“Will you stop manhandling me, and what was that back in there?” Hannah inwardly flinched at the breathy porn star impression of her usual voice.
Jeez, focus!
She might as well hang a big sign around her neck saying, “Fuck me”. While that idea definitely had merit, and the mere thought of a tangle in the sheets with her boss meant her knickers were in serious danger of giving up any pretense of disguising her arousal, she hated being this obvious.
And, hello, he’s your boss. This will not end well. Get a grip.
Logan stopped his forward movement, and she swallowed hard when his full attention settled on her. Even with her high heels on he still towered over her by a good head, and she had to crane her neck to meet his gaze when he stepped right into her personal space like some sort of avenging dark angel. The very air seemed to leave the room, and the world narrowed to just the two of them under his focus.
“I’d have thought that was obvious, little dove.” Lordy, the way he dropped his voice on those last two words and his gaze grew more intense … self-combustion seemed a real possibility right now.
From somewhere she found her backbone and her voice.
“If it was I wouldn’t be asking, would I, and I have a name. You might want to try using it, Logan.”
She hadn’t really meant to put quite such a flippant intonation on saying his name. His jaw tensed, and his eyes flashed in something akin to silent fury, which really shouldn’t make her heart beat faster, but did so nonetheless. Considering she knew firsthand the damage a man’s temper could do, she ought to be already running away from him. Instead she found herself unconsciously leaning toward him, seeking his presence and his protection, which should have been an oxymoron. She was an independent, successful woman, for goodness’ sakes, so why then did she have that insane urge to submit to him in all ways?
The horrifying thought that she might be more like her mother after all didn’t sit well with her, but she couldn’t think about that now.
Besides, if she chose to indulge in the horizontal shimmy with this man, it would be her choice. A world of difference from the fucked-up relationships her mother had indulged in at the expense of her children. Hannah only had herself to answer to, and she could and would do as she pleased. With that in mind she inhaled deeply and barely suppressed a groan. It should be illegal for any man to smell so damn good.
Logan held her pinned in place with his sheer presence for what felt like ages, but could have only been seconds, before he gave a short laugh. The action broke the tension between them, and softened the harsh angles of his jaw, which was already beginning to sport the first evidence of stubble. How much stubble would he have come morning, and how would it feel on the tender flesh of her inner thighs?
Hannah fought and lost the battle of holding back the immediate heat invading her face, and a dimple appeared in his cheek as a genuine smile transformed the man in front of her. He looked altogether more approachable and if possible even sexier.
“Now, I do wonder what you were just thinking to cause such a pretty blush, little dove. And for the record I call you that because you remind me of one.”
It was Hannah’s turn to laugh. Okay, that strange honk she managed to produce made her sound like a constipated goose, but really. He was so full of shite. She chose to ignore the way her heart stepped up into country dance and her hormones were shouting “yee-haa” to boot. This man was a player, she knew that, and this was no doubt one of the lines he spun women all the time. A darn good one, but a line nonetheless.
That eyebrow of his came up again—how did he do that to such devastating effect—and what’s more who knew so much could be said by that one move?
“Nothing, I was thinking nothing, other than spare me the lines. Besides, I’d have thought I’d be more of a round pigeon than a delicate little dove. Either way, those birds have sharp beaks, and I’d hate for you to have anything important pecked off.”
Logan froze, and she knew she was in trouble when he stepped back and let his black-eyed gaze slowly roam over her body. He stayed the longest at the girls, of course. Naturally, her nipples took that as an invitation to come out to play. Good grief almighty, they might as well get out little white flags, signaling their surrender. As for the rest of her erogenous zones … she was discovering a few she didn’t even know she had under his silent assessment.
When she couldn’t stand the silence anymore, she blurted out the next words.
“Cat got your tongue now? And stop staring at me as though you’ve never seen a woman before. It’s…”
Whatever she was going to say fled her mind because Logan brought his arm around her waist and pulled her flush into his body. On any other man that move would have earned him a dressing down. With him, however, pressed as close to every one of his hard muscles as it was possible to be while still fully clothed … well, what was she doing again?
“Enough, little girl. Know this, if you were mine you’d have just earned yourself one hell of a sore ass for talking to me like that.” He pulled back slightly and grinned at her far too telling gasp. “Bear that in mind when you come to see me later.”
With that he turned and walked away. Before her hormones had stopped sighing, he’d disappeared, and Hannah did the only thing she could do to save face among the curious glances she was attracting. She turned back to the ballroom. While he’d said she was off the clock, this was her baby, and she would see this through. She didn’t trust Monique as far she could throw her, and as the other woman was more than likely going to be fired come Monday morning, there was even more likelihood that she was going to do something else to sabotage the event.
Then again, after her brush off maybe Hannah would find herself out of a job. Even as she thought that she dismissed the idea. Logan had a reputation for being ruthless, but never unfair, and he didn’t usually get involved with someone at work. He didn’t get involved, period, had spelled his terms out for her most succinctly in fact, so why was she hesitating?
If he could turn her on this much by simply talking about sex, what would the real thing be like? Fun, he’d said, and she had no reason to disbelieve him. It hadn’t been said with any of the usual swagger men put behind such statements. No, he’d simply informed her as though he was telling her what the weather was like. As for his threat to spank her ass… Jeez, if she got any wetter she’d leave a stain on her dress, and she had her answer. No wonder she felt so drawn to him. The dratted man was a walking, talking, advert for every one of her sexual fantasies.
Hannah made a beeline for the ladies’ room to freshen up and compose herself, and the flushed woman who stared back at her in the mirror … was that really her? Good grief, if she got this worked up just by hearing him talk about the things he wanted to do to her, she would never survive an actual sexual encounter.
With a sigh, Hannah glanced at the key card she’d shoved in her clutch bag. He would appear to be staying in one of the river view suites. Of course, he was. While she’d booked many of Premiere Events’ rich clientele into such accommodations, she’d never stayed in one. Not that she would be staying now. This was, in effect, just a one-night stand. No strings attached sex with a man who set her pulse askew with just one glance. Would she even be debating this with herself were Logan not her boss?
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Logan shrugged out of his jacket, flung off his tie, and threw both items across the living area of his suite. It was tempting to send the tray of champagne, strawberries, and hors d'oeuvres the same way. How satisfying would it be to see the bottle smash against the wall, disfiguring the fine work of art on display there. That painting mocked him with its display of light and hope for the future depicted by the couple walking hand in hand towards the sunset. Who did shit like that in real life anyway? So-called love never lasted.
He poured himself a generous measure of Macallan 21-year-old, malt whisky, and stared out at the unparalleled view of London’s skyline this suite afforded, while he dow
ned the liquid in one go. The burn down his throat proved a welcome distraction from the dark mood Rosamunde’s phone call had placed him in. What did a man have to do to get decent help these days? References meant diddly squat it seemed, and while he was more than aware how difficult the situation at home was, he sure as fuck didn’t need constant reminders.
What he needed was curvy little Hannah under him, so that he could lose himself in her sighs and moans while he tortured her with pleasure. Thoughts like that were not helping his current state one iota. While his hard-on had considerably lessened during that fraught telephone call, just picturing Hannah in that sinful dress brought his cock back to full speed in record time. So not what he needed, especially as it was getting damn obvious that she wasn’t coming. The auctions ought to be finished by now, and even if she had gone back in the ballroom to oversee—and knowing her work ethic that was no doubt what she had done—she ought to have knocked on his door by now.
Face it, Logan, you’re losing your touch.
Logan scowled at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, while he rubbed his dick in an effort to get some relief. There was only one thing for it. With Hannah being a no show and his having no appetite to go cruising for anyone else to keep him company tonight—he wanted the curvy blonde, damn it—he’d have to take matters in his own hands. Logan turned the rainfall shower on, stripped off his clothes, and stepped into the walk-in enclosure. Making good use of the complimentary shower gel, he slicked his hands, grasped his rock-hard dick and pumped. Not enough, not by any means. Eyes closed against the hot spray, he fisted himself harder, faster, and bit back a grunt. In his mind’s eye, it was Hannah he saw, on her knees in front of him, her long blonde tresses darkening under the water, her dress appearing transparent as her lush lips wrapped around his shaft. Yeah, much better.
“That’s my girl, suck me good.” Logan grumbled the command out loud, and fantasy Hannah hollowed out her cheeks and sucked hard. Pleasure surged through him, hot, hard, immediate, and he grunted his approval as he splayed his fingers and alternated the pressure on his dick. It wasn’t his fingers he saw behind his closed lids, but Hannah’s. So real was his fantasy that he heard her soft gasps and moans as she fondled his balls, and worked the base of his shaft while her head bobbed up and down on his dick. With one hand braced against the tiled wall, he chased the orgasm that was fast building at the base of his spine, until the clang of metal forced his eyes open.
Through the haze of steam fogging up the enclosure a shadowy outline, looking remarkably like his fantasy, watched him. Logan groaned, slid the door open, and stared right into Hannah’s wide eyes.
Well, fuck.
“Should I leave you two alone?” Hannah pointedly looked from his cock—still enclosed in his fist—to his face and back again. The sassy comeback would have worked, were it not for the breathy quality of her voice and the flush which stained her pale skin. How long had she been standing there, watching him? It was beyond tempting to simply carry on, but now that she was here, he wouldn’t have to pretend anymore.
Hannah attempted to pick up the towel rail, which had fallen to the marble floor, and had no doubt been the noise which had alerted him to her presence. He smirked when she promptly dropped it again. The resounding clang echoed around the bathroom, and Hannah took several steps back until the wall stopped her.
“Damn it, I just … fuck.”
The softly delivered curse meant his cock, which had somewhat deflated at the interruption, surged back to life in his hand, and he turned off the shower with a grin. He didn’t bother to cover up—she’d seen it all already—and stalked toward her. Besides, he was rather enjoying the way she was eating him alive with her eyes. The wet footprints he was leaving behind would be dealt with by housekeeping.
“Has your mother not taught you to knock on doors, little dove?”
He slapped both hands on the wall next to her face, as he growled those words, and Hannah flinched. Something akin to regret, almost pain, flashed over her expressive face before she narrowed her eyes and did her best to glare up at him.
“I did knock.”
Logan smiled and raised an eyebrow.
“Really?” He dropped his voice on purpose to rattle her a bit more, and sure enough she rose to the bait.
“Yes, really, it’s hardly my fault you didn’t hear me because you were…” The most endearing blush stained her pale skin, as she seemed to struggle for the right words.
“Because I was what, little dove? Don’t be shy now, tell me what you’re thinking.”
Hannah made the cutest sound at the back of her throat, something between a growl and an exasperated huff, and rolled her eyes.
“Because you were too busy playing slap the donkey with your schlong.”
“Schlong?” Logan didn’t know whether to be amused or offended at having his cock referred to thus.
“Yes, what would you call that?”
She glanced down at said appendage and attempted to cross her arms. No doubt to hide her body’s far too obvious reaction to him. It made him even harder, eager to lose himself in her soft body and to finish with her what he’d started on his own in the shower. She accidentally grazed his cock with her arm in her attempt to hide her hard nipples from him. Like “come suck me” beacons they pushed against the satin of her gown, and made Logan’s mouth water with the need to taste them. How responsive would those little nubs be as he rolled them between his fingers, sucked them in his mouth, and bit down? Would she like that nip of pain, find it as much as a turn-on as he did, or would that be one step too far for sensible little Hannah? Not that she looked very sensible now with her dilated pupils, and the fine sheen of arousal coating her skin. Her heart beat an uneven staccato at the base of her throat, and a groan escaped her full lips when he ran his nose along that sensitive area and inhaled. Her sweet scent, made more potent by her arousal, called him to bite down, to mark her in the most primitive of ways, but he couldn’t and wouldn’t do that without her consent. To give into his darker desires was a two-edged sword, one he couldn’t allow himself to unleash, not now, perhaps not ever again. Certainly not with someone who worked for him, and with the hearing hanging over his head, he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize his success there. He owed Claudia that much.
Logan pushed those thoughts down with the same ruthlessness that had made him so successful in the corporate world. They had no business here, not with sweet little Hannah his for the taking and his being so revved up that innocent skin on skin graze of her arm on his cock was almost painful. Predictably, that part of his anatomy jerked. Giving into the demands of his body, he pulled back slightly, took her hand, and wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft.
Another one of those cock-hardening moans came from the woman he was holding a not so reluctant prisoner against his bathroom wall, and he tipped her chin up with his other hand to read her expression.
“I would call that my cock, and unless you really do want me to spank that delicious, round bottom of yours, I suggest you do something to help him out.”
Her digits tightened around his shaft, and Logan swallowed his grunt of pleasure.
“Like this, Sir?”
Her whispered question and the snarky intonation she put on that title made his dominant side roar. She couldn’t know what that did to him, and soon he was past the ability to think, because the feel of her little fist sliding up and down his hard dick, the little mewls she made as though this was a huge turn-on for her, too … fuck it, he was in real danger of shooting his load right there and then, and that just wouldn’t do. He wanted to come inside her tight little pussy the first time around, before he claimed every one of her other willing holes.
Logan fisted his hand in her hair and pulling her head back growled his instructions.
“Enough.”
He pulled Hannah’s hand off his dick and slanted his lips over hers. Her tiny yelp in response to his rough handling granted him access, and he pushed his tong
ue inside her mouth, while he angled her head just so. When her hands slid up his shoulders and she pushed herself against him, he lost what little restraint he had and kissed her in earnest. He tongue-fucked her, in a very good imitation of what he was aching to do with his cock, while he ground his hips into her soft belly, and, grasping a generous handful of her luscious ass, pulled her tighter into him.
Hannah did not disappoint in her response. She kissed him back with the same feverish desire that coursed through his veins. The need to fill his lungs with oxygen forced him to break the kiss, and, panting, he rested his forehead on hers.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom. I need to be in you, woman. Tell me you want that, too.”
He pulled away just enough to read her expression, and the sight of her kiss-swollen lips, her pale skin already marked by his emerging stubble was the hugest fucking turn-on so far. Still, he had to be sure she was on board with this, so he forced himself to wait for her response. When none was forthcoming, other than the sounds of her rapid breathing, he tugged her hair again, a little harder this time. Tears sprang into her azure eyes, but she also clung tighter and bit her lip.
“Don’t do that. It makes me want to bite you all over, right after I turned your backside raw for not answering me straightaway.”
If that was possible her eyes grew even wider. She whispered something that he couldn’t quite catch over the roaring of his own heartbeat in his ears.
“What was that? Speak up, little dove, or I shall take your silence as consent. After all, you did come and see me, and I warned you what would happen if you did.”
He pulled her plump bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. Hannah gasped and jerked, and he pulled back and licked that tiny drop of blood away. Her life’s essence exploded on his taste buds, made him hungry for more.
“Tell me you’re mine for tonight.”
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