“It’s Charlotte-”
“Charlotte Rose… yes, I know.”
“How do you know my name?” she asks suspiciously. Her breathing picks up, making her chest rise and fall a bit faster and I find my eyes drawn to her gorgeous curves. I quickly lift my gaze back to her eyes, but I know she saw.
“I saw your presentation,” I answer simply and pull the stool out for her to take a seat.
“I saw.” A knowing look crosses her face as she slowly sits down. She parts her lips as if to say more, but the bartender brings a drink and sets it down in front of her. He looks at me and starts to ask if I want a drink, but I wave him off.
She sees and purses her lips. There’s an air of distrust around her and I can tell she’s debating on getting up and walking away. But I can’t let that happen.
Before she can come up with an excuse, I say teasingly, “I think you owe me at least one drink.” I set my hands on the bar as I say, “I’m Logan, by the way.”
“But you aren’t drinking,” she says, still eyeing me with caution.
“I’m not,” I say easily, although the fact that it makes her suspicious pisses me off. “I’m done drinking for the night.” She rests the tip of her finger on the rim of the glass as if debating if she should drink it.
“Your presentation went well,” I say to change the subject. “Have you worked for that company very long?” I already know the answer, but I want to get her talking.
“I actually just started,” she says a bit peppier, but her body language doesn’t match the false tone in her voice. She seems angry, pissed off at me. I don’t know why, but fuck, it turns me on.
“What’d you do before this?” I ask her easily before signaling the bartender. I was bred into this lifestyle, so if there’s one thing my father taught me well, it’s how to charm women. I haven’t needed it… ever. But I know I can win her over.
“Let’s see...” she pauses and straightens a little as the bartender stops in front of us.
“Could we see the dessert menu, please?” I ask. I’m going to guess she’s a chocolate cake kind of woman. “You were saying?” I ask as the bartender sets down a menu and I slide it over to her. I tap on the picture of the lava cake and raise a brow.
She gives a small shake of her head. “No thanks,” she says, eyeing the cake. “I don’t want anything.”
I grin at her refusal. I’m going to have her eating cake right out of my hand.
I wait for the bartender as she rattles off her past employer, giving me details I’d find on a resume and nothing more. When the bartender catches my eye, I hold up the menu. “The lava cake,” I order and then look back at Charlotte.
“And why did you leave?” I ask with genuine curiosity. I have no idea why she left, but I’m grateful she did. Steamens Marketing never attends conferences, so I doubt I would have met her if she hadn’t left.
“Because my ex is a cheating prick and my former best friend is a whore.” The second the last word leaves her lips, she grips the stem of the glass tighter. I imagine her hands gripping my cock with the same force, and my pants grow a little tighter. “I’m sorry,” she says a moment later, though it’s clear she’s not. I love how anger colors her voice. Makes it deeper. Sexier. “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”
My Rose has thorns.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” I tell her. “I take it you worked with them?”
“Yes, that’s why I left.”
I nod my head and say, “So that means you’re single.”
She pauses for a moment, taken off guard. “I am,” she says finally, her voice on edge.
“Well that’s a win for me,” I say as the bartender sets the cake down on the bar. Two spoons. He’s a good man. Charlotte’s eyeing me with a look that turns me on; half suspicion, half defiance.
“Would you like a bite?” I ask before I take a bite myself and offer her the other spoon.
She stares at the spoon for a moment. “I don’t think so…”
“I insist,” I say, swallowing down the cake. It’s rich and velvety.
“Well, if you’re going to twist my arm,” she says, taking the utensil and scooping up a healthy portion. I watch as she closes her eyes and moans around the small bite of cake. My dick hardens as I picture her on her knees wrapping those lush lips around my cock.
She looks back at me with an innocent wide-eyed look. Fuck. I can’t tell if she’s doing it on purpose to turn me on, or if she's genuinely enjoying it.
“It’s delicious,” she says, wiping the bit of chocolate from the corner of her mouth and slipping her finger in quickly. “I don’t usually eat dessert,” she says as she takes another spoonful. “I’m always full by the time I’m done with dinner.”
She continues taking small bites, savoring the cake and making my cock rock hard. All the while making casual small talk about the marketing business. She’s bright and knowledgeable. My admiration for her grows, as does my sexual appetite.I have to force myself to look away and take another bite. I don’t taste a damn thing though, I’m just doing it to get her to take another bite.
Each small bite seems to open her up more and more, until it’s all gone and she’s scraping the plate for crumbs. That forces a rough chuckle up my chest.
I lean in and whisper, my lips barely touching the shell of her ear, “You’re beautiful, Rose.” Her head leans back and her lips part. It takes everything in me not to take them with my own. I pull back slightly, fighting the need to restrain myself and when I do, she looks back at me with nothing but lust.
“It’s Char-” she starts to respond, then stops as a chair scrapes loudly across the floor behind us.
A group of men rise and make a noisy exit. My eyes flash quickly to them and then back to my Rose who’s turned to watch them leave. Her hair is on her opposite shoulder, leaving her slender neck bare. My dick twitches in my pants with the thought of leaning down and leaving an open-mouthed kiss along her neck and down to her shoulder.
“I better get going,” she says suddenly. She doesn’t move though.
“You don’t have to; I’m enjoying your company.”
“I have to be up early. The conference is early tomorrow.” She looks to the doors of the bar, but again makes no move to leave. “I don’t want to give my boss a reason to fire me.”
“Let him. I’d hire you in an instant.” I’m quick and hard with my words, and I let them resonate with her.
“I’m flattered, really. But I don’t think that would be wise,” she says flatly. “At all.”
She’s resisting. I like that. “And why’s that?”
“Because... you’re…” her voice trails off and she bites her lower lip. Fuck. So sexy.
“I’m what?”
Her voice is heavy when she responds. “Bad.”
I chuckle. “Is that so?”
“You almost ruined my presentation, you know that?” she growls angrily, changing the subject. She’s grasping at straws here. Trying to find a reason to push me away. How… cute.
So this is why she’s a touch on the pissed side. “I did?” Maybe I shouldn’t have made it so obvious that it pleased me when I threw her off her game.
She glares at me, only turning me on more. “Don’t play coy. I lost my train of thought because of you.” There’s a small smile to her lips, letting me know she’s not truly angry.
I grin and say, “It’s not my fault that you’re attracted to me.”
“I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself. I said you made me lose my train of thought, not that I wanted to sleep with you.” Her eyes stay fixed on the back of the bar.
My grin grows wider. “So now we’re talking about sleeping with each other?”
A bright blush colors her cheeks and she doesn’t respond for a moment.
I wait for her to look at me. “Tell me why,” I say and stare into her eyes. She’s defensive and that’s fine, but she’s also turned on and right now that’s all I need
her to be.
“Why what?” she asks without moving an inch. That guard of hers is about to crumble around her.
“Why you lost your train of thought when you saw me.”
She tries to look away again, but I place my finger on her jaw and tilt her head to face me. “You did the same for me. It’s only fair that I affect you just as much.”
Her lips part and her eyes heat with lust at the knowledge I’ve given her, but she still doesn’t respond. “Tell me why, my Rose.”
“I don’t know,” she finally answers me.
“I can tell you why,” I say. “You want me.” She purses her lips and goes silent, clenching her thighs and licking her bottom lip. She fucking wants me. And just as much as I want her.
I lean forward. “You know what I think? I think you would love to get to know me, that you could learn to love me being your boss.”
Her breathing is coming in heavier.
“Tell me,” I say and my command brings her eyes back to mine. I want to hear it directly from those beautiful lips of hers.
“I think I’d get in trouble if you were my boss,” she says and her breathy words make my dick hard as fucking steel.
“Is that so?” I ask her calmly, moving my hand to her thigh and brushing my thumb back and forth against her bare skin. I lean forward and whisper into the crook of her neck, “I think I’d like that. In fact,” I say and pull away to look at her face. Her head’s tilted back and her eyes are half-lidded, but then she slowly tilts her head forward and looks me in the eyes. “I’d fucking love it,” I conclude.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she whispers, but I can tell her defenses are nonexistent. She’s inches away from being mine.
“We should be doing exactly this. I want you.” I brush the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip and add, “Tonight.”
Chapter 8
Charlotte
Although I’m walking with confidence behind him, I’m a ball of nerves on the inside. I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s reckless. Stupid, even. But my primal needs are winning the battle with common sense. I’m so messed up over Ian, I feel like I need this. I need Logan.
His hand splays across my back as I stand next to him at the elevator. I peek over my shoulder toward the entryway. I don’t want anyone to see. This will look bad. My panic rises, but then Logan leans into me, so close I can feel his hot breath on my neck, sending shivers down my back.
“Relax,” Logan says to me, his voice deep and sexy, the sound causing prickles to go up all along my arms. God, I could just melt into him. What’s worse is that I can’t think of a reason not to. As my eyes close with lust, the doors open with a loud ping, knocking me out of my trance.
He pulls me into the elevator, pressing me up against the wall.
A feeling of panic surges through me, telling me to get the hell out before the door closes. But I fight the need to run as the doors close slowly and his large body cages me in.
What's so bad about giving into my desires?
It’s just one night.
A night in Vegas.
What happens here, stays here. Right?
There’s nothing for me to worry about.
The thought gives me the courage to reach up and spear my fingers through his hair as he leans in for a passionate kiss and the elevator climbs the floors. I open my mouth wider and let him in, arching my body and moaning into his mouth.
His hands roam up my side, causing me to lean into him. I want him to take me. Right here, right now.
The elevator reaches his floor as I’m clawing at the buttons on his shirt. I pull away from him, breathless and nearly gasping, and he leads me down a long, ornate hallway to a large door.
He’s hasty with getting the key into the door, his other hand holding mine, and when he opens it my breath catches in my throat. It’s a penthouse suite, with floor-to-ceiling windows, a vast open floor plan, and stunning contemporary furniture.
Holy shit, I think to myself. This place is incredible. Luxury. It oozes luxury the way he oozes power.
I don’t get time to admire the stunning view, because suddenly Logan is pressed against me, sending my body temperature soaring and his lips pressing hungrily against mine. His hands find my ass cheeks, gripping them tightly before lifting me into the air and my legs wrap around his waist instinctively.
He pulls away from me for a moment, keeping me perfectly balanced. Below, I can feel his big, throbbing cock pressing against my pussy, demanding entry. Fuck! God, I’m so wet for him. I suck in a heavy breath, my chest heaving with desire.
He carries me up the stairs to the loft, holding me firm every step of the way and kissing along my neck. I struggle not to squirm in his embrace as my nails dig into his crisp white dress shirt. He kicks the door shut and throws me on a king-size bed in the center of the room. I bounce on the bed with a gasp and I look up at him as he stands above me, his huge cock pressed against his slacks, my breathing a series of desperate pants.
For a moment, I’m filled with fear at what’s about to take place, but burning desire sweeps it aside as Logan slowly takes off his tie and then his shirt. My legs scissor on the bed as I sit up and take in the sight of him. His muscles flex as he tosses his shirt to the floor. My pussy clenches around nothing. I push the hair off my neck, feeling hotter. I feel like I’m on fire.
It’s just one night.
It feels so wrong, having a one-night stand. But I'm dying to have one with a man like him. Especially knowing he wants me as much as I want him. And no one will know. My fingers reach for the buttons on my blouse and I slowly undo them with trembling hands.
His eyes stay focused on mine. His heated gaze is a trance pinning me to the bed to do his bidding. He won’t let me go.
As the silky fabric slips off my shoulders and the blouse falls into a pool around me, he makes a move to come closer for the first time. He unbuttons his pants and shoves them down as his lips attack my neck. He ravages me while he rips my bra down and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
My head falls back and soft moans spill from my lips, along with whispers and pleas for him to do what he wants to me. To take me. I don’t recognize my own voice. I don’t recognize the woman I am, caught in the heat of the moment and desperate for him.
My clit’s throbbing as he pushes me farther up the bed and pulls my skirt down over my ass and off of me. I’m so hot for him. So wet. He groans as he cups my pussy, the thin lace the only thing separating us.
I expect him to rip them with the way he’s handled me so far. But he doesn’t. He sits back on his heels, and that’s when I realize he’s completely naked. I can barely breathe as his fingers slide gently up my thighs, leaving goosebumps and shivers up my body,
He gently pulls the lace down my ass and I have to lift up slightly for him to pull them off. His eyes stay on mine. My chest rises and falls harder with each passing second. I can’t believe I’m doing this. He reaches over to the nightstand and I can’t quite see what he’s doing, but the sound of a wrapper makes it obvious.
Shit, I didn’t even think about asking. What am I doing? As my body heats with anxiety, he pushes my legs farther apart.
I start to prop myself up on my elbows and think about backing out. It’s all too fast, too soon, but his lips crash against mine and his large hand grips my hip, holding me down.
My body melds to his as he lowers his chest to mine. He nips my bottom lip as he pushes the head of his cock just slightly into my pussy. My body begs me to move, to take him in deeper, but his grip on me is relentless.
His large body cages mine in and the look in his eyes takes my breath away.
“Tell me again,” he says and his deep voice vibrates up his chest. His eyes are the brightest I’ve ever seen as he stares at me, willing me to obey him. It takes a second for me to realize what he wants to hear.
“I want you,” I say, and as the last word slips past my lips, he slams into me. His large cock fills me almost to the brink of pain. My back
bows and I let out a strangled cry of pleasure. So full, so hot. He stays buried deep inside of me, letting my walls adjust to his size before pushing farther in. My legs squeeze around his hips and my toes curl. It’s too much. I whimper as he pulls out slightly and then pushes forcefully back in.
He groans in the crook of my neck, “I knew you’d feel like this.” I wish I could respond. I try, but nothing comes out. My neck arches, forcing my head to dig into the mattress as he fucks me at a merciless pace.
He kisses my neck as my head thrashes and he thrusts over and over into me.
My nails dig into his back as I grip onto him as though he can save me from the overwhelming sensations threatening to consume me.
His pace picks up and forces a scream from me. My body heats in intense waves as my nerve endings ignite all at once.
He rides through my orgasm, thrusting his hips at an angle that brushes against my throbbing clit each time. Pushing my orgasm higher and stronger, and dangerously close to too much.
“Logan!” I scream out his name as another release crashes through me.
My breathing is frantic at the feeling of him pushing in me to the hilt and I feel his thick cock pulsing against my tight walls.
He gently kisses my neck and my shoulder as my body trembles beneath his.
His large frame moves away from mine, leaving the cool air to kiss my skin. He plants a single kiss against my lips and I easily return it. It’s a tender touch, one I wasn’t expecting.
As the highs of my orgasm come crashing down and slowly leave me in waves, I realize what I’ve done. I pull up the covers a little higher and wonder if I should leave.
I can hear the muted padding of his footsteps against the tiled floor as he turns on the light to the bathroom and faint light floods the room. I see my clothes on the floor. And suddenly I feel cheapened.
I knew what I was doing.
I try to calm myself as he comes back into the bedroom. His corded muscles ripple as he walks to the edge of the bed. It dips with his weight as he peels the covers back. His eyes are on my face as he does it, as though he’s expecting me to protest, and a part of me wants to.
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