Page 15 of 14 Night Tryst

“That’s for you to figure out, but you are not to touch yourself without my permission,” he states, taking hold of my chin and gently pushing my head back a touch so he’s looking down into my face. “I want that cunt slavering and aching for my attention. I want you so horny that all you’ll think about for the rest of the day is the assault my tongue will unleash on you later.”

Oh boy. Later? My girl is already drooling and fluttering in anticipation.

“I’m going to take a shower and freshen up before my meeting.” Logan presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth, deliberately missing my lips before he turns and walks in the direction of the bathroom, leaving me lusting after him, every nerve in my body prickling.

A very long fifteen minutes later Logan emerges from the shower, his sensational body glittering with droplets of water. While he dries his hair with a smaller white towel, the one around his waist hangs low and loose around his narrow waist displaying those glorious abs, his very prominent Adonis belt that makes smart girls like me stupid and the treasure trail that leads from under his belly button down to hisverywell-endowed appendage.

Sitting on the bed, the phone in my hand completely forgotten and all my cognitive functions power down while I gawp at him shamelessly with lustful eyes as he moves around the room, marveling at the way his muscles flex with each movement.

I mean, how is this man forty? Seriously?! And more importantly why on earth has he chosen to be withmeof all people?

I almost slap myself, just in case I’ve dosed off at work or something and I’m dreaming all of this because the man is simply illusory. The ringing of Logan’s phone pulls me from my stupor. Whoever is calling him has his face contorting. Is it his ex-wife again? Logan’s eyes flit over to me as he lifts the phone to his ear to answer it. “Suzan.”

I sit up straight so fast it takes my brain a second to catch up.

Shit. Why is my boss calling him?

“I’m well, and you?” When I give him a questioning look Logan presses his finger to his nose as he strolls over to the bed and sits at the edge. “Yes, we’ve arrived and just checked into the hotel.” I shuffle over to him, and he looks back at me. “Yes, she did.” I strain to hear what she’s saying on the other end but she’s talking so quietly I can barely make anything out. “Savannah and I went through every detail, she’s very thorough, and I have to say Suzan she’s an absolute asset to your company. So far, I’m very impressed with the work and passion she’s put into this event.” I smile when he winks at me.

God, I just want to smush my face to his and kiss him till he’s drained of every last bit of air. While he’s chatting to Suzan my eyes wander over the length of him and being this close to him I’m surrounded by the dizzying smell of his shower gel. You know the sporty one that men use that’s supposed to smell like ocean minerals, but it smells anything but.

The conversation with Suzan has moved on to his gala dinner she’s planning for him which is two days after we get back from Istanbul. No doubt she’s going to have me zipping around like a headless chicken to finalize the last-minute details with all the vendors. If I recall correctly Logan’s event is worth twenty thousand dollars, give or take a couple of hundred, so we cannot afford to miss a single detail. Not to mention it would tarnish Glitz and Glams pristine reputation that Suzan has dedicated her time and energy—also my sweat, blood and tears— into cultivating.

While I’m taking a wander through my cogitations, Vee’s voice pops into my head. Something she said to me before I left for the airport.“Bitty, you’ve already got him hooked, now you need to give him a reason to keep coming back, give him something no one else can. Be the girl who leaves an indelible taste in his mouth, one he can never acquire with another. When he’s balls deep in another woman, you’re the one he needs to be thinking about.”

The thought of him being with another woman irks me. I’ve never been the jealous type, but the way my stomach twists with agitation is a clear sign that I’ve gone and unlocked a new trait.

Shifting behind Logan I run my hands up his muscular back toward his shoulders. Dipping my head, I press soft kisses down the column of his neck until I get to the base and suck until I leave a nice red mark behind. Logan’s eyes close and with a low throaty groan his head lulls to the side to give me more room to kiss and nuzzle his neck.

I’ve never had such an overwhelming urge to please any man as I do him. I feel like a whole other person when I’m around him and I love her. I love how free and brazen she is. I want to do everything I possibly can to drive Logan crazy. I want him to be blinded by his need for me. I want him to live and breathe me and me alone.

If this is a sickness, I don’t ever want to be cured.

Moving off the bed I stand before him. Logan opens his eyes and peers up at me, bottom lip between teeth, his silvery blue gaze glittering in the sunlight that’s filtering through the window.

When I step closer to stand between his legs, Logan spreads them further to accommodate me, his gaze titillated as I lean in and gently rake my fingernails up his bare thigh that becomes exposed from the opening of the towel when he pushed his legs apart. My wandering hand finds the fold of the towel where it’s tucked to keep it fastened around his hips and I tug it until it falls open.

My eyes lower to his member semi-erect and resting on his lower abdomen. I can’t believe I’m about to give him a blow job while he’s on the phone to my boss. Before I kneel between his legs, I lean forward and whisper in his other ear. “Keep talking.” Suzan made her interest in Logan very evident with her terse attitude toward me after he insisted on taking me to Istanbul with him instead of her. I’m probably taking a risk here, and while I may not be able to openly claim Logan as mine without jeopardizing my job, the catty side to me wants her to know that he has a romantic interest elsewhere.

If I’m being honest, I would love to have her hear how good he sounds when he comes for me, but I fear that will only spur her pursuit of him, and furthermore it would be crassly unprofessional on Logan’s part, and I wouldn’t ever want to do anything that will taint his reputation.

“Mhm,” Logan hums, watching with hooded eyes as I wrap my fingers around his now fully erect cock. “Black and gold sounds…good,” he adds, swallowing thickly when I start to stroke him.

When I suck and lick his balls, his eyes close and his head falls back. “Fuck,” he mouths, jerking his hips up and thrusting into my hand.

Mm, that’s hot.

I run my tongue up his shaft and flick the tip against the piercing which makes his hips judder. After that, I know I’ve got his full attention and he’s not taking in a single word of what Suzan is jabbering on about. His responses are a string of ‘yes’ and ‘mhm’. I’m not convinced that he’s even aware of what he’s agreeing to.

Logan’s free hand comes up and he curls his fingers into my hair and watches raptly as his dick disappears into my mouth. I’m aching to hear his sexy moans and growls of pleasure, but the fiery look in his eyes and the way he’s biting down on his lip to keep from moaning gives me a whole other sense of gratification.

Logan’s hips lift off the bed and he thrusts himself into my mouth, matching my rhythm, when I hollow my cheeks and suck up to the tip, he thrusts back in.

“Yes,” he utters, his voice strained, hips shuddering when he pushes himself deep into my throat and it constricts around him. “I’m listening, please keep going,” he answers her, but his eyes are on mine like his words are directed at me. Logan’s thumb brushes away the tear that streams down the side of my face and he brings it to his mouth and sucks it. I can tell from the heavy breathing, the way his chest is rising and falling, and the way his cock is flexing and pulsing that he’s close.

“No, an ice sculpture of myself is not necessary, Suzan.”

I almost giggle at his terse tone.

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