Page 37 of 14 Night Tryst

Two hours later, I’m sitting on Logan’s driveway and kill the engine. My eyeballs almost fall out of their sockets. “Holy forking shitballs,” I gape wide-eyed up at the gorgeous house—sorrymansion—before me.

I mean, Trent always said his father was wealthy and I figured after spending almost two weeks with him and some extensive googling that Logan is indeed amongst the top forty of the richest entrepreneurs in America based on Forbes, but this is way beyond anything I ever imagined.

I’ve slept with him countless times by now, yet I still feel so nervous and giddy like it’s the first time I’m meeting him.

“Alright, Savi.” I utter on an exhale and pull down the sun visor to check my make-up in the mirror. “You’ve got this. You’re bewitching and fierce, so go over to that door and give him a taste of what he will never find with another.”

Pushing the visor back up I open the door and step out. Ruffling up my wavy hair as I saunter over to the door, I push the doorbell and place my hand on the wall and lean suggestively.

My heart beats harder against my ribs when I see his silhouette through the frosty glass as he approaches. The door slowly opens, revealing a topless Logan in only a pair of light blue denim jeans sitting low on his narrow hips and lord have mercy, he’s wearing a pair of rectangle reading glasses with a black frame.

Fuck me, hello Mr. Peirce.

My eyes do a slow sweep over the length of him and his disheveled hair that is usually styled neatly is freshly washed and tousled like he’s been running his fingers through it. But the laid-back appearance of him and those glasses is a dangerous combination.

My stomach flutters wildly and my pussy weeps for his undivided attention. I can’t even find the right words to describe how sinfully good he looks right now. In this attire he looks nothing like a businessman and more like a hot professor straight out of an erotic romance novel.

Logan’s gaze is ardent while he gives me a once over. Those molten eyes linger at the red and black stilettos I’m wearing before they flit up to meet mine again and he licks his lips smiling. “Hi.”

Smiling demurely, I peek up at him through my lashes and loosen the belt holding together the black knee length jacket I’m wearing. Logan places his hand at the door and leans in that arousing manner guys do that sends our poor vaginas into a state of delirium. God, the way he’s staring so intently into my eyes with such carnality makes my knees quiver almost like they’re eager to kneel before him and take my time cherishing every inch of that exquisite body. “Hi,” I greet him and let the jacket fall open baring my fully naked body under the jacket for his eyes to feast on. I hold up the rose vibrator that he asked to bring with me. “You called.”

For a full sixty seconds—that feels like an eternity to me—Logan says nothing, but his brows rise with surprise and his eyes ignite as they take in every inch of my body. My nipples harden instantly when the chill of the evening hits my naked flesh— not that it’s very cold but standing outsidenakedin seventeen degrees can feel a little nippy. Though truthfully, I can’t pin all the blame on the chilly weather for my budding nipples, not when I’m staring at the demigod known as Logan Peirce who is currently eyeing me like I’m his last meal and he cannot wait to devour me.

Logan’s tongue skims across the soft pillow of his lower lip and he straightens before taking a step toward me, his heated gaze firmly fixed on mine. “Well fuck, this is the most arousing form of salutation I’ve ever received,” he voices gruffly. Reaching for the belt of my jacket he grips both sides and tugs me until my body is flush against his. He takes the rose vibrator and tucks it into the back pocket of his jeans. “I think I’d like to be greeted in this fashion more often moving forward, Miss West,” he adds pressing his forehead to mine and walking us back into the house.

“I was just thinking the same,” I purr while running my hands over his muscular chest. “You look too good in those glasses, Mr. Peirce, like a hot college professor that sauntered right out of one of my erotic romance novels.” Logan grins and pushes the door shut and backs me up into it all in one motion.

“Is that right?” I nod, dropping my arms to my sides when he leisurely pushes the jacket off my shoulders, and it slides off my body and falls around our feet, leaving me completely naked. “Did you fantasize about sleeping with your college professors, Savannah?”

“No,” I sigh breathily when Logan’s hands wander over my body while his lips trail kisses along my jaw. “My professors in college were much older and not exactly attractive enough to incite any form of erotic fantasies.” I admit openly. “But, had they looked as good as you, then perhaps I would’ve had more motivation to be attentive in class.”

Logan chuckles, lifting my arms and pinning them above my head against the door. “So, if you had a professor that was attractive enough you would have no objection to sleeping with him?”

I shake my head and rock my hips against his thigh when he positions it between my legs. “If I was attracted to him and he was open to it, then no I don’t think I would.” I say with a breathy moan when he sucks on my pulse point at the base of my neck. “I think we can both agree that there’s something very erotic about having taboo relations with someone that’s supposed to be off-limits to you.”

Logan draws his head back with a groan and presses his forehead to mine, his silver eyes fixed to my mouth. “Don’t I fucking know it,” he growls raucously. “In any lifetime, in every damn scenario I know I wouldn’t have the strength to resist and would still fuck you,” he affirms lifting me into his arms. “You are the most dangerous kind of drug, Wildfire, I can’t escape, and I don’t know how I’ll ever fucking quit you.”

My legs snake around his waist as our mouths collide, like two powerful magnets unable to resist each other we kiss fervidly. I want to beg him to not quit me, quit us, but I can’t, so I swallow my words and savor him and the intoxicating taste of his kiss. “Take me to your bed and I’ll sate that addiction, Mr. Peirce.” I moan in between kisses, and he responds with a feral growl and grabs handfuls of my ass and grinds his angry erection against me making me whimper out loud. “And I’m not going to stop until I’m all you can taste, think about and ever need, Logan. I want to be affixed into every fissure of this magnificent body. I need you to own me, fuck me, make me yours in every way you possibly can.”

“Fuck, Savannah,” Logan moans, there’s a pleading edge to his tone as he tightens his strong arms around me, and I feel his muscles quivering under my hands when I dip my tongue into his ear as he walks us through the corridor and up the steps to his bedroom. This is my first time at his place, and I didn’t even get a look around the place, and frankly, I don’t care. I have a serious case of tunnel vision and all I see is Logan Peirce.

The intensity of the passion flaming between us is inexplicable. I’ve never felt anything like it. This man could split me in two and I won’t bat an eyelid, I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. A shiver travels through me when I feel Logan’s finger circling the entrance of my ass. “First, I’m going to eat this tight little ass of yours and then I’m going to fuck it while you finger that wet cunt for me. I’ll be so deep inside you that you’re going to feel me fucking your very soul.”

“Yes,” I pant eagerly between heated kisses, “Yes,please, I want to feel you in every orifice of my body.” Logan curls his fingers in my hair and kisses me hard before he rips his lips from mine and my back hits the mattress when he drops me on his bed.

Licking my lips, I swallow the saliva that gathers in my mouth while I watch him standing at the foot of the bed in all his six-foot glory. Logan’s steely eyes lower between my legs, to my pussy fully bared to him while he unfastens the top button to his jeans and the next four pop open easily unveiling that beast of a cock all hard and thick.

“Get on all fours,” he commands huskily and pushes his jeans down his thick thighs and kicks them aside. He goes to take his glasses off, but I shake my head.

“No, leave those on.” I request breathily and he smirks sexily back at me and pushes his specs back up the bridge of his nose. “You said you wanted to make my fantasies a reality, right?”

“I did.” He affirms observing me attentively while I shift on all fours as he requested and look back at him over my shoulder.

“So then let’s play,Professor.” I purr, biting down on my lip and arching my back. Logan nods as he moves over to me, placing one knee on the bed he runs a hand over the curve of my ass.

“You’re a very bad girl, Savannah West.” Logan rasps and lands a firm smack on my left butt cheek. I hiss and cry out when the sting of his hand meeting my flesh ripples through me. “Do you have any idea how much of a distraction you are.” He utters stroking the cheek he just spanked and leaning down to kiss it. “Wearing those sexy little outfits to my class, deliberately flirting with those boys in front of me to provoke me. Well, you’ve got my attention. Is this what you want? You want to be your professor’s little whore?”

Oh my God, he’s so freaking hot. I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs and he’s barely touched me. I mewl audibly in response. My head drops forward when he runs his fingers through my slick folds.

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