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He didn’t give me the chance.
He winked, then stepped away from me. Logan reached across the island and took his tablet, tucking it under his arm and leaving the kitchen.
When he was gone, I stood there stunned, my chest rising and falling.
He was right. All I wanted was for him to touch me again. And what was worse, he knew it.
Chapter 16
Logan
I’d pushed my luck the other day in the kitchen. I’d come close,veryclose, to giving in to what I wanted. It’d taken all the restraint I had to resist grabbing Emily by the hips and bending her over the kitchen counter, shoving my cock into her deep and bringing her to orgasm again and again.
It was what she wanted, and it was whatIwanted. However, one of us had to be strong enough to resist.
I’d woken up that morning in a state of total arousal, the dream I’d had during the night playing in my head with the clarity of a movie. The dream had been of Emily sitting in my bedroom in nothing but a matching black lace bra and panties, her legs crossed and a seductive smile on her face.
I’d stepped over, my cock at eye level.
“You know what I want,” I’d spoken in the dream. “And I know what you want.”
She’d responded without words, placing her hand on my cock through my slacks, stroking me slowly until I was hard as steel. A seductive, teasing expression stayed on her face, her hands working deftly to open my zipper and button, reaching in to retrieve my manhood.
Emily began by kissing my end, as she’d done on the plane. This time, however, she took more of me into her mouth. She parted those plush, full lips and wrapped them around me, flicking me with her tongue as she traveled up and down, her eye contact unbreaking, her eyes smiling with pleasure.
I’d let her please me this way for a time. But there was only so much foreplay I could take before I had to simply take what I wanted. I’d guided her off my cock, slipping my hands under her arms and turning her around. Her ass was perfect, round and heart-shaped, and I’d been unable to resist simply ripping off her panties and tossing them aside.
I’d placed my hand on her ass, spanking her firmly, gasps pulling into her as my palm made contact. I measured my strength, spanking her just hard enough so as not to cause anything more than the slightest sting. When I took my hand away, a red imprint was left on her cheek, a sign that I’d claimed her.
Emily was bent over on all fours, her rear pointed toward me as I took my cock into my hand, placing the end at her entrance as I prepared to push myself into her. She squirmed and moaned, pressing her ass against me. I teased her a bit more, dragging my head along her opening, pressing it into her clit.
“Are you ready for me?” I’d asked.
“So ready. Please,pleasedon’t make me wait a second longer.”
I didn’t. I pushed into her, watching as her lips spread and my cock vanished inside, inch by inch.
Of course, that was when I’d woken up. My eyes opened and I didn’t need to turn and look at my nightstand clock to know that it was six-thirty—the same time I awoke every morning.
Sex dreams were double-edged swords. While they could be fun as hell, it always seemed like they stopped right when the good parts were about to happen.
Back in the present moment, I tossed off my clothes in the bathroom and stepped into the shower. While washing, I found my hand traveling down my body to my cock, as if I were being guided by unconscious forces to pleasure myself. It was a tempting idea. Images from the dream were still fresh in my mind, and I was certain it would take no time at all to finish to the mental image of Emily looking up at me with my cock in her mouth.
I decided not to do that. Ever since the near-encounter in the kitchen, I’d gone out of my way to put some space between myself and Emily. There were too many uncertainties with the current situation and making it all more confusing with sex wouldn’t be a smart long-term plan.
I dressed in a simple gray T-shirt and jeans, stepping into a pair of white sneakers as I headed out of my bedroom. I was hungry for something good for breakfast. The last few days I’d been taking meals in my office in order to avoid Emily. Now that it was day three of this strategy, however, I realized how much I wasn’t enjoying skulking around my own house like a trespasser. Sure, it might’ve been a challenge not to give in to what I wanted with Emily, but it needed to be done.
Lively chatter sounded from the kitchen as I approached. I stepped inside to see a small group there. Emily, Marta, Marianne and Pearl were gathered around the kitchen island, all chatting with big smiles on their faces, a huge platter of pastries in the middle of the island. A carafe of hot coffee was off to the side, my mouth practically watering at the idea of a fresh cup.
“Morning, ladies,” I said as I entered, grabbing a mug out of the nearby cabinet and heading over to the carafe.
A scowl appeared on Emily’s face, no doubt she was still salty from my rejection the previous day. She looked stunning as always, wearing a spaghetti-strap top and a pair of short jean shorts that showed off her long legs.
Just as it was impossible not to notice how stunning and sexy Emily looked, it was equally as impossible to not spot the hard, withering expression from Marta.
She was canny enough to have picked up very quickly on the sexual tension between Emily and me – and clearly, she wasn’t happy about it.
“Morning!” Marianne sprang from her seat, throwing her arms around me for a quick, tight hug. “Did you sleep OK?”
