Page 44 of Twisted Fate

“I’d love to.” She twirled with his hand clasped in hers and pulled him towards the dance floor.

“Shall we join them?” She heard Wally ask Rosa and knew romance was in the air all around.

“Violet’s getting married.” She whispered to Logan who leaned back enough to stare down at her.

“Really?”

“Mmhmm. And she’s pregnant.” Keily’s eyes were wide with excitement. “I’m going to be an aunt again. Apparently, daddy doesn’t know yet, so that’s just between us until she tells him.”

“Our first secret as husband and wife. Ah, the life we’re going to lead, Keily.” Logan laughed and moved her around the floor expertly.

They danced to one of Logan’s favorite songs, the one about what love was that John Lennon wrote, the one that nearly broke him oh so long ago. Keily held onto him as the song touched off all the feels she could possibly feel and more. “I didn’t know a song could be so perfect.”

“I didn’t either until I listened to it properly one day,” Logan revealed and pulled her to him tightly, one last time, before they left the dancefloor and went back to the table where Rosa and Wally were chatting over new drinks. “I think love is in the air.”

“Lust at least.” Keily smothered a giggle and sat down. Rosa turned to her for a moment, her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes scrunched up with excitement, before she turned back to Wally.

“I don’t think we’ll be missed if you want to head up to our suite.” Logan leaned over to whisper into Keily’s ear. Not many men could pull off a seductive whisper but most things Logan did could be considered seductive as far as Keily was concerned.

“Let me observe for a few more minutes, just because I’m nosy when it comes to Rosa, and then we’ll go.” As much as she loved her husband, she was consumed with curiosity about what was going on between Rosa and Wally.

They ended up staying for one more drink, and two more dances, before Logan growled in her ear that he’d had enough. “If you don’t come with me now, I’m going to have to take you out somewhere dark and quiet and push that dress up around your hips, Keily. Do you want that?”

“Maybe I do, Logan,” Keily whispered back, her gray eyes full of seduction. “Maybe I want a little bit of badness from you tonight?”

“Maybe I’ll spank you if you keep that up.” He growled again and grabbed at her bottom when he knew nobody was watching.

“Maybe I want you to.” She growled back and reached up to kiss him quick and hot.

“We’re going up, people, thanks for a beautiful day, but ours isn’t over yet.” Logan pronounced to their two friends suddenly and pulled Keily to him. “Ready, Mrs.?

“Ready, husband dear.” She purred and waved at the couple at the table. “Night, night, don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

“I doubt I’ll be sleeping if there’s bedbugs, Keily. And if there is, I’m invading your room!” Rosa warned, but Keily had a feeling she wouldn’t notice much of anything once Wally kissed her, which he clearly wanted to do if the way he looked at Rosa meant anything.

“They’re definitely going to hook up.” She said to Logan once they were alone in the elevator.

“Good for them, that’s great.” He muttered as he backed her up against the wall. They were on the fourth floor, so it wouldn’t be a long ride, but long enough. “I don’t give a fuck what they do, as long as it doesn’t interrupt us.”

“Hmm, but what about employee relations or whatever it’s called.” Keily pulled back away to tease him as she tried to remember the right word. “Fraternization. Isn’t that a no-no in the employee handbook?”

“My lawyers put that in there to cover my ass. I don’t care if those two fuck the night away, now shut up and kiss me or I’m going to die, Keily.” He crushed his lips to hers in a fierce kiss that she didn’t want to break. She wanted more of this slightly aggressive, just on the right side of bad Logan who was about to strip her down in an elevator. It was going to be one memorable night.

23

Keily

Logan managed to control himself until they got into the suite. He didn’t manage to hold off until they got to the bed, however. She was in his arms and wrapped around him the second she walked through the door. He leaned into her until she leaned back against the door, ready to let him explore whatever he wanted to.

“I can’t believe you agreed to marry me.” He whispered as he trailed kisses down her neck.

“I can’t believe we actually got married.” She replied and hopped up to wrap her legs around his waist. “Are you going to take me out on that balcony so I can listen to the ocean as you fuck me?”

“If you like.” He mumbled back, his tongue out to taste her. “If I can manage to peel myself away from you.”

“There is a rather sturdy-looking couch out there.” She reminded him, but all he managed to do was murmur agreement. He flexed his hands around her ass, and she slid down his body to stand on her feet, her face up to his, ready for whatever came next. His hands tugged at her dress to pull it off and she moved to allow him to pull it over her head.

“Hmm, lovely lace.” He complimented her taste in pale pink panties with a matching bra. “But I really love the garter belt and stockings. It’s just too bad they have to go.”