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“Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me. Gripping me like your pussy never wants me to leave.”
I come undone, detonating above him, my body contorting as I throw my head back against his shoulder. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me, pulling me under.
He continues massaging my clit, prolonging the contractions to a point I can no longer withstand, and I push his hand away from my oversensitive flesh.
He increases his pace, pounding into me forcefully, taking me hard and deep, his hand gripping my stomach, pressing my body to his.
I open my eyes and stare into the mirror on the ceiling, transfixed by the erotic sight of him sliding in and out of me, his eyes half-closed in pleasure as Logan chases his own peak.
His eyes shut, and he shouts my name as he comes, his face a mask of exquisite bliss.
Minutes pass, and my flushed, sweaty body is still trembling from the orgasm I just experienced, my mouth agape, chest heaving rapidly. The air smells like sex, thick and heavy with our combined musk.
He’s claimed my body, my mind, my soul. I’m his in this moment, in a way I’ve never belonged to anyone before. I know that if he decides to leave me, I’ll never return to who I was.
He changed me.
I lie in his arms for long minutes, neither of us speaking, just catching our breath. Basking in the afterglow.
I climb off his lap and pull the dress over my head, knowing I look exactly how I feel—like a well-fucked woman. I can still feel him, the slickness between my thighs, the ghost of his touch on my skin.
He lifts the pants tangled around his ankles, zips them up, and puts on his shirt without bothering to button it. His muscled torso peeks through the open halves, tempting me to run my hands over the defined ridges.
His eyes don’t leave mine.
“The last thing I want to do now is leave you, but I have to sort things out with the company and my dad.” He leans down and kisses me.
“What are you planning to do?”
“Take responsibility and resign.”
I shake my head. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I do.” He knocks on the window separating us from the driver. “He’ll take us to my place now. Will you wait for me there until I’m done?”
I nod.
The ride takes a few more minutes. We pass through a large, opaque gate and enter an underground parking garage.
Logan holds the limousine door, and I step out. The driver stands by the vehicle and I think he winks at me. Did he hear us? Well, even if he didn’t, I’m sure he guessed what we were doing. Fits my new role as a porn star. The irony isn’t lost on me.
Logan enters the elevator, inserting a key into the round hole, and the elevator shoots upward.
“Of course,” I mumble.
The elevator doors open, and we step inside his penthouse. I look around the huge, designer living room. Every piece of furniture looks like it costs more than my entire apartment.
“Wow.”
I run my hand over the soft couches and peek at the artwork. Bold abstract canvases in shades of black, white and gray. Fitting.
Logan leaves the living room, disappearing into another room, and returning after a few minutes dressed in a fresh suit, holding a jacket on a hanger. “I’m sorry again that I have to disappear on you. Will you be okay waiting for me here?”
I nod, unable to stop surveying the place with my eyes, drinking in every lavish detail. “I guess I can manage in this palace.”
He approaches me and turns my face to him. His fingers are gentle on my chin. “Snoop to your heart’s content.” He kisses me briefly and leaves, the click of the door echoing in the quiet.
Oh, he knows me so well. Mischief curls my lips.
