Page 99 of Sapphire Sunset

For a while, Connor didn’t speak, which gave Logan a chanceto gaze into those baby blues he thought he’d never see again. Logan expectedsome concern about the hotel or workplace complications, or maybe longing forNew York now that the realities of the job were settling in, but instead, Connortook a deep breath. “I almost let you cum in my mouth. Because I really wantedyou to.”

“How is this a problem?” Logan whispered.

“It’s kind of soon. And maybe a little risky.”

“Ah, I see.”

“And maybe this is a question I should have asked beforenow, but things are moving pretty fast for us.”

“After five years of waiting, that is.”

“True, but you know what I mean,” Connor said.

“I do. And I’d never let you do something that put yourselfat risk.”

“Even if it felt really good?” Connor asked.

“It wouldn’t feel good if I knew you were at risk.”

“That’s a really good answer, Logan.”

Connor graced him with a gentle kiss.

“I haven’t been a priest,” Logan said. “Far from it. But I haven’tbeen reckless either. I’ve been onPrEPsince it cameout. But I didn’t ditch condoms.”

“Same here,” Connor said. “So we’ll be using them?”

“For the time being, yeah.”

Connor’s eyes lit up, lit up at the prospect of a commitmentbetween the two of them that might include scheduled STD tests, looseninglayers of protection. Safety. Commitment. Trust. And the time to acquire allthose things. Together.

“Good,” Connor said. “’CauseI’mready for my punishment now.”

Logan smiled.

Then, suddenly, he stepped from the shower, looked back tosee Connor giving him expectant, puppy dog eyes. Logan continued with hiswithholding act, passed a towel back to him, which Connor took, pouting nowover the tiny bit of distance Logan had so quickly put between them. Maybe hethought it was a denial of his request.

Hardly. It was just the beginning of it.

He leaned against the edge of the bathroom counter as Connorstepped out of the shower, watched Connor dry himself off with sudden coldremove, as if surveying Connor’s body, coldly calculating his weak spots. Itmade Connor suitably nervous, which was its design. When Connor stepped fromthe stall and started for him, Logan reached up and gently took Connor’s chinin his hand. At the first sign of disciplinary force, Connor’s eyes blazed withhunger.

“And what exactly should you be punished for, Mr. Harcourt?”Logan asked in the tone with which he used to grill his recruits.

“I don’t know,” Connor said quietly. “Lots of reasons. I’vegot a sassy mouth, that’s for sure.”

“That you do.” Logan reached up and slid a finger into thecorner of Connor’s mouth, which he immediately suckled. “It’s pretty, though.”

“Yeah, well,” Connor whispered, “maybe that distracts youfrom what comes out of it sometimes. Maybe you need to do a better job ofmaking sure I”—he sucked Logan’s finger quick and hard—“watch my words.”

Logan spun Connor around so quickly Connor let out a small,delighted yelp. He clamped an arm across Connor’s chest and brought his headback until his ear was at Logan’s lips. With his other hand, he reached downand gripped one of Connor’s ass cheeks with force, shaking it hard. “Oh, so youthink this pretty little ass distracts me from making sure you don’t mouth offlike some spoiled brat?”

“Maybe.”

“And when exactly have you mouthed off to me, Connor Harcourt?”

As Connor considered his answer, Logan sought to distracthim by tightening his arm clamp around his chest, drawing Connor’s ass backagainst his cock, which was once more swelling from the sound of Connor’s teasing,kittenish tone. “Maybe that night at Laguna Brew. I could have been more…understanding.Of your predicament.”

“But you weren’t,” Logan growled. His cock was upright and hardnow, cupped in the crack of Connor’s ass. “Because you knew, deep down, what Ireally wanted to do was toss you in that Rolls-Royce and fuck you until you couldn’tremember your name because you were so busy screaming mine.”

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