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“God, I want more,” I moan, falling apart for him. He looks up, a wolfish grin on his face.
“Yeah? You need my cock, angel?” He rubs the tip over my clit, teasing. Lifting his hips up, he pushes his way slowly inside me, causing us both to moan.
“You like that, angel?”
“Yeah,” I pant. “Just…you can go harder if you want. I know you like it hard.”
He gives me a devilish grin. “You sure?”
“Come on. Show me what you got,” I tease in return, gasping when he pulls my head back by my hair and sucks on my tongue, pushing my legs out even wider to get the angle he wants. He fucks me harder and deeper and it’s an amazing feeling. His hard body is pressed right up against mine as he takes me like he owns me. Then his fingers are back, teasing my clit, rubbing my wetness until I moan his name.
“Oh my God, I’m—“ I cry out, freeing my hands from his grip to wrap them around his neck. I watch as his eyes roll back in his head and I come hard, shaking like a leaf beneath him while he rolls his hips into mine. He stills on one final hit and drops his face into the crook of my neck, breathing hard against my skin while his cum spills out inside me. My legs go numb as they drop on either side of him and I run my nails over his scalp, staring at the ceiling above us while I wait for my heart to calm down.
We stay like this until my eyes droop. I feel so very tired and I can feel his warm, spent body is in the same state. “You know?” I slur. “The shower here really is the bomb.” He gives me a low chuckle.
“That so?”
“Yeah.” I wouldn’t mind just falling asleep after these words, but we’ll feel much better after a quick clean up. “Come on.”
He grunts, but gets up on his knees, giving me space to dive out from under him. “If I’m going to be staying here in New York, this is the shower I want.” The hot jets massage our tired limbs, and we relax in silence. After we’ve lathered up with the lavender soap and rinsed ourselves, we both smell like flowers. We wrap our bodies in the large, fluffy towels as we make our way back to bed and are too tired to bother with putting on any clothes. Naked and satisfied we roll into each other's hold under the blankets and fall asleep.
I wake up feeling surprisingly fresh, and naked. I’m on my side, head buried in the crook of Logan’s neck, a leg wrapped around his waist. Safe. Snug. His skin is warm and I inhale his unique scent of spices and arrogance. One of his arms is firmly wrapped around my frame, where he’s tucked me close to him. Even in his sleep he wants to have me his way. I smile at the thought. I lightly rub my leg around his. Perhaps I’m no better.
Bossy. That’s what he called me. Not the friendliest word I guess, although the twinkle in his eyes showed something different. I get the impression that despite all the cockiness about how he takes what he wants, Logan Donnelly likes it when I’m bossy. Quite frankly, I like it too. How I contributed to yesterday’s events. Somehow, this well-oiled organization, thiscriminalorganization, has given me space to do so.
I feel like I’ve stumbled across a scene from a gangster movie with a hint of romance. Something likeThe SopranosmeetsNotting Hill.
Logan stirs in his sleep and his grip on me tightens, but luckily, he doesn’t wake up. I like listening to him breathing and my chest tightens. There’s something about him, something other than his gorgeous face and body. It’s got to do with the way he looks at me, the way he makes me feel. He’s actually curious about me. And by him asking me all kinds of random, normal questions, he’s making me become more curious about myself. I blink and stare at the ceiling.
You can be whatever you want to be, he told me. And I believe him. Because at this very moment, things have never been so clear. I carefully disentangle myself from his hold and expect him more or less to wake up, but he doesn’t. He must be exhausted from the lack of sleep he’s had recently.
By the time I get down to the lobby, it’s just past eight in the morning. Mason’s sitting at one of the glass tables with a cup of coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. His stubble has grown and he looks tired, as if he hasn’t had enough sleep.
He looks up when I approach and gives me a nod, before checking behind me, no doubt to see if Logan’s there too.
“Good morning Mason, did you sleep well?”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you. You?” He stands to pull back a chair for me.
“I did. And please call me Angélique. Or Angie, whatever you prefer.” He hands me a paper cup and I sit down at the table and drink my coffee in silence while watching him work.
“Where are you from, Mason?”
He looks up, a surprised look on his face. “From Brooklyn. Been here all my life.” He brushes a hand through his dirty blond hair.
“You have a family?”
“Yeah, well, it’s just me and Grandpa. The two of us. We actually moved to Greenwich Village when I started working for the Donnellys. For Logan.”
“Are you religious?”
He blinks at my change of topic. “Me and Grandpa attend service here in the area. It’s the church the entire crew goes to, or at least some of us.”
“Can you take me there?” I stand up, not waiting for his answer. The desperation to feel the cool house of the Lord, to be spending time with Him again, is overwhelming. I grab my coat and start walking for the exit, not surprised that the bodyguard manages to get there before me. He holds the door open and walks me to the Audi. The ride’s short, but gives me enough time to send out a few messages to my family and Prue. I also shoot one to Logan, a faint smile on my lips. Let’s see if he gets this one right.
Moments later, we park in front of the church. It’s a large and old building, even from the outside, decorated with ornaments and statues. All of a sudden, I feel homesick. New York’s such an impressive city, with skyscrapers and neon lights, with heavy traffic and noise, everywhere. But here, in this safe place, I’m free from all the buzz.
With Mason waiting for me in the car, I stroll toward the altar, making the sign of the cross before sitting down in the front pew. At this time of the morning, the church is nearly empty. An older man walks up next to me and gives me a thin smile, before bowing in front of the altar. I close my eyes, and let my thoughts flutter. They start off in riddles of words and feelings, but soon make clearer phrases, melting into plans to be achieved. I inhale deeply and feel how my body relaxes as my mind becomes clearer.
