Shades of Shame (Semper Fi)

by Cooper, Laura

  “Do you really think you can say no to me that easily?” David hissed.

  Leila pulled back and met his stern gaze, “Why Senator, you wouldn’t want me to disappoint your son would you?” Her tone was threatening. Even if his relationship with Elise was failed and unimportant to the Senator, she was positive that Logan would be devastated to know that his father wanted her for his own whims. It would break Logan’s heart. She wouldn’t consider telling Logan if you threatened her with a burning stake, but the Senator didn’t need to know that.

  With that David burst into loud laughter, “Oh no, no, no! I wouldn’t dream of ruining Logan’s evening! The chosen one must be catered to! Good God Leila, you sound just like my wife!”

  “I will accept that as the high compliment it is,” Leila responded with sarcastic sincerity as the song ended.

  David pecked her lightly on the cheek, “Indeed it is the highest of all compliments, my dear Leila. Remember that.” He moved across the room to join Elise; Logan was instantly back at Leila’s side. It didn’t take him long to make her forget the nastiness in his father’s voice.

  As the evening slowed Leila found herself nearly breathless. Logan’s green eyes had barely left her all night. She’d always found it easy to note every single detail regarding the people around her, but tonight Leila was slow to recognize that her own blue eyes hadn’t strayed from Logan either. At his side she was an extension of him now, she felt melded to him as though they were one, and that the entire room accepted them as such. A woman like Leila was incapable of understanding this concept; it confused her. Yet at the same time, she felt more excited, more alive than she’d ever felt in her life. She was already so wholly addicted to Logan, and how she felt at his side that she forgot herself. She forgot her desperate need to prove herself in this town, she forgot to examine all the details, and she forgot who she was entirely in his presence.

  Logan leaned low over her; his eyes sparkled as he looked at her, “Would you like to head over to the Ritz Carlton now? I mean, if that’s what you want to do?”

  Leila wanted nothing other than to be with Logan. Wherever he wanted to go was fine with her. “Sure, let’s say goodbye to your parents and everyone first.”

  “Ugh, okay.” Logan’s gigantic hand clasped hers and pulled her across the large room to his parents table. “Mom, Dad, we’re going to head on out now. Thank you for inviting us. We had a wonderful time.”

  David McNarry glanced up at his son. The boy was massively large, and it strained his neck to look up at him. That’s when David saw it; his son’s eyes glowed with a deep green tint that he’d never seen before. The entire shape of his eyes had changed somehow. His face had softened, and something had been added to his repertoire: it was love. David pursed his lips. His son was in love for the first time and he’d chosen a woman who would rip his very soul from him. His first instinct was to tell them no, absolutely not. Under no circumstances could he take this woman to bed. But Elise interrupted his thought, “You two were just the belles of the ball tonight! I think every single person here has told me how lovely you look together! Oh wait, look whose coming over!” Elise quieted and David quickly rose to his feet.

  The President extended his hand to David, “Good evening Senator.”

  “Good evening, Mr. President.” David smiled with genuine respect.

  President Marlow turned towards Logan and Leila standing next to the table, “And who are these two beautiful young people?”

  “This is my son, Logan McNarry, and his friend Leila Johnson,” David put his hand on Logan’s shoulder proudly.

  The President scanned the couple and extended his hand to Logan, “Good to meet you, Logan. I hear you are our star candidate for stealing the World Cup from the Australians this year?”

  Logan laughed casually, “Hard to say sir. The Aussies hang on to that Cup like it’s their national anthem. I think we have a serious chance to bring it home this year though.”

  Leila watched Logan; he was as comfortable talking to the President of the United States as he’d been telling stories with his friends at the dinner table. He made the President laugh, “Good! Countin’ on you to bring it back! Now tell me about this woman who has every man here sweating,” his eyes turned appraisingly towards Leila.

  Logan looked down at Leila and smiled, “Leila Johnson sir, great grand-daughter to President Earl Johnson.”

  The President took Leila’s hand and pressed it to his lips bending low over her hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. My wife wants your dress! She’s told me three times to find out who your designer is?”

  Logan laughed, “If you give me an hour sir, I think I can have it sent back for her!”

  Leila’s mouth hung open in shock; did he really just say that to the President? To her delight the President rolled with laughter. Leila laughed with them, “It’s Versace sir. Please tell your wife that I’ll send her a note with the name of the line. We’ve had a wonderful evening. It’s been fantastic!”

  The President released her hand and smiled, “Thank you Leila, I most certainly will tell her.” He moved on to speak with Elise and David and the rest of the members of their dining table.

  Head Over Heels

  Logan and Leila excused themselves and found their way outside to the waiting car. “I can’t believe you told the President you’d send my dress back in an hour! Oh hell Logan, that was hilarious!” Leila was giddy with happiness. She couldn’t have dreamed of a better evening!

  “What’s funny is that everyone thought I was joking!” Logan leaned over in the back seat and scooped her into his arms. His kiss was tender on her lips, and as his eyes met hers Leila melted into his strong arms.

  At the Ritz Carlton Leila was shocked to find that Logan had reserved the Penthouse suite for the evening. He punched in the private code and the elevator began its rise to the top of the elegant building. “What about your friends? Aren’t we supposed to meet them in the bar downstairs?”

  Logan’s eyebrows furrowed, “Did you honestly think that I’d let them gawk over you any longer? No ma’am! I’ve tolerated them staring at you all evening, that’s all I’m willing to concede to those idiots.” He kissed her again; she felt his pressure building against her stomach.

  Logan was already undressing her as the elevator opened into the private Penthouse suit. Within moments their clothes were strewn across the floor in a trail to the king sized bed.

  The realization came to her when she felt his hardness pressed into her chest. She was so short compared to him! She looked down instinctively to view his massive cock, astounded by the size of it. She stared too long, examining the individual veins, the bulbous head, and the way it seemed to throb on its own accord. Without thought her hand reached for it; she wanted to touch it, feel it in her small palm. Logan’s moan brought her back to the present. She looked upward to find his green eyes searching for hers. There was an intense need there, one that stirred her deep within. She felt the warmth of his glare reaching into her and instantly felt a need to have this man inside her. When his face reached hers she surrendered all control and felt his lips touch hers.

  His kiss was soft, sensual and tantalizing. It was as though he needed to touch every part of her mouth with his. She was completely powerless beneath his strong arms; his hardness throbbed against her. Leila had never felt so utterly needed, or for that matter, so completely in need. When his hands lifted her from the ground again she barely noticed.

  Logan laid her on the soft bed. He had no desire to take her quickly for his own benefit; instead he wanted to cherish this body of hers, drown himself in it for eternity. All of these feelings were unknown to him before this very moment. The excitement and confusion of it all only compounded his need.

  Leila felt the softness of the bed beneath her; she felt Logan’s stiff body beside her now. He had never stopped kissing her; their mouths intertwined, holding them together as he moved over her. His mouth left hers reluctantly, but o
nly because her melon sized breasts beckoned him. She took a deep breath, sucking in his manly scent as his face moved to her perked nipples. He drew them inside the warmth of his mouth individually, examining each of them with his tongue in earnest infatuation. Yes, Leila mused, this could be love.

  Logan felt her desire growing; he had no interest in anything other than pleasuring this woman. Something oddly protective was growing inside him as though he had to protect her not only from the world but also from his own demanding needs. He swallowed deeply gathering his strength and moved his kisses further down her slim belly. Her small form wriggled in need beneath him, her hips already thrusting just the tiniest bit towards him as he neared the intersection of her thighs. He could already smell the scent of her just below, but he couldn’t be too anxious. He wanted her to want him, just as much as he was in desperation for her. His tongue found her swollen clit instantly. The pert knob was hard to miss; it was as though it were standing up to be sure to be noticed. He tugged at it tenderly with his lips before pulling it all into his warm mouth. Gentle sucking motions on her clit sent Leila moaning with pleasure. He was taking his time on her body. It was a delightful change from the hurried and dissociative sex she was used to. All thoughts of domination were gone from her mind now. Logan was extremely appreciative of her body, and she moaned under his every touch.

  Her first orgasm came on his long fingers; he had known the exact spot within her to massage. As she took long deep breaths of release Logan moved over her. His mouth again found hers as his hardness slipped inside her. He moved so slowly that she barely felt herself stretching to fit the size of him. Logan knew she hadn’t had anyone of his size before they’d met. He knew that he could easily hurt her if he wasn’t careful and that he needed to go gently inside her. Every urge, muscle and inclination in his body told him differently. They told him to plunge deeply, take her velvety folds around him quickly. Instead he treated her like the virgin he envisioned she was. In a sense she was a virgin to him. He’d never felt such emotion while having sex before. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes as he reached her furthest depths. Leila matched his every move. To her utter and complete surprise, her own emotions had taken control of her actions. A swelling in her chest, in her heart drove her movements now. So was this what they called making love? she wondered.

  Her hips pulled him inside, he was larger than before and there was a fullness that she didn’t recognize. Places inside her were being touched by his massive size that had never been touched before, the pleasure he was giving her was immeasurable. Her legs attempted to wrap around him in vain; her legs were too short to offer her much control. She found herself struggling to pull him in and out of her, harder and harder. Suddenly she realized that while he was moving slowly above her, she was desperately trying to make him move faster inside of her. She heard a gentle laugh, “Leila, slow down you’re killing me here.” His voice was raspy and borderline in control. “No Logan! Give it to me! NOW!” Her legs gathered new strength as she pulled her hips into his, forcing him to her hilt.

  That was it; Logan could no longer control himself. His body took over, pinning her to the bed with his forceful strokes. Her legs spread openly with wanton need as he pounded into her. He’d wanted to come gently inside her, feel himself become one with her, but the vixen had tricked him. Now he wanted her to surround him, and was going to take it. The entire bed felt like a ship in a storm, thrashing around them both wildly as his moans overtook the silence of their surroundings. Leila’s scream met his guttural moan as they exploded together. His semen shot inside her without fear of repercussion. He had no intention of ever letting her go anyway.

  They lay silently for a long while as he became soft inside her. His arms still maintained his stance above so as not to crush her. Finally she wriggled below him, bringing him back to his senses. He slid aside, allowing her to move freely.

  Leila rolled over staring at him in disbelief. His eyes met hers, but what she saw there was unrecognizable to her. He had watery eyes as though the effort of their sex had hurt him somehow, and that concerned her. She frowned, “Are you ok Logan? Did I hurt you?”

  Logan’s face registered her words, “Hurt me? On the contrary I think you’ve healed me!” he laughed wholeheartedly and pulled her close to him. “Leila?”

  “Mmmm…” she murmured against his thick chest.

  “I love you.”

  She lifted her head to look into his deep green eyes, “I love you too, Logan.”

  He smiled down at her and kissed her lips gently. “Did I mention I rented the penthouse for the entire weekend?”

  Leila laughed and rolled on top of him, “No sir, you did not!” She giggled devilishly.

  Logan’s Shade

  Her phone buzzed as soon as she stepped onto the elevator. She struggled to rearrange her coffee and bag to read the text.

  Monday -7:12am You were beautiful last night! And the night before, and at breakfast.

  Leila blushed although she was alone. She couldn’t think of him without her entire body tingling. He made her feel like what she was, a twenty one year old debutante falling in love. Intellectually it made no sense to her; she’d always fallen for older men, the ones who were in control. Logan didn’t seem to be in control of anything; not even his amazing cock. He sailed all day, then went home to his parent’s house at night. Leila didn’t know where he got his money, there was probably a trust fund doling it out. His rogue, devil may care attitude towards life should have disgusted her, but it didn’t. It excited the hell out of her. He was her protector now; in his arms she was safe from any and all harm. Thoughts of Logan surrounding her with his shining armor glistening in the mid day sun made her giggle. Leila held no pretenses that he’d completely infatuated her with his cock, she didn’t even care to deny it. She’d figure out a way to get where she wanted with Logan at her side, because that was what she wanted.

  She sat at her desk and arranged her belongings for the day then picked up her phone. You make me blush! She texted back.

  Monday 7:41am- The thought of you makes parts of me blush too!

  Leila could see where this was heading! She could sext with him all day and not get a thing done. Somehow she had to learn to compartmentalize Logan McNarry; it was similar to stopping an earthquake at your front door.

  She could still smell him on her skin. Whew! Leila shook the sexual tension from her body with a shiver. Wendy Adams stepped by the Intern’s Office just in time to see her shake. “Leila, are you not feeling well dear?”

  Leila looked up in surprise, “Oh! Good morning, Mrs. Adams! No, I’m feeling fine. Wonderful, in fact!”

  Wendy walked across the office and peered across Leila’s desk, “Well, well, I’d know that look anywhere! Someone got laid last night! From the looks of it, he made quite an impact!” Wendy teased with a broad smile as she shuffled through a large stack of envelopes in her hand.

  Leila couldn’t help but laugh, “Come on now, you can’t tell can you?”

  The older woman smirked, “Sweetheart, my job is hinged upon reading people! So spill all the dirty details!”

  Leila couldn’t help but like the woman. She sensed that she could be trusted, and that was a rare quality in Washington, D.C. “Alright! Alright! I was out with Logan all weekend!”

  Wendy’s face clouded instantly, “As in Logan McNarry?”

  Leila’s blue eyes flashed mimicking her concern, “Yes. Why? Is there something wrong with that?”

  The chubby woman stood motionless for a moment then shook her head, “No, no, it’s just not an angle an intern has tried before. Logan has always been too young or too preoccupied to notice his Dad’s interns before. I’m surprised that’s all.”

  Suddenly Leila understood, “Mrs. Adams, this is not an angle! Logan is amazing!” Fury was mounting within her at the notion that a relationship with Logan could be misunderstood as an intern trying to get a leg up in Washington. Just the opposite! Logan was her repriev
e from climbing the political ladder! He was her refuge in this dog eat dog town!

  Wendy Adams smiled tightly, “Whatever you say dear. I would just be careful with who knows about this. After all, dating the Senator’s son could easily be misconstrued as ladder climbing.”

  Leila led out an exasperated breath, “You’re right, of course. You won’t mention it to anyone, will you Mrs. Adams?”

  The woman shook her head, “I wouldn’t think about it!”

  Leila smiled at her, “Thank you. But Mrs. Adams? What did you mean that Logan was always too preoccupied?”

  Wendy frowned, “Oh my! You really are smitten aren’t you? Well, it’s only that Logan spends so much time training. His father carries newspaper articles around in his wallet to brag about Logan’s regatta wins. The kid is training for the World Cup you know?”

  She shook her head. Logan hadn’t discussed it with her, and they’d been far too busy exploring their bodies. But she recalled the President’s interest in his sailing team. Honestly, she’d been so infatuated with Logan physically from the start that they hadn’t discussed his plans for the future. Winning the World Cup was a pretty ambitious goal! She knew he was taking some summer classes at Georgetown, but would head back to Beauvais in the fall.

  Leila had already considered transferring her law school studies there this fall too. She mentioned the thought to Logan, and he’d been thrilled. She’d already realized how ridiculous she’d been this entire time, from the moment she’d seen Logan in Gracie’s kitchen she’d been in love with him. Beauvais was Ivy League, and it wouldn’t hurt her resume. Making a future with Logan was now her priority.

  Wendy Adams had shed light on Logan. He was a professional athlete as well as a reluctant politician. He’d explained his decision to go to Beauvais for a degree in Political Science hadn’t really been his decision at all. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t even applied or registered there. It’d been his dream to sail for Georgetown, and if he had time he might get a degree in history or even go pre-med. Leila could see the remote sadness in his eyes as he explained his father’s clear directions as to his future. She glanced up at Wendy again, noticing the stack of envelopes in her hand, “Do you need help mailing those, Mrs. Adams?”