Marriage?
Neither one of us had so much as said the word love yet. Did that mean he wanted to marry me but didn't love me?
"Breathe, baby."
Right, I'd forgotten to and the failure only made the room spin faster. I sucked a lungful of oxygen in. His hand stroked up and down my back, the gesture and my dizziness provoking a sense of déjà vu. A little more than two months ago we had been sitting in the front room, my body shaking and my mind in shock while he tried to calm me.
"I love you, Lily." His other hand cupped my knee and gently tugged to widen the spread of my legs so he could guide my head between them, encouraging the blood to flow back to my numb brain. "I wanted to go slower, but you have to know where I'm headed. For your sake and Stevie's."
It hit me then. Not only was Logan asking me to be his wife, he wanted me to be a mother to his son. Tilting my head, I looked across his lap to where the jewelry box rested atop the bedspread.
"When did you get that?"
"The same morning Marie showed up."
I let my head sink a little closer to the floor. "When the two of you were out, I brought some laundry in here."
He rubbed my back, waiting for me to explain. Was I really about to suggest he slept with Mrs. Logan on the same morning he bought my engagement ring?
"Her suitcases were in here."
"I didn't know that until after you left. She slept in the guest room the whole time."
"A pair of her panties...under the bed..." My eyes snapped shut, my mouth, too.
He stopped rubbing. I opened my eyes and turned my head just enough to look at him.
"I didn't fuck her, if that's what you think."
"I know." I studied his face, not looking for a lie but anger at the accusation. "At least I do now—but I couldn't think straight that day."
I tried to sit up. A fuzzy gray void of nothing crept toward the center of my vision. Logan caught me as I started to fall to the side.
"Lie down, Lilliput." He moved me up the bed, taking the pillows from under my head and propping them under my feet. Resting on his side, he stroked my cheek. "You don't have to answer today or this week or this month."
He kissed my forehead, his other hand curling around the top of my head to caress my temple. He wiped a tear of mine, making me realize I had started crying again. "I just need to know there's a chance you'll say yes, love."
"It's only been a little while," I whispered, eyes closed while I tried to capture my thoughts.
"Only on the sex," Logan agreed. "A hell of a lot longer wanting you, plus five years of knowing you, seeing how funny and smart, caring and loving—"
He choked on the last word and stopped talking. His hands stopped moving and I felt the press of his head against the mattress. I knew he was done talking. He'd put himself out there, said he loved me, risked rejection and I had offered nothing in return.
Turning my head, I opened my eyes. His gaze lifted from my shoulders to my face.
"I love you, Logan." I wanted to turn onto my side, but another wave of dizziness washed over me.
Pressing gently against my shoulder, Logan pushed me onto my back and moved closer. He rested his arm across my chest, his lips against my cheeks. His thumb rubbed a soft line along my arm. "Just relax, love."
That sweet caress slowly extended to more of my body. Still refusing to let me turn or sit up, he drew my leg closer to him. When the skirt limited how wide he could spread my legs, he tugged it a little higher then draped his thigh across mine. His palm rested against the fabric of my panties as he kissed at my neck.
His hand slid beneath the underwear. "Lose the blouse, baby."
I undid the buttons, opening my top. He pulled the fabric of the bra back with his teeth then his mouth fastened around a nipple. I reached between us, my fingers searching for the hard bulge of his cock. I found it, thick and full. Logan groaned against my breast as I gave him an exploratory squeeze.
"I won't faint," I promised.
He pushed up onto his side, looked down at me and shook his head. Beneath my panties, his strong hands kneaded my plump labia. "Can't be too safe, baby."
He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, a sensual heat glazing his face. "And it makes me so hard to have you where I want you."
I gave another squeeze and sighed. Hard as steel and thick as a baseball bat from the feel of him.
He edged toward the end of the bed, his foot hitting the jewelry box. He caught it before it could fall. He stood, sorrow flashing across his face, and then he turned toward the dresser.
"Don't put it away, Logan."
His gaze caught mine through the mirror. A question filled his eyes.
Sitting up, I kicked the pillows onto the floor and scooted down the bed. My feet touched the carpet and I proceeded to put my clothes back in order, starting with my exposed breast. Buttons redone, if slightly askew, I smoothed my fingers through my hair then folded them in my lap.
Looking up at him, I repeated the words. "Don't put it away."
The slightest nod from Logan then he sank to his knees. Removing the ring, he put the box aside and took my hand. "Marry me, Lily. Have my children. Be a mother to my son. Don't hide from me or doubt how deeply I want and care for you. Love me like I will always love you."
Voice choking, he slid the ring onto my finger. My tears landed atop his hand. Leaning closer, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him. "Yes. To everything. Always."
Logan kissed me back, more thoroughly as the soft smile on his face turned hungry. He forced me onto my back. His fingers danced down the front of my blouse to quickly charm the buttons open. A slide of his hand underneath me and the bra came unsnapped. Dragging the straps along my arms, he exposed my breasts.
Burying his face between my breasts, Logan undid my skirt and stripped my clothes from my lower body. Back on his knees, he sank closer to the floor, his head nestled between my thighs.
Eyes closed, he feasted. His hands roamed my hips and thighs, gripping my flesh, tugging at it. His soft groans vibrated through me as he tongued and fingered me to my first climax. I blushed at how quickly he could make me come.
Standing, Logan stripped as I made my way further up the bed. Naked, he crawled on top of me, his head pointed at my feet and our torsos pressed together. His face burrowed once more against my pussy and I sucked half his cock into my mouth.
Sliding beneath me, his hands separated the globes of my ass. A finger teased my anus as he tenderly nursed at my clit. Moaning, I swallowed more of his cock, the angle of our bodies allowing me to take him deeper than ever before.
The sucking and fingering between my thighs grew more ragged as I brought him close to the edge of release with me. A phantom flame flickered along my skin, my body contorting from its heat and the need to taste Logan. I licked, sucked, stroked, scratched as he did the same. I started to vibrate, hips rolling, the moans as thick in my throat as Logan's cock.
He froze, his release shooting into my mouth as my hips crested upwards to ride his lips and tongue. We trembled together, another wave of my climax rolling through me, and then he collapsed to the side.
Licking my cream from his lips, his eyes drifted shut. I wiggled and shifted along the mattress until my head rested in the crook of his arm. Relentless, his hand returned to my cleft, leisurely working me to another mewling pitch while his erection returned.
"You're a machine," I teased as he pushed onto his side then covered me.
"Mmm. A pleasure machine," he agreed, spreading my thighs. "Just for you."
He worked his hand between us to grip his cock. "I'm taking you like this, love. Bare. I'm going to come inside you."
Trying not to cry anymore, I nodded. Tears aren't sexy. I wanted him in me, filling me, not drying me cheeks and trying to calm me all over again.
Logan pushed in, drove deep, his gaze never leaving mine. Biting the edge of his bottom lip, he stroked out. His brow lifted, lips parted and then he close
d his eyes. "The things your pussy does to me, Lily."
My body squeezed reflexively. I loved having his cock in me, loved the way he looked at me, his gaze burning with desire. Seeing him so open with his feelings now, I realized all the little signals I had missed over the last eight months. The nuances with his voice, the slight flare of his nostrils when our bodies came close, the almost imperceptible twitch of his chest or biceps when we actually brushed against one another.
Logan lowered his head and nuzzled my breasts. His hips ran circles between hard driving thrusts. I ran my hands over his back, my nails lightly scoring his flesh when his being inside me felt too good to control myself.
Finding my knees, he gripped them and forced my legs up and wider. Holding his torso away from mine, he looked between us. I could feel how wet I was and hear the sucking slurps of his heavy cock fucking in and out of me. My pussy suctioned him tighter. His head rolled back and his eyes followed the same path until all I could see was white.
He breathed through his mouth, his lips and brow mobile as he dug deeper and deeper inside me. His heavy puffs of air wrestled with my whimpering pleas. He kept driving, plowing into me, plundering thick and hard as my pussy contorted around him.
"Come with me." My arms strained down, my hands clasping his muscled ass cheeks. I scored the skin, unable to maintain my grip as he pounded harder. The fat head of his cock tugged and battered until my body breached the first gate of an unfolding climax.
"Come with me," I cried more roughly. I needed him to complete the promise, to fill me with his come. I wanted to feel its excess on my thighs when I stood, wanted to know that more of it remained inside me to bind our future together.
A curve whipped across my spine, contorted my torso. My mound slammed against him. The back of my head dug into the mattress. My pussy squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, unrelenting as another wave of pleasure ripped through me.
Logan kept pumping. His hands moved down to my hips to pin me to the mattress. His features randomly animated, he fucked harder, the sounds falling from his lips almost pained.
He seized, trembled once then exploded inside me. His fingers dented my fleshy hips. His cock jerked inside me again, his whole body clenching then relaxing with each spurt. Grasping at Logan's shaft, my pussy claimed another groan of surrender from him before he sank into me.
Logan kissed my breasts, his hands massaging my shoulders. Pulling from me, he moved down to kiss my stomach as his fingers smoothed across my nipples. Lower still, he nosed my clit then took the hood and pearl into his mouth, sucking as his fingers fucked the escaping cum back into my pussy.
"I love you, Lily." Burying his face against my mound, he wrapped an arm around each thigh and pressed them against the sides of his head. Breaking contact for a second, he looked up. "I want to taste you all night long."
And he did.
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SKIN DEEP by Dez Burke
Chapter One
The white-columned Antebellum mansion was gorgeous. Angela Neil had never seen anything so grand. She leaned forward from the plush passenger seat of the limo so she could better view the expanse of the grounds as the chauffeur rode around the circular drive. The one-hour ride finally ended; they had arrived.
The shrubs near the front entrance of the mansion were being trimmed by a handful of gardening staff. Two expensive-looking cars, one an SUV and the other a Porsche, were parked just off the side of the three-story home.
Angela took a deep breath and sat back against the warm leather.
What was she setting herself up for here? Her agent, Megan Shaw had been vague. Something about an interesting job that would require Angela’s acting skill. Angela had wanted names and details, but Megan had said the client preferred to maintain discretion and privacy until Angela had the chance to meet him in person.
Angela was intrigued. She didn’t get this kind of strange offer every day. To meet a rich guy at his fancy Nashville mansion to discuss a mysterious job proposal. Angela’s brow furrowed. If she didn’t trust Megan so much, she’d never have agreed to even go along with this encounter no matter how much he was willing to pay.
It didn’t help that she happened to be out of acting work at the moment. Not to mention being flat out broke with the bills piling up every day. It wasn’t that Angela succumbed to the age-old vice of living beyond her means. Instead every penny she made went toward her father’s assisted living facility. A good paying job would be very helpful toward paying down a few of her bills. Getting decent care for her father was the most important thing in the world to her and there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do to provide for it if she could.
That didn’t mean she was desperate though. When she’d pressed Megan for more information, Megan had stood firm. “All that’s required is a little bit of your time, Angela. You can be assured of your safety as I won’t put you up for something questionable. I’m quite sure you’ll be interested in what this potential client has to say. It won’t hurt for you to go listen to him. ”
“You’d better not be sending me to something fishy,” Angela had replied. If this was some eccentric moneybag trying to get her attention so he could proposition her, she’d strangle someone.
Angela couldn’t exactly call herself a starlet but she did have her share of crazy offers from rich men who believed that just because she was a struggling actress, she could be treated like a cheap lay. She’d received a few indecent proposals in the past and she wasn’t entertaining such rubbish if that was the case.
This time, Megan had sounded offended. “Just trust me, okay? I’ve always had your best interests at heart and this is no different. You don’t have to agree to anything at this point; just go to the interview. A driver will be sent to pick you up at three tomorrow. Be ready.”
Angela had sighed with frustration when she’d finally hung up. Megan wasn’t usually so mysterious. What was so special about this job and why the secrecy? How much had Megan been offered to get her to even be interested in something like this? A private meeting in the home of a stranger at an unknown location. Angela fought down a shiver. If anything happened to her, she’d never forgive that agent of hers.
Her vengeful thoughts made her lips tilt in a small smile, which faded as the limo finally came to a stop. She inhaled deeply, hesitating slightly when the chauffeur came round and held open the door for her. This was it. Whatever ‘this’ was. She was a big girl; she could face almost anything that came her way. And she’d been assured that if she didn’t like what she heard, she could leave. Surely she had nothing to lose?
Gathering her composure like a shawl around her, Angela stepped elegantly from the limousine.
****
Who the hell is that?
Shane looked out through the windows at the woman who emerged from the sleek black l
imo that stood parked in front of the house. She paused to take in her surroundings and this gave him the opportunity to view her unobserved for a few more moments.
Angela Neil was a slim, shapely woman with thick, flowing dark brown hair reaching past her shoulders in sophisticated waves. Angela could have easily been a model; she moved and looked like one though perhaps, packed a lot more curves than the acceptable size zero types. She wore a short white dress with bright pink shoes and carried a matching purse.
Needless to say, she was beautiful. Though definitely not what he’d expected when Linda, his assistant told him a woman was arriving shortly to interview for the position. He’d specifically asked Linda to request someone his usual type, blonde and stunning for the job. And here this woman was...not blonde, but definitely stunning.
As if suddenly aware of his scrutiny, the woman looked up quickly at his window. Shane resisted the urge to step back. The room he stood in was in complete darkness and he was well in shadow. She might see a semblance of form but she couldn’t be sure what it was, he knew. She looked down again and walked up the steps to the front of the house, disappearing from view.
Shane drew in a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding, and then deftly buttoned up his shirt.
Time to make Ms. Neil an offer she couldn’t possibly refuse.
****
Angela’s curiosity was aroused and she had no idea what to expect as she was led through the most extravagantly decorated home she’d ever seen. It was as big inside as she’d suspected; everything super-size from the front door to the foyer and then the long, spreading hallway. It was like being on a movie set, not that she’d know what that meant since she’d only been in one feature film, a very small one. But she had the general idea of what kind of home someone with a new truckload of cash would own. And this was the height of it.
Hiding her awed thoughts, she schooled her features and smiled calmly as the formally dressed, black-haired woman who’d shown her in finally held open a door and ushered her to enter.
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