Page 64 of Logan
Chapter Seventeen
SLOANE
Logan opens the apartment door, and I enter behind him, clutching my purse.
Fuck. Am I sure about this? I mean, there’s no doubt I want him, but he’s my boss, and there will be no going back. As Emery’s told me several times, nothing good will come out of it.
Except for mind-blowing sex. And damn, I need some mind-blowing sex in my life.
Logan turns to me, his gaze sweeping over my body before locking with my eyes. Time freezes as we stare at each other. The throbbing between my legs intensifies.
“This isn’t a good idea. I’m still the CEO of Valeur,” he says, but his eyes tell me something else.
“And I don’t work at Valeur right now.” I force a smile onto my face. God, I’m nervous.
“There will be no going back.”
“I know. But we’re both adults.”
“No one can know about what happens between us. Not even that gossipy friend of yours.”
I nod. He’s caving. I can feel it. This is going to happen.
“I don’t want you to get your hopes up. I’m not looking for a relationship. I can’t give you anything beyond sex. My work is my life, and the moment I return to the office, there will be nothing between us,” he continues.
“The only hope I have is a long-awaited orgasm,” I mumble, wishing we could start already. I was sold long ago, I don’t need the speech. I’ve read all the books.
His eyes ignite. “How many times?”
“What?”
He closes the distance between us, his hand skimming up my arm, his fingers painting a trail of fire. He lowers his mouth to my ear and whispers, “You said you want to come. How many times do you want to scream my name?”
I gape. “Uh…umm...”
“Well, let’s start with three.” He growls the words, his lips touching the soft skin of my neck and my body shivers.
He moves to my lips, invading my mouth without giving me a chance to process what he just said.
As our tongues meet, the kiss becomes intense and forceful. My nipples tighten, protruding so much they ache. I want to undress, to shed this layer of clothing and feel his body against mine.
Logan lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His hard cock presses against my core as he carries me to the bedroom, careful not to break our kiss.
He tosses me onto the bed, and I let out a yelp of surprise.
I lie there panting, propping myself up on my elbows, myeyes fixed on Logan towering over me. “You told me at the club that you want to be eaten out. Did you mean that?”
“I said that?” God, I can never get drunk again. I don’t remember saying that or anything else, and he didn’t tell me. He said nothing happened.
Heat spreads up my neck and to my cheeks.
“You did.” He licks his lips, and my stomach clenches. “So, did you mean it?”
I nod. “No one has gone down on me in years. My ex-boyfriend didn’t like doing it.”
A smile appears on Logan’s face, and I swallow hard. “Then he’s an idiot who doesn’t know what he’s missing. I hope you’re ready because I totally love it.”
Ready. Completely. Dripping. It’s embarrassing how wet I am.
