Page 96 of Sapphire Sunset

Heart racing, Logan descended the steps toward the crescentof beach below, alone this time, but headed to something better, surer. Somethinghe’d thought he’d lost.

The gate to the boardwalk was closed and locked. He openedit with his key and walked through the dark yawning cave entrance.

Connor was in the exact spot where they’d first kissed.

“You are in serious trouble, Mr. Harcourt,” Logan said.

“That sounds promising.”

“What did I say about not leaving my sight?”

“I don’t know, but you said it in that grumbly voice you getthat makes me want to dry hump your leg.”

“Your safety is my priority.”

He hadn’t chosen that word on purpose, but he saw the effectit had on Connor. On that fateful night at Laguna Brew, priorities had beenLogan’s reason for not bringing them back to this very spot a second time. Andnow here they were. Fate had made Connor his priority, and he didn’t mind onebit.

“Prove it,” Connor whispered.

Logan pulled him close, but he wasn’t willing to grant him akiss. Not yet.

“Or maybe you were helplessly drawn by the irresistiblescent of chocolate and peanut butter. Feel free to thank me for the dinnerparty at any time, by the way.”

“I loved the dinner party. It was an amazing dinner party.But you’re going to get punished before you’re thanked.”

“Well, that sounds like a party on top of a party, if youask me.”

Those bright, twinkling eyes, that smile. Logan gripped theback of his head and brought their mouths together. Felt the yield, the hunger,the warmth, the sense of Connor’s body rising into his. Arm curling around hisback. Taking his time, tasting Logan’s lips, his tongue.

When they finally broke, Logan was breathless, and his pulseand the surf seemed to be competing with each other to drown out the naggingvoice of every worry he’d ever battled.

He spun Connor toward the guardrail, forced him against it,and savored the pleasurable groan that escaped him at this quick little displayof brute force.He’d gone instantly swaybacked, driving his ass intoLogan’s crotch as Logan deftly unbuttoned Connor’s pants with one hand. He leftthe guy’s belt in the loops so it wouldn’t slide free and into the water. Hekept his other arm looped around Connor’s stomach, holding him in place as hemade quick work of undressing him from the waist down. The idea of breakingtheir reverse embrace, right now, with Connor’s smell filling his nostrils andthe taste of his skin fresh on his lips, was intolerable. Even if it meant it wouldtake longer to get Connor naked. Or mostly naked. Or just naked enough.

When the misty ocean air hit Connor’s exposed thighs, heactually cooed, and when Logan peeled his white briefs down his waist, thentraced his fingers gently along the underside of his stiffening cock and histightening balls, Connor’s groans became hungry and throaty. Rich, pleasurefilled.

He’d had to back up slightly to push Connor’s underweardown, but even after relieving the pressure of Connor’s body against hiscrotch, Logan’s throbbing cock was still pressing painfully against the insideof his zipper. But the mouthwatering sight of Connor’s suddenly exposed assdistracted him from the little jabs of pain, which in and of themselves feltlike a sweet form of torture. Creamy white, full of invitation. Connor leanedforward as if there was a magnetic pull between his backside and the throbinside Logan’s khakis.

Logan felt a burning urge to free his own cock, but therewas something so delicious about undressing Connor and staying clothed himself.Yes, it was power. And he liked using power to give pleasure. But he loved thesense that he was unwrapping Connor, revealing more of his essence, taking hissweet time savoring the sight of every flushed and naked inch of him. Connoryielded so totally to this, his surrender didn’t just feel like a gift. It feltlike a blessing.

He’s giving himself to menow. In this moment.Which seemed impossible a short while ago.

“Shoes and pants off, now,” Logan said. “That’s an order.”

Logan’s dominant tone seized control of every muscle inConnor’s body. Suddenly, Connor turned around, bent forward, pulling off hisshoes one after the other. Logan wanted to let him do all the work himself sohe could savor the sight of every fresh inch of exposed skin coming into view,but he couldn’t resist. He sank to a crouch and pulled Connor’s puddled pantsout from around his ankles, the cell phone in one pocket thudding hard againstthe boards. But now that he was down here, he couldn’t resist raising his handsto Connor’s hips, caressing the smooth skin there, leaning forward and giving ateasing lick to the underside of Connor’s balls, then a long lick to the undersideof Connor’s shaft that made Connor grip the rail behind him, clenching histeeth while he gasped. His fingers found the smooth and once forbidden crack ofConnor’s ass. He stroked his hole, savoring its heat, prepared this time forthe sensitivity there, the way it made Connor shudder and chew his lower lipand take deep hungry breaths through his nostrils. Logan got to his feet,abandoning Connor’s jerking cock, bringing their mouths together, drinking inthe speed with which Connor’s lips yielded to his. He kneaded the hardness inLogan’s crotch, then started digging for the zipper pull.

“Logan…”

“Yes?” Logan asked between powerful kisses.

“Please…”

“Please, what?”

“Your cock. Give me your cock.”

“Hmmm. Not sure you’ve waited long enough.”

“I have, though. I even named my favorite dildo after you.”

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