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“Good girl.” Logan circledthe second piece of ice around her sensitive, throbbing clit.
Emma was so damn reactive, he found himself stroking his cock and digging deep for patience, which usually came natural to him.
“Please, please, Logan,” she pleaded.
Finally.
He’d been waiting to break her. Logan slid the cube across her pink folds, and the mewls that followed had him jerking in his hand. When it hit her entrance, she cried out once more.
Enough.
He dropped the ice to the floor and leaned forward, taking her clit between his teeth.
Emma screamed.
As expected.
Her fingers dug into his hair, and she thrust up into his face.
“That what you want?” he growled.
“Yes, God, more.”
Logan gave Emma what she wanted, running his tongue from her nub in one long lick, finding her slick and ready. Lap after lap, he sucked and bit her flesh, knowing her orgasm was close.
Really close, after his slow tease.
He was right. Moments later, her body trembled, and she shuddered around his mouth. Logan lifted, reached for one of her breasts, and flicked while Emma’s body writhed under him in pleasure.
“Nice?” he asked.
She chewed her lip and mumbled out an indecipherable sound, nodding.
The blush on her cheeks and across her chest from her orgasm was fucking sexy. She was everything he’d hoped she would be already.
Hot.
Compliant.
Delicious.
Logan stood and reached for her, and without question, Emma came to him.
“Good girl.”
He led her to the end of the sofa and grabbed his tie.
“Arms behind your back.” Logan wrapped the silk Armani around her wrists and let his lips twitch when her questioning eyes found his. “You have your safe word.”
“I know,” she said with a hint of attitude.
He’d fuck that out of her in a moment.
Logan’s eyes roamed her naked body—his come still wet on her generous but not overly large breasts, her deep pink nipples hard.
Emma was gorgeous. Small, with a slim waist. Long brunette hair and green mischievous eyes. Yet there was something he couldn’t put his finger on. Like she was hiding a part of herself.
Even as she was completely submitting to him, Logan could feel there was something Emma was holding back.
