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Fuck me.
“Also, my safeword is ‘flower.’”
“Flower,” he repeated with a nod. “Got it.”
“So, do you like to be called ‘sir?’ Is that what you want?” Emma asked.
No, that wasn’t how this was playing out.
Enough.
He ran a finger along the top of her thigh, and as her breath caught, he felt the darkness in him creep nearer. Logan leaned closer, his lips stretched into something like a smile, and when he took her chin, her eyes widened.
“You are not in charge here, Emma, so stop trying. I’ll tell you what I want you to call me, and if I decide it’s ‘daddy,’ then you will call me fucking ‘daddy.’”
Her jaw slackened, and Logan released her to lean back in the seat.
“I just—”
He turned.
“Or you can go to your hotel,” Logan said firmly.
Her lips pressed together.
Good girl.
The truth was, he wouldn’t make her call him “daddy.” For a start, he was thirty-fucking-four and no one’s father.
Also, Emma had shared it was on her “no” list, and Logan respected that. However, he needed her submissive, or this wouldn’t work for him.
Logan was a dominant, powerful man, and he’d tried to fuck other powerful women. In short, it had been a clusterfuck.
The car pulled up outside the Dufort Manhattan Hotel—of course he was staying in his cousin’s hotel. Logan and Emma walked through the lobby in silence. The elevator opened, and they stepped in, joining three businessmen. Their eyes slid over Emma’s body and then landed on him.
Recognition flared.
Logan ignored them and placed his body closer to Emma’s, maneuvering her so she was in front of him.Eyes off, boys. She’s mine.
For tonight.
When the men got out a few floors before his—Logan was in the penthouse—Emma waited for the doors to close before turning to him with a cheeky grin.
“That was hot.”
He lifted a brow.
“All that manly stuff. Wow. You’re giving me a lot of sexy content.” Emma then turned back to face the door, adding over her shoulder, “Just saying.”
Logan let out a groan, spun her around, and pulled her against his chest. He’d show her fucking sexy. Logan gripped the back of her head and slammed his mouth down on hers.
And holy hell, she tasted as sweet as Cognac.
“Put that in your damn book,” Logan said, grinning and finally rendering her smart mouth speechless.
Oh, but he had plans for that mouth.
Delicious plans.
