by Alison Bliss
She glanced back at him. “Are you threatening me?”
“You’re damn straight I am. I have a good mind to bend you over my knee right now. Might be wise for you not to tempt me.”
With narrowed eyes, Valerie rose to her full height and shifted her body to face him directly. Then she did something he couldn’t believe. She gave him a one-finger salute. “That’s what I think about your threat.”
Losing the last thread on his control, Logan grabbed her by the arms and pulled her toward him. So close he could smell the sugared vanilla perfume wafting from the erratic pulse in her neck.
Her eyes widened. “W-what are you doing?”
His fingers threaded into her silky hair, tilting her face up to his. “Making damn sure you don’t wake up next to someone whose name you don’t remember.”
Then his mouth was on hers.
Chapter Eight
Valerie didn’t know what the hell had come over him.
Without any warning, Logan had charged into the storeroom with a volatile look on his face and a reckless glimmer in his eyes. She’d almost immediately felt the tension emanating from him, but it wasn’t until he stalked toward her like a jungle cat ready to pounce that a chill had skidded up her spine.
The blur of events had happened so fast that she barely remembered what the hell had set him off. It wasn’t like she’d meant to break one of his more expensive bottles of imported whiskey. But damn. If that was all it had taken to gain his attention, she should’ve knocked down the entire shelf days ago.
Because that was the only sensible explanation as to why his lips were suddenly on hers. And frankly, it was about damn time.
Valerie didn’t hesitate. She met his mouth with all the enthusiasm of a stranded woman in the desert who was taking her first drink in days. The hot, openmouthed kiss warmed her blood and sent electricity sizzling beneath her skin. Desire burned through her at the speed of light, and she whimpered softly into his mouth.
A husky and very male groan tore from Logan’s throat. His muscled arms banded around her, drawing her closer, and her body responded automatically by arching into his. He slanted his demanding mouth more firmly over hers, his tongue delving deep. She hummed with pleasure as she memorized the way his lips felt on hers and savored his unique flavor—cool mint and something that could only be described as sin.
Logan slid his knee between her legs and twisted his fingers into her blond hair, angling her head to the side as his lips blazed a trail down her neck. With his free hand, he quickly swept the slim strap of her dress down her arm and gently sank his teeth into the sensitive skin on her left shoulder.
Her breath hitched.
Somehow she’d always known it would be like this with him. Possessive. Manic. Aggressive. Her fantasies hadn’t even come close to the real thing. But just when she thought he was going to make her dreams a reality, James’s voice echoed from the hallway.
She tensed, sucking in a deep breath, as Logan released her and immediately backed away. Loud rock music blasted from the bar’s sound system, drowning out most of what James said, but it sounded like he was talking to a woman. Trisha perhaps?
Wordlessly, Logan and Valerie stared at the storeroom door, both apparently waiting for the inevitable. But then James fell silent on the other side of the door. After a minute passed and the door didn’t open, Valerie breathed out a sigh of relief. “Man, that was a close one.”
She stepped toward Logan and twined her arms tightly around his neck as she skimmed her lips over his. “Now where were we?”
Logan grasped her forearms and lifted his head. “No. We need to stop.”
What? Oh, hell no. There was no way she was putting an end to something between them that had barely gotten started.
Rubbing desperately against him, Valerie rose onto her toes and captured his lips with hers. But with the way he stiffened reflexively, she might as well have been making out with a statue. She could almost hear the gears grinding in his head as his brain worked against her. “Don’t think,” she whispered, kissing him again. “Just feel.”
“Valerie…” He sighed, and his fingers dug into her forearms, as if he were about to stop her.
So she bit him. Her teeth latched on to his lip with one quick, sharp nip. Not hard enough to hurt him, but with enough pressure to get his attention. And boy, did it ever!
Nostrils flaring, Logan grasped her waist and spun them around with dizzying speed until her back landed with a soft thud against the ice machine. The cold from the metal door instantly bit into her back, but she didn’t care. Her heart stopped as his dark, narrowed eyes zeroed in on her. She breathed in his warm scent. Dangerously sexy and so utterly male.
Then he was on her.
His mouth took hers with a searing kiss that was anything but gentle as he quickly peeled her dress down, letting the stretchy fabric fall away from her breasts. Hot hands roamed over her, plucking at her hard nipples. Logan lifted his head slightly, and one strong eyebrow rose. “So the princess likes to bite, does she?”
“Y-yes,” she said shakily, unable to concentrate on his words.
He nodded. “Good. Now it’s my turn.” With that, he lowered his head, took one rigid bud into his mouth, and nipped it gently, sending shock waves all the way down to her core.
Valerie squirmed, but he cupped her breasts with large hands and held her steady as he continued the onslaught. His mouth switched back and forth, carefully tweaking her nipples with his teeth before soothing the ache with his tongue, the exquisite combination driving her wild with need. Without warning, her entire body convulsed against him.
“Whoa, easy,” he said, bringing his mouth back to hers and ravaging her all over again. Even when he pulled back to look at her, his persistent hands continued to move over her breasts, his fingers pinching lightly in all the right places. “Fuck. You don’t know how good you feel right now.”
Wanna bet? But it wasn’t enough. Nowhere close to being enough. She wanted more, and she wanted it now. Valerie thrust her hips forward and rubbed her pelvis against the bulging ridge she found in the front of his jeans. Thick and long, and hard as steel. “I need you, Logan. Please…”
Without hesitation, he angled his body more into her so his cock rode up against her cleft. Right where she wanted him most. She moaned something encouraging although she was sure her words weren’t all that intelligible. But his eyes glittered with awareness. He knew exactly what she wanted and where…and the smirk he wore held promises to deliver. “You want me, baby?”
“Yes.”
“You want to feel my dick throbbing inside you?”
His words dampened her thighs instantly. “God yes,” she gasped out.
He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and grinned. “Then be a good girl and take off your panties.”
Holy hell. She’d never known Logan Mathis had such a dirty mouth on him. But his commanding tone sent heat swirling through her, coiling into a tight ball. One that threatened to burst wide open at the thought of him being inside her. But there was something bothering her that she hadn’t thought of before.
He was her boss, damn it. Her very sexually aroused boss with a hard cock in his fucking pants that he was going to use on her…and, dear God, she wanted him to. But she also had a feeling that, by having sex with him, she would be putting her job at the bar in jeopardy.
Even if it was only a temporary position, the last thing she wanted to do was get fired from a job that she loved so much. And screwing the boss would probably guarantee it. After all, it wasn’t like any of this was in her job description. Otherwise, I might’ve showed up to work a little more prepared.
Logan leaned closer, gaining her attention. “Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time,” Logan growled, his impatience showing plainly on his face. “Take. Off. Your. Panties.”
Her heart hammered against her rib cage as chills raced over her body. God, she couldn’t breathe. The rough hands on her breasts. The authority in
his sexy voice. The way his eyes smoldered and darkened with desire as he looked at her. All of it combined knocked every bit of oxygen from her lungs.
So Valerie did the only thing she could do in this situation. She licked her dry lips and opened her mouth to speak, her words barely a whisper as they slid past her tongue. “I can’t. I’m not wearing any.”
* * *
Logan bit back a groan.
For years, he’d dreamed about what it would be like to be with Valerie. Yet his lame-ass dreams had had nothing on the real, flesh-and-blood woman standing in front of him. Because out of all the fantasies he’d ever had, not a single damn one of them had anything to do with her not wearing panties. And as strange as it was, he was almost disappointed that he wasn’t going to get a chance to see her take them off.
But the mere idea of her curvy body pressing against him with nothing under her skirt had rigor mortis settling into his cock and lit a fire in him that burned hotter than anything he’d ever known. Oh yeah, she’s definitely trying to kill me.
His hands skimmed down her sides, grasped the hem of her dress, and hiked it up until the fabric stretched tight across her upper thighs. “Spread your legs.”
She tensed and blew out a deep breath before parting her feet and doing exactly what he’d asked. To reward her for her good behavior, he found her, cupping her mound with his palm while slowly circling her clit with his thumb.
Their mouths were close but not quite touching as Logan thrust one long finger inside her, glided it through her wetness, and then added another. Her body jerked, her hips bucking forward, and she gasped directly into his open mouth. Her breath was like sweet honey, and the erotic sound she made traveled straight to his balls.
Moving his nimble fingers in and out, he worked her faster and then curled them inside her and found her G-spot, stroking it back and forth. Hot and tight, her inner muscles began to squeeze around him.
Damn. She was close. “You ready, baby?”
“Not yet,” she murmured, panting harder. “I’m not quite…there.”
He grinned. The fuck she wasn’t.
Gentle persuasion turned into mad coercion as his hand brought her vibrating body closer to the edge of completion. “Now, Valerie. I want you to come all over my fingers right now.”
The look she gave him was a mixture of confusion, arousal, and possibly a bit of irritation. “What are you talking about? It’s not like I can come on command,” she muttered, her voice trembling. “That’s…not…even…poss—”
And with that, he shoved her off the orgasmic cliff.
Her body clamped down on his fingers, and her head lolled back against the ice machine as she panted out heavy breaths. She clenched her teeth together and rode his fingers through each wave of pleasure until the scent of her arousal perfumed the air around them. Then, with a shiver, her spent body went limp. “Holy shit,” she muttered, her tone lazy and breathless.
He grinned and slid his fingers from between her legs, automatically reaching for the button on his jeans. The need to be inside of her was just too great to ignore…even if the noise level in the bar was growing by the minute. Logan freed himself, and his hard dick twitched with excitement, glad to be invited to the party.
But apparently he wasn’t the only one who noticed the increasing outside chatter.
Valerie glanced in the direction of the storeroom door and bit into her bottom lip. “Um, how about we lock the door?”
In answer, Logan lifted her leg and pinned it to his waist. He sure the hell wasn’t about to let the sound of distant laughter deter him from getting inside her as fast as he possibly could. “How about we don’t?”
She stilled for a moment, as if contemplating what he had said, and then took a deep breath and let her body relax. “Someone might come in though.”
He wasn’t sure why that was suddenly a problem for her, but he couldn’t help the amused grin that spread across his face. “Then they’re going to owe us an admittance fee for the show we’re about to put on.”
“Logan…”
He leaned in and kissed her. “This was your idea,” he whispered, bending his knees and positioning himself at her entrance. Her warmth and wetness were just begging for him to take the plunge.
She squirmed as he increased the pressure and began to enter her. “What are you…talking…about?”
God, why the hell are we still talking? “This is what you wanted, right? Someone to talk dirty to you,” he replied, his heart pounding relentlessly, urging him to take her hard and fast. Trying to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head, Logan swallowed and looked her square in the eyes. “But I’m warning you, princess, as far I’m concerned, this is the closest thing you’ll ever get to having sex in public.”
Every muscle in her body stiffened, including the one around the head of his cock. She blinked. “W-what did you just—”
But Logan couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust fully into her, muscles tensing, and a groan ripped from his chest. Valerie gasped and braced herself against him, her thighs trembling. He held her steady and allowed her time to adjust to the sensation of being filled, then once her body relaxed again, he slowly began to move.
The grip she had on him was unbelievable. God, she was fucking tight. Way tighter than he’d ever imagined. If he was smart, he’d work on those fantasies of his. Because nothing in his imagination had ever been as good as this.
Logan angled his body into hers, the shallow thrusts maximizing her enjoyment yet minimizing his dick’s need to race to the finish line. He kept that direct stimulation on her clit until her inner core softened around him. Then he begin to pump faster, harder, deeper. Valerie moaned and arched her back, grinding her body against his.
“You like the way my cock feels inside you?” he asked, increasing the pace once more.
Her eyes closed, and she breathed out a strained, “Yes.”
“Then take all of it,” he commanded, lifting her other leg off the ground. He wrapped it around his waist, which left her suspended in air, her back supported by the ice machine. His hands slipped under her ass cheeks, holding her over him as he rolled his hips, reaching deeper inside her. “Oh yeah. Take more of me. Just like that.”
Her body jolted with every thrust. “Oh God, Logan…please…”
The desperate cry warned him of her pending release so he sped up, driving into her with long, primal strokes, more fiercely than before. “Here we go. Fast and hard, baby.”
Her nails dug into his shoulders, and his fingers dug into her ass. His blood heated to a volcanic degree, and sweat beaded on his forehead. Moments later, she shattered, squeezing around him so hard that he couldn’t see straight.
He was exhausted, and his limbs were completely numb, but there was no way in hell he was about to stop now. The thought of sating himself with her and relieving the painful ache in his balls had once only been a dream. Now that it was happening, he wasn’t about to lose his chance to make his dream come true. Fierce and hungry for more, his libido took over, and his body went on cruise control.
His rock-hard dick was like a heat-seeking missile, homing in on her warmth and locating its target with ease. She’d been teasing him with that delicious body of hers for years, and he needed to fill it with every last inch of him.
After a couple more solid strokes, Logan’s breath finally bottomed out. He held himself inside her, and the room whirled around him. Animalistic sounds tore from his throat as he grunted and groaned his release. Seconds later, the room stopped moving and sharp relief washed over him. He felt like he’d died and gone to heaven.
But then a man’s voice rang out from somewhere in the hallway, and Logan knew that this wasn’t heaven after all. It was definitely hell.
Valerie’s head snapped up. “Shit. That’s Brett. Hurry, put me down.”
She squirmed in his arms, trying to get free, but he was still semi-hard inside her. “Hold on, damn it. Be careful with that thing,” he scolded
, sliding out of her and quickly setting her on her feet.
He stuffed his junk back into the safety of his pants and zipped up while Valerie pulled up her straps and covered her breasts. Then she yanked the hem of her skirt back into place and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
She smoothed her hands over her hair. “Brett’s not looking for you…at least not yet.” She glanced at the broken glass and whiskey puddle on the floor. “You stay here and clean this up. I’ll go head him off.”
“No, Valerie, I—”
But she slid out the door before he could stop her.
Breathing out a sigh, Logan grabbed one of the five-gallon buckets from the top of the ice machine and knelt down to pick up the large shards of glass at his feet. Christ, what a mess he’d made of things.
He wasn’t really referring to the one on the floor, but since it was his fault that she’d dropped the whiskey bottle, the most he could do was help clean it up. And while he was at it, he would dispose of the condom too.
Wait, what condom? Logan’s body went rigid. He gave his crotch a cursory glance, as if he were consulting parts of his anatomy on something he already knew to be true. They hadn’t used a damn thing. “Fuck,” he breathed out.
Logan closed his eyes, guilt sloshing in his stomach. He’d screwed up in so many ways tonight that he was starting to lose count. But this one? Yeah, this one definitely took the cake. He knew better, goddamn it. His head obviously wasn’t in the right place since he never even thought of protecting them.
Then something whispered in the back of his mind. If he would have been using the right head to think with, he wouldn’t have had sex with her to begin with.
Chapter Nine
Valerie hurried to wipe down the last of the counter.
Sweets n’ Treats didn’t close for another five minutes, but she’d been working hard for the past twenty to get everything done before five o’clock. Her shift at the bar didn’t even start for another hour, but if she had any hope of speaking to Logan before the other employees arrived, then she would have to go in early. After what had happened between them last night, they definitely needed to talk.