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I sigh. “Looks like we’re back to business.”
“Not for long. You and I have some celebrating to do.” He raises two fingers at the man in a casual wave, but anticipation coils deep in my belly when he says, “Be in my office in fifteen minutes.”
Raw carnality burns in the depths of his stare as I slowly back away, and before Reid reaches his side, I whisper, “Don’t keep me waiting.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Penelope
Logan’s not one minute late when I see a shadow pass through the frosted glass of his office door.
Most of my pink decorations have been moved to my work area, except for the flamingo bobblehead I got him that sits beside me on his desk.
I cross my legs, parting the dramatic slit of my skirt. The material shimmers in the dim lighting coming from the hall as excitement switches my pulse into overdrive.
The handle twists and the door slowly creaks open.
My hushed breaths grow louder as Logan steps inside the room. Devilishly sexy and swathed in shadows, his jaw clenches in the contrasting light as he fixates on my bare legs.
Slowly uncrossing them, I brace my toes on the arms of the chair in front of his desk. My knees widen, raising my skirt higher up my thighs.
“You look hungry,” I murmur huskily, reaching between my legs to part my lips.
“Starved,” he rasps as his molten gaze licks a trail up my center.
“Come here.” I dip a finger inside, teasing us both. “Let me feed you.”
The door snicks shut, and Logan strips out of his jacket as he strides across the room. My belly flips when he shoves the chair out of his way before falling to his knees in front of me.
I’m throbbing with need for him, and it mixes so decadently with the adrenaline from the night that my head falls back.
“Mmm,” Logan hums, fanning a warm breath over my fevered flesh. A soft, slick sound forms where he toys with my entrance. “Needy little thing, isn’t she?”
“Yes.”
I’m forced to lie back when his hands grip my hips and pull me partly off the desk. My skirt flutters to my sides, hiked high enough to expose my lower half completely, and I settle the balls of my feet on his strong shoulders.
“Almost too pretty to eat,” he muses, then buries his mouth and nose against me, swirling and stroking until my back bows.
The nerves in my clit flitter when he captures it between his teeth, then soothes the bite with a kiss, but he doesn’t stop there. He cups his mouth over as much of me as he can manage and utterly devours me.
“Yes, Logan. That feels so good.” The stubble on his chin and cheeks enhances the friction of every suck and pull from his lips.
My frail whimpers excite him, making his movements more precise and controlled, and my legs tremble with the intensity of a rising orgasm.
I cry out when he pulls away from me, trailing kisses down my thighs before he stands.
He tsks as if I’m a pitiful sight, writhing and grasping for him.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” The embers he stoked between my legs threaten to burst into flames when he undoes his belt buckle with one hand. “But it won’t be long until someone notices we’re missing, and this tight little pussy is going to milk me dry long before then.”
Shirrrck. His belt whips off his waist, popping through each loop along the way, and he cages his body around me, splaying both hands beside my head.
I claw at his shoulders, fumbling a few buttons loose before reaching up and peppering frantic kisses across his chest. He parts me with the tip of his cock, and my calves hook behind his ass, welcoming him with ease as he glides forward.
My head thrashes, mouth parting with a strained, “Feels good.”
“Tell me,” he demands. “What feels good?”
