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Logan slowly reached to loosen his tie, which had started feeling like a noose tightening around his throat at Tilly’s words. Maybe he was being a little too paranoid and cynical here, but were all these words simply leading her to confessing something stupid, such as believing that their marriage was a love match?
“When I read about Charlotte’s offer, I honestly thought it was a fair trade. You’d save my sister’s life, and I’d raise Liam like he was my own son, and you’d never have any cause to worry over his upbringing.” Tilly bit her lip. “But then we met, and when you stayed away for so long afterwards, and I found out about your parents…the marriage no longer felt right.”
Logan was starting to experience whiplash again. What the fuck was she really aiming to tell him? Did she want out of this marriage or not?
“You intend to honor your dad by constantly striving for the top. I respect you for that, and with everything you’ve done for my sister and me, the least I can do is ensure that I’d never be a hindrance—”
“Tilly.” Logan finally had enough. “Just say what you fucking want to say.”
“I’m trying—”
“Are you gearing up to tell me you want out?” he growled.
“No!”
Relief slammed into him, but Logan strove hard not to let this show. “Then you still want to stay.”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s all that matters—”
“Because I get it now,” she said at the same time.
Logan stopped speaking. Don’t ask. Because he had a feeling he wouldn’t like what he’d hear in answer. Don’t fucking ask. But in the end, he still heard himself say, “Get what?”
Tilly tried not to squirm. “You know.”
He really wasn’t going to like this, Logan thought. But he still answered her, anyway. “No, I don’t know.”
“You want me,” Tilly blurted out. “You really want me, for whatever reason, and while I don’t understand why that’s so, I’m not going to complain.” By now, Tilly’s face felt fit to burst, and she could no longer meet the billionaire’s gaze. “I just want you to know, I promise to do my very best to always satisfy you that way. I mean, for as long as you want me, that is. So if you do stop wanting me, I’ll respect that, too, and we’ll just, um, cross that bridge when we get there. But for now, that’s where I’m standing so…”
Logan’s mind was reeling. Jesus. “You’re basically saying you’re only able to stay married to me if it’s a…fair trade? That’s the term you used, right?”
“Yes and yes.”
“And you think the responsibility of raising Liam isn’t enough.”
“It really isn’t.”
“But then you realized you had something else to offer.”
Tilly nodded.
“Which is that you’ve figured you’re my sexual obsession.”
“Even I know how crazy it sounds,” she muttered. “But then I thought about Eva Braun actually finding something to love in Hitler, or all those women who somehow fell for Charles Manson—”
“You’re not exactly helping your case,” he interjected dryly, “by comparing yourself to mass murderers and cult leaders.”
Oops. An expression of sheepish apology crossed her face. “Sorry.” She fidgeted in her seat. “But I didn’t get it wrong, did I?”
“About what?”
She made a face. “You know.”
He smirked. “Surely you can do better than that.”
Tilly smothered a laugh. “You really are a jerk.”
“I’m still wai—”
Tilly, feeling suddenly reckless, opened her legs in answer, and a choked laugh escaped her when the billionaire swore under his breath.
“That isn’t exactly the reaction I was—ah!”
He had moved so suddenly, Tilly didn’t even have time to process things. He was just there out of the blue, going down on his knees as he gently pried her legs open.
Oh God.
His head went down, and her head fell back the moment his tongue lined her quivering folds.
Oh. My. God.
She reached blindly for something to hold on to, and her fingers eventually found their way to his hair.
His tongue thrust inside of her, and she cried out again, her fingers tightening its grip.
Soooooo gooood.
He tongue-fucked her relentlessly, not even giving her a second to catch her breath. All she was able to do was feel and tremble as the pleasure started to tighten inside of her.
Oh God, oh God.
Tighter and tighter, and she could only gasp and shudder. Any doubt she had left of his desire for her was completely annihilated by the way the billionaire was eating her pussy with such ferocious dedication. It was almost as if he was an addict, and she was the drug he couldn’t get enough—-
AAAAAAAH!
The billionaire had pinched her clit hard while his mouth continued to wreak havoc, and its effect was instantaneous: a wildly exhilarating and exquisitely agonizing freefall into orgasm, and she could only squeeze her eyes shut as her body started to convulse.
On and on it went, and it was just so good, oh God, it was just sooooo gooood, that she couldn’t even find the energy to open her eyes as she felt the billionaire gently pull her off her seat and guide her to her knees.
