by Claire Adams
I moaned out his name as he moved his mouth back up to cover mine. While we kissed, I pushed his shirt back off his strong shoulders and ran my hands over the muscles there, pressing my bare chest into his.
I couldn’t believe how bold I was. I was usually a shy and hesitant lover. But something about Logan set parts of me on fire I hadn’t even known existed.
I pressed and rubbed my hard nipples into his hard chest. I felt him go up on his knees and slide one of them up between my legs. I spread them open wider to let him rub against me again. He was taking his time, not rushing things, and I was losing my mind imagining how good he was going to feel once he was buried inside of me.
I had no idea who this woman I’d become underneath him was, but she was completely in control of every part of my brain and body, every fiber. I whispered his name and I think I said, “Please,” but I was out of my mind, so who knew?
I heard him groan as he pushed himself up off me and his hands went to his belt. I felt cold while I watched him unhook, unbutton, unzip, and push them down. He was standing in front of me in only a pair of black boxer briefs and the evidence of his desire I’d felt so clearly made my fingers itch with want. I reached for it, and as I slid my fingers across the hard bulge in the front of the soft cotton fabric, I watched him shudder. I was almost ashamed at the thrill that making him feel good sent through me.
His hands went to the waistband and as he hooked his fingers in it, I hooked my fingers in mine. I pushed my panties down as he pushed his underwear off, and I heard myself gasp as his erection was finally revealed. It was huge, smooth, and beautiful, and my mouth was watering.
I reached for it, and he took a step toward the bed and let me stroke it up and down a few times, but when I moved my lips toward it, he said, “Not this time; I want you too badly.”
He climbed up on the bed and kissed me again. I felt his stiff cock pressing into my thigh, and I reached for it again. He pulled away and slid down my body, stopping to kiss each one of my nipples and sent shivers through me once again.
When he reached the top of my pussy, I grabbed the sides of his face and tried to stop him. I’d had sex, but apparently with selfish men. I’d given more than one blow job in my life, but I’d never had a man return the favor.
I sucked in the deepest breath I’d ever taken as he dipped his face down between my legs and touched me with his tongue.
He licked me from one end of my slit to the other, from top to bottom, and he let his tongue drag across my hard clit that was so swollen it almost felt like it would burst. He did that a few times before at last taking it between his lips and sucking it into his mouth. He ran his tongue back and forth across it quickly; I wrapped my legs around him and tangled my fingers in his hair, pressing his face into me so hard that it was a miracle he could breathe.
I was panting out his name, and it wasn’t long before I felt the most incredible orgasm of my life, starting down in my toes and building until it exploded and I screamed. Logan licked until I finally calmed down and released my grip on his hair.
As soon as he pulled his gorgeous face up and looked at me, I felt my face go hot. I couldn’t believe how loud I’d gotten. He licked his lips and smiled the sexy smile that made me feel like I was the only woman in the world, and just that quickly, my embarrassment was forgotten.
As he moved up and positioned himself between my legs, he tantalized me even further with his fingers. I felt him rub my clit with his thumb and slide one of his thick fingers into my soaking wet tunnel. I was on the verge of another scream and although I’d probably be embarrassed later, at that point, I just didn’t care. “Logan, please.”
He grinned again and reached across me to the nightstand. His hand came back with a condom package, and I watched as he ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on.
I hated that I was slightly disappointed. He was being responsible. I knew his reputation and I was torn between appreciating him taking responsibility and the incredible desire to feel him, flesh to flesh, inside of me.
I forgot all that seconds later as he lined himself up with my opening and pressed the head of his throbbing cock inside of me. Every thought was forgotten. My own name was no longer even important. Nothing could ever feel as incredible as I felt when he moved forward and filled me up with his heat.
He moved slowly for a few seconds, giving me time to get used to his size. Once I was stretched comfortably around him, he began to move faster, plunging in and out of me. The look of ecstasy on his face was almost as sexy as the feeling of him inside of me. He was moaning and panting, and I was clawing at his back. I had my legs wrapped around his body, and his hands were everywhere as he slammed into me repeatedly.
I cried out his name as I felt another orgasm descending on me. I felt the muscles of his back tense up, and I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but his cock seemed to grow even thicker. He let out a loud groan just as I came for the second time and even through the condom, I could feel the rush and the heat of his orgasm.
I decided at that moment that even if yesterday was the last day of my internship, this was worth it. I could find another job…another career.
Logan rocked into me a few times before he collapsed down on top of me. He was heavy, but I didn’t care. I’d give up my last breath as quickly as I would my career for that feeling.
That thought both frightened and thrilled me at the same time. I was about to re-think it when Logan stopped gasping for breath and pulled his face up and looked at me with those sexy, blue eyes. Just that quickly, I was lost again.
He leaned down and kissed me softly before rolling off and taking off the condom. He leaned off the bed and tossed it into the waste can before sliding his arm underneath me to pull me up so my head was resting on his shoulder. God, he still felt incredible.
“Thank you, Chloe.”
I sputtered out a laugh. “Um, no, Logan, thank you. I’m sorry, I was so-”
He reached up with his other hand and covered my lips. “Please don’t say you’re sorry about anything that happened tonight. It was incredible, and I have no regrets.”
“Thank you. Me, either. But I should go and let you get some sleep.”
“Please, don’t go. Please stay.”
I thought about what Lilliana said again. He didn’t bring women home. They didn’t spend the night. She must have her facts wrong because surely this incredibly sexy man wasn’t going to change his ways for the likes of me. I knew that staying the night wasn’t a good idea, even as I said,
“Okay,” and snuggled deeper into his arms.
CHAPTER TWELVE
LOGAN
“I don’t think I can do this, Mel.”
I was sitting at my desk and staring out the window. The weather was rapidly changing and soon the city would be filled with snow and Christmas lights.
I loved Christmas. It’s the one time of year that I could forget the stressors of my everyday life and revel in the feelings that being with my family and just enjoying the wonders of the season brings. It’s the one time a year that instead of Logan Moreau, the CEO of a multi-national company, I felt like Logan Moreau, the kid who never stopped believing in Santa Claus. I had to wonder if duping this beautiful, warm, naïve young woman was going to cast a dark cloud over the season I adored.
“Okay,” I heard her let out a dramatic sigh. I had my back to her, but I could just imagine the look on her face. I heard her push her chair back and stand up. “Can I have the rest of the day off to look for another job?”
I let my chair swing around so that I could look at her. “I didn’t say I’d given up on my citizenship, just that I didn’t know if I could dupe this poor girl into marrying me. She’s so sweet and so trusting and-”
“You have feelings for her.”
“I barely know her, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have human feelings of compassion. How can I, in good conscience, get this young woman to fall in love with me and then break her heart?”
She raised
an eyebrow at me. “You do have feelings for her.”
“Stop that. Let’s drop this and get back to work.”
“Okay, but just so you know, next Thursday is Thanksgiving, and you only have about two weeks after that. You’ll be gone ten days before Christmas. You’ll be gone before your family gets together for Christmas Eve dinner.”
“You have a black heart, Mel.”
“No,” she said in a slightly softer tone, “I have a heart, but I just don’t let it override my good sense. You need to do the same. Chloe is your only chance to stay in the States, unless you want to marry one of those socialites who are constantly throwing themselves at you. I’m sure one of them would take you in a heartbeat.”
“And then to the cleaners when I divorced her.”
“Exactly. So once again, Chloe is your only choice.”
My head was throbbing, but I knew she was right. Hopefully, Chloe would forgive me.
I was not an asshole to women, but I also didn’t usually waste a lot of time wondering how they would handle it when I broke up with them. I always knew that I was going to. I never planned on getting married again. But I didn’t plan on staying married, either, and my feelings about hurting Chloe already put the feelings I had about hurting other women to shame.
I knew it was probably a red flag, and maybe that was what freaked me out even more than the morality of what I was planning to do.
“Work,” I told Mel. She smirked, but sat back down with her tablet, and we continued with what we’d been doing before my mind wandered away. We worked until almost noon without a break. Mel had piles of documents for me to read and sign and when my shoulders and neck felt so stiff that I could barely turn my head, I told her, “Let’s break for lunch. We can pick this back up later.”
“Sure; what time you want me back?”
“Let’s say two.”
She looked at her watch. “Okay. Do you want me to call over and invite Chloe to meet you down at the car?”
“Why would I want you to do that?”
“You have to keep striking while it’s fresh. She’s still floating on the afterglow of last night. By this evening, she’ll be second guessing her decision to sleep with you, and it might give her time to talk to her best friend or her mom or whoever she talks to.
“Women give bad advice. They might tell her she’s moving too fast. You don’t want that. Take her to lunch, shower her with attention, and make sure she thinks she did the right thing by warming your bed last night.”
“Why don’t you have a relationship, Mel?”
“Because of my black heart,” she replied with a wink. “I’ll see you at two. I’m calling Chloe on my way out.” She held her head high and marched out the door on her six-inch heels, shaking that round ass as she went. Life would be easier if she’d just consent to marrying me. With her black heart, I wouldn’t have to worry about her getting attached.
*****
Chloe and I had a nice lunch at a little café near Central Park. Afterwards, I held her hand while we took a stroll through the park. Her cheeks were filled with color, either from the weather or the attention I was giving her, and her eyes were filled with light. I realized as we walked that I enjoyed listening to her talk.
That was something else I hadn’t really experienced since Lisa. She and I had sat up to all hours when we were kids and even for a while after we got married, talking about everything – well, arguing mostly, but it was passionate and stimulating.
Since then, most of the conversations that I was forced to have with the women I dated bored me to tears. They were shallow and vain; either they wanted to go on all night about themselves, or they were overly interested in me and it came off as fake. I didn’t usually want to share my personal life with them, but I was finding it easy to do with Chloe.
“I love Christmastime,” she said. “I can’t wait for it to snow.”
“I love it, too,” I admitted.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“Of course.”
“I didn’t stop believing in Santa Claus until I was thirteen.”
I faked a shocked look and stopped walking. Letting go of her hand I said, “What are you trying to say about Santa Claus? Are you telling me he’s not real?”
She laughed and then tried to fake a serious look. “I would never.”
I laughed, too. “So, do you open presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas day?”
“We got to open one on Christmas Eve after we had a big family dinner and read The Night Before Christmas. Then, we’d put out a plate of Mom’s homemade cookies for Santa and open our present right before bed. We got to pick the one we opened, and my sister and I usually had the one we wanted picked out for days before.
“We went to bed and got up at dawn and waited until the animals were fed and Dad came back in for breakfast before we opened the rest. We would content ourselves with our stockings and whatever Santa brought us until then since Santa didn’t wrap his gifts. What about you?”
“Our traditions were a little different. My family is French, so every year on Christmas Eve, we have a huge feast. It’s called a Réveillon, and the party lasts well into the early hours of Christmas morning. We pause the celebration long enough to go to Midnight Mass and while we’re gone to church, Père Noel stops by the house and leaves our gifts under the tree.”
“That sounds like fun. What kind of food do you have at this feast?”
“Well, traditionally in my family, the big meal was a stew called ragoût aux pattes de cochons, but this stew was made from pigs’ feet and over the years it got harder and harder to convince the kids in the family to eat it.
“My mom changed it up a bit. She always made the stew because my dad didn’t feel like it was Christmas without it. But for us kids she made Tourtière.” Chloe smiled and said,
“Which is?”
“Meat pie.”
“Mm,” she said with a giggle. “What kind of meat?”
“If we had any venison that year, she would make it from that. If not, then she’d make it from pork or beef, either one. It’s delicious; you’ll have to try some this year.”
“I can’t wait,” she said with a genuine smile. I slid my arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. For a few minutes, we both lost ourselves in it. When I broke away, she had a sweet smile on her face until she opened her eyes and suddenly, her face was scarlet and she was staring at something over my shoulder.
I turned and saw that she was looking at two women. One of them was named Rebecca, and the other Trudy. They both worked for the company as analysts on the floor where Chloe was assigned. They were both staring at us with disapproving looks on their faces.
I smiled and waved. The two women suddenly looked as embarrassed as Chloe. They waved back and then hurried on. When I turned to look back at Chloe, she said, “I have a feeling they’ll be spreading rumors about us soon.”
“Do you care?” I asked her.
“Do you?”
“Not at all. What I do in my personal life is none of their business. It’s nobody’s business but mine. I hope you won’t let small-minded people dissuade you from being with me, Chloe. I like spending time with you.
“What this is… Whatever this is between us is just that – between us. It’s entirely separate from work, and I hope that no matter what these people who don’t have enough life of their own that they have to worry about what others are doing say, you won’t let it influence how you feel about spending time with me.”
“I can’t promise you it won’t bother me a little, but I do promise to try and ignore it.”
I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. “Good because I want to spend more time with you.”
“I want that, too.”
I kissed her again and felt her body melt into mine. As I held her there in the park with my face buried in her silky hair, I was hit by another incredible wave of conscience. Not only was I going to break her heart, but I’d be ruinin
g her reputation in the process. Jesus, maybe I am an asshole.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHLOE
I managed to avoid Lilliana for the few days after I spent the night with Logan, but Saturday morning as I was rushing to get ready for the trip out to Long Island and the birthday party, she caught up with me. I reached out of the shower for my towel and felt her place it in my hand. As I stood chastely behind the curtain and dried off so that I could wrap up in the towel, I said, “Lilliana?”
“Were you expecting someone else?”
“I wasn’t expecting you.”
She laughed. “Sorry, but you’ve been avoiding me.”
I wrapped the towel around me and pulled open the curtain. “I have not. We’ve both just been busy, in and out.”
She rolled her eyes. “You didn’t come home the other night. Do you owe me twenty bucks?”
I stepped out of the shower. The bathroom was really small. I was hoping she’d take the hint and step out. Instead, she just opened the door further and stood in the doorway.
“It was late after we finished with dinner, so I just stayed in Manhattan.” That wasn’t a lie, but I could tell by her face she wasn’t going to buy that I rented a hotel room or slept on Logan’s couch.
“So, how was he? Worth my twenty bucks?”
I sighed. Logan was worth twenty times a billion, but I still didn’t feel close enough to Lilliana to tell her that. “Lily, I really have to get ready to go.”
“You’re seeing him again today?”
“I have a birthday party to go to.”
“Whose?”
“The niece of a friend.”
“You don’t have any friends in the city.”
I sighed. “I’ve been here for a few weeks now. I could have made friends.”
“Logan Moreau is taking you to meet his family?” Her face held a shocked expression. I felt mine go hot.
I don’t know why I should be embarrassed to admit to this woman I barely know something that isn’t her business to begin with.
“I’m going to a family birthday party with him, yes. It’s not a big deal.”