter gig, but it made times like this with Logan all the more precious to me. Here I could let go and not worry about much of anything except him.

“What are you thinking so hard about over there?” he asked.

I looked over at him and grinned. “I was thinking about how much I love our time together like this.”

He brushed the back of his fingers along the side of my face. “I never thought I’d enjoy some of the kinky stuff we’ve done together.”

“I’m glad you do.”

“Me, too.” Logan grazed his fingertips down my neck to my breast. He rubbed back and forth over my nipple several times, pinched, and then removed his hand altogether.

I bit the inside of my cheek as I tried to breathe through my body’s reaction.

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