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“Uh huh. And that was bad of me. Very bad of me to play withyou like that, Logan Murdoch.”

“Well, okay then.”

Logan released Connor and took a step back, leaving Connorstanding alone and naked in the middle of the bathroom as if he’d been placedin a sudden timeout. Of course, Logan’s ragingly hard cock was a dead giveawaythis was all role play, but Connor’s eyes seemed far more riveted by the sightof Logan’s mock stoic expression.

“Bed. Face down.”

“What’s my—”

“Shut up.”

Connor fought down a smile, took a deep breath, and pressedthe bathroom door open with one hand. When Connor was within a few feet of thebed, Logan gave him a focused and firm shove on his upper back that sent him facefirst into the comforter. He watched the impact closely, looking for signs ofresistance that said the shove had been too hard, or Connor might be all talkwhen it came to his desire for rough play, in which case Logan would dial backand readjust. Instead, he saw total submission, arms that bent and seemed towilt into the silken bedding, a mouthwatering ass that actually rose up in responseto this loss of control.

Perfect.

Logan straddled Connor’s back and grabbed his flushed neck.Quickly, without warning, he reared up and leveled a single, hard slap acrossConnor’s ass. He’d planned to start lighter, with a little test. Something thatdidn’t leave his cheeks flaming. But the shove onto the bed had served thatpurpose, and this strike had hit a perfect target, causing Connor to moan withpleasure and arch his back like a cat.

“You’ve led a very privileged life, you know that, Connor Harcourt?”Logan growled.

Again.

“And sometimes a boy like you needs a little discipline.” Hewaited a few seconds and unleashed three hard spanks in rapid succession, justso Connor couldn’t get used to the rhythm. Connor’s moans became hungry whinesthrough clenched teeth.

“A little focus,” Logan growled.

His cheeks aflame, Connor was grinding his crotch into thesheets. He was a beautiful little bitch in heat, and he was all Logan’s. Andthere was no denying the thrill Logan got from venting his frustrations fromthat long-ago night, from the sense that joy had slipped through his fingers,and the boy who drove him wild couldn’t bring himself to understand. He understoodnow, and he’d orchestrated this delicious fusion of anger and pleasure for thatexact purpose.

“A little pain might be what you need,” Logan whispered.

Gently, Logan rubbed Connor’s flaming cheeks. He was feelingfor resistance or fatigue, but Connor’s back was still arched as if seeking outthe pleasures offered by Logan’s punishing palm. Still, Logan couldn’t crank itup a notch without permission, so he bent down and brought his mouth toConnor’s ear. “Have you learned your lesson, you little brat?”

“Not yet, Mr. Murdoch,” Connor whispered. “I think I mightstill see you as nothing more than a big sexy hunk of man flesh who only existsfor my pleasure. You better take control and teach me otherwise.”

The beast he’d kept mostly caged since the first night theymet kicked the door off and burst out into the night. Logan unleashed severalhard blows in quick succession. The blend of hunger and surprise Connor moanedinto the sheets seemed to strengthen the power in his hand.

A subtle hint of Connor’s taste had been on his lips eversince their tumble in his office that morning, leaving him semi-aroused all daylong. Like the scent he’d left on his shirt the night before, it was a trigger.More than a trigger, a brand. A brand that would call him to do forbidden,nasty things whenever it reached his senses.

Logan unleashed a lustful, slick attack on Connor’ssensitive crack with his tongue, and Connor’s surprise met with pleasure,riding an underscore of wildness. It had always been one of his favorite things,rimming. Done right, it could turn the biggest, strongest alpha man into awhimpering mound of pleasure. But with Connor, it was like Logan was accessingthe very core of his desire, and in a way that said his ass was the seat ofinfinite pleasures for them both. Connor grabbed fistfuls of comforter, hismouth gasping against pillows. Biting them even, which made Logan let out a satisfiedlaugh.

God, he tasted good. Still shower clean, but also thatdelicious baked bread smell spiced with masculine musk.

He tasted his thighs now, teasing him. Tricking him intothinking he’d moved on before swiftly and forcefully returning to his spit-slickcrack, biting those perfect cheeks.

“Please,” Connor moaned.

Logan grabbed the back of Connor’s neck again, using the newleverage to drive his humming, throbbing cock in long, slow strokes along thecrack of Connor’s ass.

“Please what?” Logan growled.

“Please fuck me, Logan.” Four words spoken in a desperatewhisper. Four words that meant a total loss of composure, a total surrender todesire. Logan rewarded it by kissing that special spot on the side of Connor’sneck that made him writhe. And at the unbridled, hungry sounds that came fromConnor in response, Logan had to stop driving his cock along Connor’s ass or hewas going to erupt before he was ready.

Suddenly, Connor rolled over. With a jolt, Logan felt one ofthe guy’s hands around his throat. In the moonlight, he could see Connor’srock-hard cock jerking against his pale stomach. He’d been in danger ofcumming, no doubt, and that’s why he’d flipped himself soquickly. But the grip on Logan’s throat said something else. It was a reminder thatin the end, it was the bottom who had the power. The power to grant entry. Thepower to say yes and no and when.

“Now,” Connor purred. “Fuck me,now.”

When Connor pointed one hand toward the nightstand drawer,Logan realized he’d prepared for this moment. A tug on the drawer and a box ofcondoms and a bottle of Swiss Navy slid into view.

Such a resourceful guy,this gorgeous angel I’mabout to fuck into heaven.

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