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For a moment, she freezes, but a second later, her arms wrap around my neck, and she deepens the kiss, sending her tongue into my mouth. Her hands dig into my hair as she presses even closer, and her hard nipples rub against my chest.
I growl and take over, lightly nipping at her lower lip, and a soft moan escapes her, a moan that goes straight to my cock.
“Wow, check them out. Seriously sexy,” the blonde beside me murmurs to her boyfriend, a hint of longing in her voice. “Kiss me like that. Like you want to fuck me now.”
I really do want to fuck Sloanenow. I’m not sure anymore if my kisses are meant to silence her or if I’m kissing her like this because I’m genuinely lost in the moment.
Because heck, I am.
My hard cock rubs against her crotch, and I moan again. Thank goodness for the dim lights and the cover of the table.
Sloane shifts, her knee sliding to the other side as she straddles me. Her hips rock gently, her movements subtle yet insistent, sending a rush of sensation through me.
“Damn, Logan, this feels incredible.” Her whisper breaks into a giggle. “Want to know a secret?” She leans in, herbreath tickling my ear. “At dinner that night? I felt it—you’re packing. And guess what?” Her voice drops to a sultry moan. “I’m not wearing any panties.”
My hands tighten around her, reeling from her words. The urge to explore is overwhelming, yet here I am—her boss—and she’s not exactly sober.
My attention snaps to the side as I catch Wolfson and his wife rising. Whether they’re headed for the dance floor or something more private, I’m just relieved they’re looking elsewhere. With the scene heating, losing control seems dangerously close.
Sloane increases her pace, her motions becoming more deliberate as she rubs against me.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, my pulse rising, and I know I have to stop this now. I know I shouldn’t let her go on like this, but God, it’s so good, I don’t want to stop. No one has touched me for months, and I feel every moment of this abstinence.
But I have to be stronger than her right now because she doesn’t know what she’s doing, and I don’t take advantage of drunk women.
“You need to stop.” I try to grasp her waist and stop her gyrating, but she prevents me.
Sloane pulls back, her lips trailing to my ear. “I haven’t dry fucked someone since high school,” she breathes out, her words heavy with desire. “God, Logan Valeur, you’re driving me insane.”
The way she utters my name—a whisper laden with lust—nearly unravels me. She leans into me, her head resting on my shoulder, her breaths quickening, her movements growing more intense.
“Did you come on him? The guy from high school?” I ask, not holding back.
“No. But I let him fuck me afterward. He was my first,” she murmurs, her teeth grazing my earlobe.
Fuck. My chest tightens.
“I’m close, Logan. I want to come with you.”
Damn, me too. A shiver runs down my spine, but I’m not ready—not ready to lose control. Not here—not like this. I lift her, despite her protests, her hands grappling to remain close.
I glance around, relieved to see that we’re still unnoticed. Wolfson and his party are absorbed in their dance.
Sloane’s body is slumped over mine, and she’s panting heavily. My cock twitches in my pants, and I try to arrange it so that it doesn’t hurt. God, it feels fucking awesome. I can’t take it anymore. This is torture.
“Let’s go.”
Sloane lifts her gaze to mine, her eyes shining, pupils wide. Her breath comes in short, eager gasps, and I can tell she’s on the edge. I commit the image to memory for later fantasies.
“Are we leaving?” she asks a trace of hope in her voice.
“Yes.”
Her smile is playful and tempting. “I was hoping we might sneak off to the bathroom first.”
I shut my eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of her suggestion. “You’ve had too much to drink, Sloane. We should head out.”
“I’m not that drunk,” she insists, her voice thick with desire. “I want you, Logan. We both need this. Please. I need to come.”
