Page 79 of Sapphire Sunset

Logan gripped the side of Connor’s face, reached up with hisother hand, and ran his fingers through Connor’s hair, as if the feel of itbetween his fingers satisfied a long-denied craving. The silent, deliciouslytorturous dance sent a single message—all the power and force he’d used to dropRodney like a rock, he could also use to send Connor into ecstasy. And he waswilling to do it right here, right now. On top of his uncle’s desk.

“My hero,” Connor whispered.

Suddenly, their mouths were locked, but it was like theywere flying. That’s how powerful Logan’s embrace was. Every inch of Connor’sbody that fell outside the radius of Logan’s devouring kisses felt vaporous andfree, spirit floating above skin.

When his kisses met Connor’s neck and found the special spothe’d discovered years before and neglected ever since, Connor’s back arched.His desperate moans turned to hungry, pleading whines.

“My hero,” Connor whispered. When Logan heard these words asecond time, he growled, spun Connor to face the wall, unbuckled Connor’s belt,yanked his briefs down with a single, powerful tug, releasing Connor’s achinglyhard cock, exposing his ass to a blast of cool air quickly followed by Logan’sheat. Deliciously exposed, Logan’s fingers traced the crack of his ass, gently,teasingly.

“One kiss isn’t going to be enough to satisfy me this time,”Logan said.

Logan’s fingers gently caressed his bare crack, sendingcascades of pleasure up his spine, forcing desperate moans from him.

“You too, it looks like. Someone’s very sensitive down here,”Logan whispered.

There was a shifting and rustling behind him.

“Very, very sensitive.” Logan’s voice sounded like it wascoming from a different place. Literally. The man had dropped to his kneesbehind Connor’s exposed ass, and the fingers he’d been using to caress were nowgripping Connor’s cheeks, spreading them slightly.

Oh my God. Is he really about to—

Before Connor could finish the thought, Logan bathed themost sensitive part of his body with his tongue. Shock, alarm, and pleasurecrashed into each other inside of Connor, forcing him to bite down on oneclenched fist he’d pressed to the wall above his head, like a man gettingarrested by desire. Logan’s licks were long, hungry, and fearless, leavingConnor slick, exposed, and trembling, telling him no part of his body wasshameful or off limits. That not an inch of him would escape Logan’slong-delayed desire.

It was too much. It was everything. It was perfect, and itleft Connor whispering curses against the wall like a man watching his every shredof reason leave him.

Then Logan’s mouth was at his ear. “So what do you say, Mr.Harcourt? Do I stop? Because if I don’t, I don’t care if God knocks on thatdoor, you don’t leave this office until your cum is on my hands.”

“Don’t stop.”

Logan let out an appreciative growl, then he dipped hismiddle fingers in between Connor’s lips. With a leap in his chest, Connorrealized what was to come and left them slick with spit even though he was fightingthe urge to suckle them just so he could taste Logan. But the man had work todo. Logan used his lubed-up fingers to probe at Connor’s entrance, letting outa surprised grunt when he felt almost no resistance. Then, slowly, working,probing, he found the seat of Connor’s pleasure. Grazed it, stroked it, appliedpressure all while working Connor’s throbbing, leaking cock with his otherhand, his mouth at Connor’s neck.

As Logan intensified his ministrations, Connor straightened,rocking back until he was almost standing and riding Logan’s fingers up anddown. Reaching back, his hand found Logan’s muscular neck and held on for dearlife. He couldn’t decide if he was leaving his body on waves of pleasure or beingdriven so deep inside of it he was discovering a place where pleasure reignedsupreme. A place where there was only Logan’s all-consuming embrace, powered bya reckless and relentless finger-fuck coupled with expert strokes of Connor’scock.

He was close, perilously close. In danger of crying out soloud they’d hear him in LA.

He rocked forward, releasing Logan’s neck, bracing himselfagainst the wall with both hands and clamping his mouth around the arm of hisjacket, muffling the cry that was already tearing from him. He expected Loganto shush him, or at least ask him to be quiet, but the man only quickened thethrusts of his fingers and the strokes of his other hand. He was watchingConnor’s face, studying every change in his expression, using them to guide hisprobing, his stroking, his determined finger-fucking.

So often when he was alone, with only his hand and fantasyto guide him, Connor’s orgasms were prolonged but stuttering. As if they foughttheir way through his entire body in stages, each new rush forcing anotherseries of startled cries from him. This was an unstoppable eruption that swepthim from head to toe. It wasn’t a series of cries that tore from his throat,but one long moan muffled into the spit-dampened arm of his jacket.

He rocked back against Logan’s body.

Logan slowly withdrew his fingers from within Connor’s heatand wrapped that same arm around Connor’s stomach, holding him upright while helavished his neck with more kisses.

The combined sense of being emptied and supported madeConnor feel both boneless and airborne.

“Breathe,” Logan whispered. “Just breathe.”

Connor was doing his best. But it was hard.

“Told you I’d finish.”

And when Logan raised the hand he’d used to stroke Connor torelease, his fingers were coated. For a second, Connor thought the quick searchfor a tissue would bring an end to their lustful reverie. But Logan didn’trelease him.

This time, there was no crackle of voices in Logan’searpiece. No hasty escape. This time he steered Connor to the sofa, letting himstay rag-doll limp in his arms as he settled down onto the cushions, allowingConnor to wilt against him, face down, shielding his exposed cock and balls betweenhis legs. Once Connor was settled, he gently pulled a tissue from the boxbeside the sofa, using it to clean his hand. But slowly, as if he didn’t wantthe business of it to distract from Connor’s lingering bliss. Theair-conditioned air still kissed his exposed ass, but Connor didn’t want tomove. Couldn’t move. Didn’t care that the distant sounds of the hotel werepenetrating the office, driving home the recklessness of this act.

A moment that had started five years ago had finally come toa blissful fruition, and every orgasm Connor had experienced since had been awarmup for this one. And now, if either one of them tried to run, there’d be alot more to run from.

But neither one of them was running. They were lying in eachother’s arms as if they never planned to run again.

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