Page 26 of Fire Dragon Lover

A thought popped into her head, and she smiled at him, "Since you got to know me so well, mind answering some of my questions?"

Logan perked up at the question, "Of course." He took a step towards her.

"Where did you grow up?" She reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled him under the water. She pressed against him, loving the skin-on-skin contact. She loved the roughness of his hands and the smoothness of his chest.

"I grew up here from birth till now."

She frowned, "And you're parents?"

He frowned, sad. "My mom passed away when I was young, and I've always had a distant relationship with my father. We got along, but I wouldn't say we are super close. We maybe see each other twice a year."

She frowned as she slid her hands down his body. She loved the way his abs curved and how his muscles went ridged against her touch. She liked how the water ran over him perfectly. God, it made her wet.

"No siblings?"

He looked down at her hands, his jaw clenched, "Nope. Just me."

She smiled as she kissed his chest. She listened as he took a deep breath in, his body grew hot under her touch.

"Were you close with your mother when she was alive?"

He blinked and closed his eyes for a moment, "Yes. I was. I remember we used to bake together when I was little."

She slipped a hand down further and grasped Logan's length. His dick hardened on contact, and he damn near jumped away from her. His eyes grew sharp, and he swallowed. He grabbed onto her cheeks, pulling her lips to his. He kissed her roughly, his tongue finding hers.

She nearly lost her footing as he pressed her against the wall. Her back hit the tile, and she moved her hand on his dick. She loved him taking control, but at this moment, she wanted to be the dominant one. He knew so much about her now, and she wanted to know him.

"Logan." She moved her head away as she forced the kiss apart. "It's my turn to ask the questions. You can't distract me."

His hands went in fists, and he took a steady breath in, "You're killing me here, Gretchen. God, you feel how hard I am."

She smirked, "That is the point." She nipped at his earlobe and whispered softly, "So, your mother? You were close. Correct?"

She moved her hand up his length, she made sure to go as slow as she possibly could. She loved the feel of him in her palm, and she loved to watch his body tense up on her. She loved the control.

"Yes." He growled out as his hands held her against the tile wall. "This is torture, Gretchen."

She smirked and tightened her grip and moved her hand quicker. "Just for a while. I promise to make you feel good. I wouldn't leave you hanging."

He scowled at her. She smirked.

She pressed him back until his back hit the wall. She kissed his neck, "Tell me something I don't know, and maybe I'll help you along."

Logan was quiet for a moment when he groaned out, "I'm a philanthropist."

This was news to Gretchen. She smirked at him, "Really?"

He nodded, "I don't speak about it much because it's a hard subject to bring up."

"Can you go into detail?" She was interested in this. She knew Logan had spent great sums of money on things, but she would never have guessed for goodwill. The thought warmed her heart to know he was a kinder man than she thought.

He glared at her, not liking the turn of the conversation. "While your hand is on my dick? You want me to go into detail about it while your fucking giving me a handjob?"

Gretchen smirked. As much as she liked to tease him, he didn't seem to enjoy this. "Fine. But you will when we are done." She quickened her hand and watched his jaw clench.

She bent down onto her knees, and she moved her hand, running her tongue against his length. He gasped for air, and it echoed around with the water.

"Fuck, Gretchen!" He growled into the air. She could taste him, salty yet sweet. She adjusted her jaw and pulled him entirely into her mouth. She bobbed her head back a few times to make sure it fit comfortably into her mouth.

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