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“I think you might like it,” he said playfully, wondering how far he should push her. This was a little kinky, even for him. Dimitri would have a field day if he came back into the house.

“Let’s see, Miss Ryan. Should I punish you in private? Or,” Logan reached for the doorknob but released it. As if he were deep in thought, he paused, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe you would like me to leave the door open.”

She knew she should tell him to shut the damn door, but the words never came. No, she wanted the thrill of knowing anyone could come in and see them. What the hell was wrong with her? She dropped her head in embarrassment, laughing silently to herself.

“You want everyone in the office to see us? You do, don’t you? You are a naughty little secretary aren’t you?”

“No, I…” she protested.

“You want to do more than flirt with my clients? Two men at once? Is that what you fantasize about, little wolf?” Leaving the door open, Logan quickly rounded behind her.

“No,” she lied. Throbbing with need, she began to breathe heavily. The sound of his zipper coming undone rang in her ears.

“Tell me the truth, Miss Ryan. I don’t like it when my secretaries lie to me.”

She shook her head in denial.

“You are a bad girl,” Logan said as his slapped her ass. He could not believe he was doing this with her but at the same time, who was he to deny her fantasy?

She cried out as a sting hit her cheek. “Yes!” she yelled. What did she just say?

Logan gave a small laugh, wondering if she was saying yes to two men or to being spanked, and suspected it was both. The scent of her arousal made him hot with need; he knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer. He caressed her reddened cheek and then slid two fingers into her hot core. Wynter pushed back on him with a pleasured hiss.

“I can’t believe I hired such a naughty secretary. Goddess, this is so hot, Wyn.” He broke character and kicked off his pants, letting his hard shaft press into the cleft of her bottom.

“Yes, please don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“Do you promise to be a good secretary? No more flirting?” He was finding it hard not to laugh. How the hell did this get started? Oh yeah, the conference table.

“Yes sir, I promise. Just keep on…ah,” she moaned as he gave her what she needed. His fingers pressed in and out of her wet sheath.

“I’m going to fuck you, Wynter. Now,” he growled against her neck.

The sexy whisper in her ear sent chills across her body. She panted in anticipation.

“Hard. And fast. Until you scream for more.” Logan withdrew his fingers. Cupping her chin from behind, he slid the creamy digits into her mouth. As she sucked her own juice off his fingers, he placed the head of his cock between her legs.

“Logan, I can’t wait. Oh my God,” she sighed. Dirty talk had never been her thing, but damn if it didn’t make her ache. She needed him now, filling her.

His wolf roared. Her submission and playfulness was more than he could have ever asked for in a mate. Unable to draw out their game, he slammed his cock into her from behind all the way to the hilt. He grunted, holding still for a second. He wanted rough but didn’t want to hurt her.

Wynter cried his name as he filled her completely. His long thick flesh stretched her core, and she needed him to move. Gasping for air, she released a whimper, trying to get him to thrust.

“Fuck, Wyn. You make me so hot,” he withdrew and plunged into her. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take all of me.”

“Yes!” she screamed, pressing back onto him. Letting her hands splay forward, she pressed her chest onto the cool table, allowing him to go deeper.

“Oh yeah.” Logan slammed into her again and again, fisting her hair so her head lifted off the wood. He reached around, sliding his hand under her chest so that he could hold her breast.

“Fuck me. Harder,” she encouraged. God, she loved making love with this man.

Logan’s wolf went feral for his mate. Barely aware of his canines extending, he moved his hand from her breast to her belly so he could pull her upright. Bending his knees, he continued to penetrate her with the hardness of his sex. The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated throughout the room, driving them into an animalistic fervor. Guiding her head using her ponytail, he sought her mouth, sweeping his tongue into her parted lips.

Wynter craned her neck backwards, kissing him passionately in return. Her body was on fire, the hot pool of her arousal stoked by his movement. As his fingers moved from her belly down to her wet folds, she cried out again. The pressure of her orgasm was so close. Within seconds, the searing climax rocked through her body, throwing her into spasms of pleasure.

Logan hadn’t planned on losing control, but in that moment, Wynter was his life. His present and future. No longer would he live his life alone. He’d blame it on his wolf, but in truth, it was the heart of the man who wanted to claim this woman as his own. As she tumbled over into her release, Logan surrendered control to her and to his own nature. With a wild cry of blissful agony and pleasure, he flooded into her, pulsating in orgasm. The walls of sanity came crashing down around him as his fangs bit into her shoulder.

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