by Claire Adams
I hurried back to her side. “So, you liked your first time at Japanese karaoke?”
She continued her dance. She dropped her hands to her waist and kicked out like she was in some sort of chorus line. “It was fun. I didn’t know about the no audience thing, but it actually made it more fun. No one to impress or worry about.”
“There are different types of places, but this is the typical kind of place you find here.”
Emily giggled, spinning once before bouncing along. “This city is fun and different.”
“We’ll have to come back,” I said without thinking. Why would she ever come back to Tokyo with me? This was a one-time thing. I still had to accept that.
“Yes, we will.”
The words hung in the air, thick with meaning. At least to me. Emily let out another giggle and continued dancing down the street.
Even though I wasn’t trying to do my best Dancing with the Stars-impression down the street like Emily, I’d downed more than a few beers, and a fuzzy cloud hung over my thoughts, making it hard for me to think clearly.
So many questions passed through my head. Would Emily come back to Tokyo with me if I asked? Was this really a fun diversion for her and nothing else?
I shook my head, trying to clear it. I had trouble believing that she didn’t want anything more. Maybe the booze was revealing the truth for both of us.
We didn’t talk much more as we finished our walking and dancing to the hotel. Along the way, I laughed each time she changed her style of dance.
Fun and different. That’s what she’d called Tokyo, but the same could be said for her. The more time I spent with her, the more fun I had. I’d started worrying less about the next business deal and more about what kind of entertaining things we could do together, in and out of bed.
My mother was right. Emily and I shared a lot in common. There was no reason we couldn’t be together. No reason except she didn’t want it.
Her dance turned into a mere skip as she headed toward the elevator. I kept pace beside her, my hands clenched into fists, my neck and shoulders tense. My eyes kept drifting to her cleavage.
I’d tasted those breasts and pleasured them only a couple of days ago. Emily was like a drug, and I was starting to go through withdrawal.
She stopped dancing on the elevator, instead only humming. Even that stopped after the door dinged, and we stepped onto our floor.
She grabbed my hand and led me to her room. She quickly opened the door and pulled me inside.
I raised a brow, curious as to where this was going.
Emily started dancing again, grabbing my hands and trying to lead me in a dance to music only she could hear.
“Thank you for tonight,” she said, as we swayed lightly. “Thank you for this whole trip.”
“You’re welcome. I’m sorry I spent most of it in meetings.”
Emily leaned her head against my chest. “Remember what you said about the sushi restaurant?” She stopped swaying.
I glanced down at her. “What about it?”
“I asked you if you’d done it for charity, but you said it was charity and self-interest together.”
Chuckling, I nodded. “Yes.”
Emily put her arms around my neck. “This trip is the same thing, right?”
I stared into those hazel eyes, wondering what she wanted me to say. I settled on the truth. “Yes. You could describe it that way. You needed time away, especially from Lionel. You’re a wonderful woman, and you deserve good things and to be treated well, and—”
Emily silenced me with a kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth, and I met it with my own. I pulled her tightly against me, desperate for the feel of her soft breasts against me. She dropped her arms from my neck and reached in between us to rub my hard cock through my pants.
I pulled away from her. She looked up at me, her lips swollen from the kiss, her breathing ragged. Her hand dropped away from my throbbing cock.
“You don’t like it?” Emily said, her eyes wide, almost innocent-looking despite the situation.
“No, I like it too much.”
“Then what’s the problem?” She ran her hand up the length of my hard-on.
I let out a grunt. “I told myself we weren’t going to do this again.”
“Why?” She stroked me several times. Even through the layers of clothing, her fingers on my manhood shot lightning to my balls.
I took in and let out a deep breath. “I don’t want to mess up our friendship, and we’re both drunk.”
Emily shook her head lightly, a devilish grin appearing on her face. “I’m not that drunk. Neither are you. And we’ve both slept together once before.”
“But you didn’t want to after.”
She wagged a finger. “Because you fucked me so hard, I was sore.” She closed her eyes and took in a breath. She reopened her eyes. “I want my last night in Tokyo to have one more good memory. I want to have you inside me, filling me, making me remember I’m a woman.”
I stepped forward and nuzzled her neck as she continued running her hand up the length of my cock. I yearned to pull off my clothes so she could touch me directly.
“You’re definitely a woman,” I whispered into her ear. “And I like how you think.” I pulled back to grin at her. “Don’t be mad if you’re sore for days.”
Emily returned my grin.
Chapter Twenty-One
EMILY
I stepped back, grinning as I unzipped my dress slowly and deliberately. Yes, I was little tipsy, but it didn’t change the truth. I wanted my last day in Tokyo to end on a great memory, something I would remember to my dying day. Even though I couldn’t be together with Logan back in America, I could hold onto this little slice of pleasure and comfort.
Plus, to be honest, I was damn horny. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I think it was more knowing how great it could be with Logan. I’d never realized how wonderful sex could feel. Lionel had always been so selfish. If I happened to get off during it, it was just dumb luck. My ex had made it clear that my pleasure wasn’t something he ever cared much about.
Beyond that, Logan made Lionel seem like a fumbling virgin in comparison. Even if we never slept together after Tokyo, I imagined dreams of sleeping with him would keep me warm on cold nights for a long time as I remembered what it felt like to have his fingers and cock inside me, pushing me toward ecstasy.
I finished unzipping my dress before pulling down the straps on either side. I shimmied a little, going for sexy but probably coming more off as drunkenly awkward. Right then, I couldn’t be bothered to care.
Logan watched me, the corners of his mouth turned up in a slight smile. Aroused? Amused? I wasn’t sure, but again, I didn’t care. I was sure I could turn him on once I got my clothes off.
My dress pooled at my feet. I took a deep breath and kicked it to the side of the bed. He licked his lips. Definitely not amused.
“I’m on the pill, you know,” I said. “I’d…” My face burned this time but not from the alcohol.
His gaze traveled up and down my body. “You want me to not use a condom?”
I nodded quickly. I don’t know why I was so embarrassed, given I’d already made passionate love to the man. “This time I want you inside me completely naked. I want to feel it when you…” I shrugged and trailed off.
He grinned at me. “I think I’ll like that too.”
The way Logan stared at me with pure desire in his dark eyes made my body tingle and my toes curl. My confidence fully returned, and I smiled at him.
Logan kicked off his shoes, undid his belt, and then dropped his own pants. His hard cock was already tenting his boxers. I nibbled my lip at the sight of his arousal, a slight shiver of warmth passing through me at the idea that I could do that to him.
That was the best part, that he made me feel wanted, desired. He made me feel like I was so special, he’d never cheat on me.
He didn’t have to choose me. He was a billionaire. He could have his pick of women, m
odels, actresses, music stars, but he wanted me. Even if our mothers had pushed us together, he chose to keep after me.
It was too bad we couldn’t have more than these final moments of bliss together.
I unfastened my bra, tossed it on the ground, and quickly stepped out of my panties. By the time I was finished, Logan was already undressed, his fit body on display. This time, I was the one licking my lips.
Several deep breaths followed. I wasn’t actually sure what I should do next. Kiss him again? Wait for him to kiss me?
I only had a few seconds to think about it before he pulled me onto the bed. Laughing, I landed flat on my back.
He hopped on the bed and straddled me, his careful gaze taking in every part of my naked form. I suddenly didn’t like the idea of my body exposed under the lights and tried to cover my breasts with my arms.
Logan pinned my arms to either side of my head and shook his own. “You’re beautiful. Don’t ever forget that. I never do.” He followed that by leaning over to plant a deep kiss on me. His chest brushed against my breasts, and I rubbed my already slick thighs together, eager for more.
Our tongues twined around each other as we explored our mouths for what felt like a wonderous forever. Finally, he pulled his mouth away from me. I glanced down my body at him, frowning.
“Where are you going?” I demanded.
“I have something else in mind,” he said, starting to back away down the length of my body. “Something much better than just kissing.”
I bit my lip and nodded once, my nipples already hard in anticipation of his tongue on them.
His mouth passed a breast, but he didn’t go after it. I blinked, surprised. Lower and lower, he traveled until he hovered just above my wet pussy. He grinned at me. I took a deep breath.
Logan lowered his mouth. His tongue lapped and probed into my folds, blasting spikes of pleasure down to my toes. I moaned. His tongue flicked up, running over my pink pearl. My toes curled, and my moan grew in volume.
“Oh, Logan,” I cried. “That feels so great.”
I closed my eyes to concentrate only on the feeling of his eager tongue entering me. That left me surprised when he pierced my center with a finger. A gasp was the only response I could manage. His tongue never left my clit, still sucking and teasing. The wonderful pressure built inside me now was already straining for release.
My insides twitched with each skillful swipe of his tongue. He added another finger, thrusting in and out of me. His tongue moved in perfect rhythm with his fingers, summoning a loud moan from me. Too much pleasure. Too much glorious pressure.
I cried out as my insides tightened around his fingers, and my orgasm blasted through me, leaving me shuddering and gasping.
I lay there for a few moments, twitching around Logan’s still pumping fingers as my senses returned. He lifted his head.
My eyes snapped open, and I looked down at Logan. He eyed me with hungry fire in his gaze.
He grabbed my waist and pulled. I rolled with his hands until I was on my stomach. He pulled my butt in the air, and I bit my lip at the way I was exposed to him, the cool air on my pussy, and the lingering pleasure of climax all but gone.
Logan sat up on his knees and rubbed his hard cock against my drenched pussy several times. My breath caught at the touch. He slid his head in, and then inched slowly inside.
Even though I’d already came, and he had two fingers inside of me before, his swollen member still pushed at my tight walls, stretching and rubbing as he filled me. A subdued moan escaped my lips.
Now fully seated in me, he pulled back and thrust forward once. A huge pulse shot through me from the deep thrust.
“I—” I managed to get out.
“Feels good?”
I bit my lip and nodded once.
Logan rocked back and forth several times, slowly at first, his cock invading my twitching pussy several times. He leaned over and grabbed my breasts, kneading them and teasing my rock-hard nipples. He grunted with each thrust, and my pants matched his thrusts.
He sped up. Each thrust brought a louder pant from me. Heat seeped from my center to the rest of my body, and it was hard to think about anything other than the handsome man entering me and fondling my breasts. Over and over again, he entered me.
My breathing turned ragged. The pressure in my center was incredible. I was going to climax again.
Logan shoved hard into me with each thrust. My moans and pants turned to yelps and near screams. His hands squeezed my breasts hard. Another thing that felt good at the moment but would probably feel sore in the morning. I didn’t care. I didn’t want him to stop until I came again.
Faster. Harder. My pants mixed with his grunts and the slap of flesh in the air. My hands fisted the blanket we were screwing over. I lowered my head.
Where had Logan been all my life? If sex was always like this, I’d probably not have bothered to get a job. I’d just lay in bed with him until I passed out from the exhaustion.
His hands left my breast and grabbed my hips. Now braced, he blasted in and out of me, each time pushing deep into me, each spark threatening to light my climax, his coarse hair brushing and rubbing against me with each thrust.
“Almost there,” Logan said through gritted teeth. “Just hold on. I want to cum with you.”
I managed a feeble nod, even though I could barely think with his cock entering me again and again. I wanted to cum with him, too, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to last myself.
“I…” I began again. Every attempt at a thought failed with him entering me. I couldn’t hold on.
My orgasm exploded through me, and I cried out. My walls tightened around Logan, and after a few more thrusts, he shouted his own release, releasing his seed into me. His cum coated my insides as my insides tightened and milked him.
I don’t know how long I laid there on top of the blanket, sweat coating my body, my breathing heavy. I realized that he’d pulled out and now lay beside me. He wrapped the blanket around us, trapping our warmth.
I rolled over and ran my hand along his chest. He shivered at my touch.
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“You’re welcome.” He gave me a warm smile.
“Not just for the sex,” I said, nuzzling his neck. “Though it was great.”
“What for then?”
“This whole trip. I needed to get away, needed a break, and this was the best break ever.”
Logan laughed. “You’re welcome again.” He winked. “Anytime you need a little break, I’d be happy to help out.” He waggled his eyebrows.
I laughed softly.
As he rubbed my back, I thought over what he’d just said. He’d laughed and played it off as a joke. Was that the truth? I was the one who kept insisting that what happened in Tokyo had to stay in Tokyo. I couldn’t be sure, but Logan seemed like he wanted more.
But I couldn’t handle more. I knew that, which was why I had told him what I’d told him. But it’d be hard to go back to what we were before when we returned home, especially after the wonderful sex we’d had and the fun times together.
My heart poked my brain, telling me I could have a future with Logan if I wanted, but I pushed the idea out of my head. A little fun on a quick vacation wasn’t anything more than that, and I would do well to remember that.
I needed to be realistic. I was just letting a few wonderful days and great sex cloud my good judgment. I had to remember I had a daughter to think about. Nothing wrong with a little fun in the meantime, but I shouldn’t read more into it.
Still, I realized I should get my fun in while I could.
I sat up and smiled down at Logan. “I’m ready for another round.”
“You’re insatiable, woman.”
I suck out my bottom lip. “Is that a no? I don’t care how sore I am. I need you again.”
He pulled me and planted a long kiss on me.
It was time to make another great memory.
Chapter
Twenty-two
LOGAN
Sunday night, on the final leg of our flight, Emily was gripping my hand so tightly, her knuckles turned white.
I couldn’t blame her, even if I wasn’t as concerned. The wind shear and turbulence had been terrible the final ten minutes. Lightning flashed in the distance. Our good day of travel had turned uncomfortable at the last stretch, but I figured if we could at least get on the ground, that would help her calm down.
The plane lurched as we hit another pocket of turbulence. I’d traveled enough to know that what felt like some epic drop was usually only a few feet and that it had no real effect on the control of the plane.
“It’ll be okay,” I said. “We’re almost there. Just a few more minutes.”
Emily nodded quickly, her lips pressed tightly together.
I glanced out the window. The pouring rain and dark clouds made it impossible to see anything. Maybe if Emily could have actually seen something, it would have made her feel better. I was confident in the skill of my pilot, but I figured telling her that wouldn’t do much to quell the visceral fear afflicting her. It’s not like she’d flown with the guy dozens of times.
The plane jerked, and Emily yelped. She managed to grip my hand even harder, which impressed me.
About thirty seconds later, I spotted flickering lights in the windows. We’d dropped below the clouds, but the heavy rainfall was still making it hard to see.
“Almost there,” I repeated.
I could spot the bright white lights on the edge of the runway now. I smiled at Emily. “Too bad we weren’t asleep for this part.”
She offered a pained chuckle. “Yeah, too bad.”
The plane lowered and then bounced as the landing gears made contact with the runway. A few seconds later, it hit the ground again. The deceleration kicked in, pushing us against our seats.
We both let out a long breath. I hadn’t even realized I was holding mine.