I buck, needing relief before I come undone.
Only when his fingers glide down my body and drift between my thighs as he plunges two inside, do I feel the release burning me up from the inside out.
Mouth parted, eyes open wide, I let out a forced breath as his long fingers curve upward, and I moan as I watch him finger me.
In and out, his fingers tease my weeping core.
It’s sensual. It’s stimulating. It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen.
“You are fucking beautiful. Do you see what I’m seeing? Your face is flushed, your pussy is dripping. This is all I need right here. This body, your mind, your heart. Fuck.” His rough hand grips my hip, and my right ass cheek burns from the sharp sting he releases from his palm.
“You, Ellie Wynn, have taken up my entire heart, every bit of my soul. God, you drive me crazy with want. Crazy with need. I’m so glad you came back. So damn lucky. Now watch me make you come on my cock.”
“Oh, God,” I cry out when my orgasm hits me and curls my toes. It’s not me I’m watching, it’s the magnificent man at my back. The look on his face is sheer delight. It’s released of every bit of stress I’ve seen on him as of late.
“Going to take this ass again soon too.” He slaps my other cheek, and I jerk forward on his desk. My fingers are losing their grip over the edge in front of me.
“Give me your hands.”
He removes his fingers, and at his request, I let go, and he takes me by my wrists, secures his belt around them and growls.
A whimper escapes as I watch him slide his dick through my folds. My head kicks up, my breasts smash into the wood, legs nearly giving out when he impales me with a deep thrust and pounds into me over and over.
Unabashed.
I’m staring at the muscles in his ass contract with every hard thrust when he turns his head and lets out a loud groan as he watches himself flush to my back and fucks me.
His grunts and my moans fill the air, his body smacking mine as he drives deeper and harder.
Intense. The man is fucking me into a stupor.
His hips plunge. They drive, take control, and slam into me over and over. Sweat forms between my breasts, and I wish to God I had this dress off to release them so Logan could soothe the ache.
“You feel so good, Logan.” My voice comes out broken by the pounding from behind. Logan has never taken me this hard, this furious and in a position where I can’t touch him.
Leaning forward, he places his head against my cheek, winded, his chest heaving at my back as he continues to slam into me. “You are priceless. A dream come true.”
“So are you, Logan.”
It hits me then as he stills and I feel his warmth spill inside of me, that he tied my hands and my feet while fucking me from behind and not once did my fear of not being able to move enter my mind.
Chapter Sixteen
Logan
“I’m not going on another date with you if you don’t let me go. We both have work to do.”
Ellie lets loose a giggle as she slips off my lap and darts toward the door. Her ass covered in a pair of baggy cut-off sweats. Flip-flops on her feet, not an ounce of makeup. She looks sexy as fuck. All casual and laid back, hair a mess from my hands. Free-spirited. And here I am in a suit, body going rigid while waiting for someone with a twisted lifestyle to come knocking on my door.
I don’t know how she defines a date; this sure isn’t what I have in mind. Although, I could get used to her surprising me and making me feel like a king. This woman had single-handedly made me feel like one. Washing away my insecurities in a short period of time.
I was worth it — worth everything she gave me.
“You deserve to go on a real date.” The irritation in my tone comes out rougher than I expected. She hesitates briefly with her hand on the doorknob before swinging around and aiming a frustrated expression my way to where it pins me to my chair at my desk.
Shit. Wrong thing to say.
“To you, a definition of a date is an expensive dinner, maybe going to a dance club afterward and then what? Sex? A date doesn’t always have to be going out, Logan. It can mean several things. Like your girlfriend showing up on a Saturday afternoon with an early dinner that she made herself. Staying home and watching movies. I love you, but I’m getting tired of you telling me what I deserve. I understand you have a lot on your plate, and you want to take me out and spoil me. I appreciate it more than you know. That isn’t what I want, and it isn’t what I deserve.”
Disappointment dances across her face, making me feel like an ungrateful jackass instead of a king.
A peasant is more like it.
I’d been sitting in my office with a pile of applications in front of me when Ellie unexpectedly showed with a basket full of food she prepared. Beef fajitas, chips, salsa, and the best guacamole I’ve ever tasted. The perfect distraction to a morning full of interviews and not one I’ve felt comfortable enough to fill Maggie’s traitorous shoes.
The last two interviews nearly had me going out of my mind listening to them drone on about the perks of being our secretary more than the actual duties of the job. The only perk they have is not paying a membership fee and insurance. Otherwise, the same rules apply. The one before them came onto me before I had the chance to ask the first question.
I needed a secretary weeks ago. Lane’s has been helping as much as she can, it’s appreciated, it’s just not enough. I have papers that need to be filed. Contracts that need to be drawn up, monthly invoices sent out, plus a shit ton of other things that I don’t have time to do.
If it weren’t for Eric stepping up and taking over by doing inventory, I’d have lost my shit by now.
My eyes drift past Ellie to the door wishing like hell the next person would be the woman or man I’m looking for and take this load off my chest. I’m wearing myself thin, and it’s building inside to the point I’m about to lose control. I’m ready to untwist the last thread of this goddamn place that’s dangling like a noose around my neck and come undone.
“You didn’t just throw up my past in my face with that sex comment? Think I told you I rarely dated? I know what a damn date is, Ellie, and I appreciate what you did, it’s just…”
The second I released that first sentence, I regretted it. Especially now as she stands there quivering those lips my mouth were devouring in between her feeding me while sitting atop my desk.
Ellie needs to get out of here before we end up fighting over something as mundane as a date.
She puts up a hand to stop me from getting out of my chair. Tears are gathering in her eyes. She fights them back. I know they’ll fall the minute she’s out of this building.
“That’s not what I meant. I don’t care if you’ve gone on a million dates or none. There isn’t a ‘just’ here with me and you, Logan. I told you I’m not like the women you are used to. I don’t care what we do as long as we’re together. Get it through your thick skull, damn it. I have to get to the store. I’ll talk to you later.” Her delicate throat bobs, hurt shining in those eyes that were vibrant mere minutes ago.
“Ellie wait, damn it. I’m sorry.” The thought of her leaving this way, hurt, emotional, feeling unappreciated is cutting me wide open.
“No, I have to go. I told Gabe I’d be ready in an hour. It’s been longer.”
Every cell in my body tenses as she spins around, flings open the door and slams it shut.
“Motherfucker.” Both my hands fly to my temples, and I rub, fighting the headache that’s coming on as quickly as our disagreement.
“Fuck!” I roar.
Nausea churns through my guts, I should go after her and beg for forgiveness, but when my phone vibrates on my desk and I glance down to see Rocco’s name lighting up my screen, it holds me back. That, plus it’s probably best she gets out of here before we open.
“If anyone deserves anything right now, it’s you, asshole. Someone needs to kick your stupid ass,” I mumble to myself. At least I know
there isn’t anyone else in the building except the stock crew and me. With the way my day is going, Ellie will stumble across one of the girls carrying a box full of condoms down the hall or a handful of sheets to change the bed.
Jesus Christ. That’s all I need to hurt and piss her off more.
“You want to tell me why I’m here interviewing secretaries when it should be you?” Rocco is the distraction I need not to high-tail my ass out of here and chase after Ellie.
Unlike me, Rocco hasn’t been taking a break from the brewing storm. Still, I know he hasn’t found out a thing. The same as Lazaro came up empty-handed with his New York mafia connections. They all have men in prison for life; not one of them have someone in federal prison willing to risk taking a man out. Can’t say I blame them.
What they do have are hitmen willing to blow Shadow’s head off the minute he’s far enough away from the prison. Doesn’t do me a bit of good when Gabe or I have no problem doing the same.
I’ve done a lot of thinking these past few weeks, and I’m so tired of trying to figure out what the hell Shadow is up too that the lining around my skull is thinning. It’s ready to blow with keeping so much in and working overtime to let even more out. I’m ready to explode, and afraid Shadow will do some significant damage to Ellie if we don’t get this situation under control before he’s released.
My hands curl into fists, wanting to take my irritation out on someone’s face. If only the son of a bitch I wanted to pummel to death were standing in front of me. I’d kill Shadow with my bare hands and love every bloodthirsty second of tearing his flesh off his bones.
“Right, asshole. First thing I’m doing when I come down there is meeting this dark-haired beauty of yours. You’ve kept her to yourself long enough. Afraid she’ll dump your ass if she meets me?” The idiot laughs, causing me to do the same.
“You wish, motherfucker. You want to meet Ellie then get your ass down here. Bring your secretary with you so I can persuade her to work for me until you take over.” Rocco has a damn good secretary. She’s married with a couple of college-aged kids. Has no desire to interact in club business outside of doing her job. She’s loyal and sincere.
“That would be a no on the secretary. Mine is irreplaceable. Far as meeting Ellie, I’ll meet her soon enough.”
“You’ll like her, Rocco. She’s tough, sweet, and she cares. It’s genuine, not sugarcoated with bullshit and lies.”
Right now she’s upset with me. Has every right to be.
Comfort strums through my chest. I’m looking forward to the day where happiness can bleed free. To wake up, go to work and do something meaningful with the rest of my life. Something that makes Ellie proud. A man that if I’m blessed with having kids, they’ll look up to.
“I know I will, Logan. In the meantime, I got nothing on Shadow, brother. What I do have is someone I trust to run the business so you don’t have to be there at night. He’ll be running the place once I take over, may as well let him start now. You do know that’s what a manager is for, right? The owner trusts the managers so the owner doesn’t have to be there day and night. Thought I’d drop that bit of information in your lap, you know, in case you want to use it in the future. I’m opening a door for you, Logan. Walk through it and don’t look back. Life’s too short. Trust me to do you right until we sort everything out.”
I bark out another laugh — this one filled with humor that hits my ears. I haven’t laughed over shit that really isn’t funny in years. Because honestly, there wasn’t a damn thing hilarious with anything Rocco just said. It was the truth that sobered me up.
I was married to a woman I hated and married to a job I thought I loved. Didn’t quite know how to decipher that notion. To fully grasp onto the true meaning of love, when, for years, all I loved was revenge and money.
“Pretty confident Seth will say yes, eh?” More assurance than Rocco has is the fact me and my brothers aren’t far off from ridding ourselves of a business that for years has been more of a burden than anything else. Seth will say yes, that I’m positive of. He has no choice. I won’t let him near this place anymore than I want Lane.
“I ooze that shit, my friend.”
“Sure, you do. Speaking of managers, mine can take care of the club just fine. It’s the women I want staying away from Ellie they can’t control. With me being here, it keeps them away.” Even though I enjoyed every second of Ellie surprising me the other night, not one woman has approached me since and that alone sends up red flags that the pot is about to be stirred.
I know how these women work and to be honest, I’m surprised they didn’t approach Ellie the second they learned about her. Not that she can’t handle them if they did. She can; I’ve no doubt. The thing is, after what happened with Rocco and his woman years ago, I don’t trust the crazies to not try and hurt her in the physical sense.
And the idea of anyone hurting her has death sitting on the edge of my tongue.
“I hear you, but I ain’t listening. My guy will be there tomorrow night. His name is Leon. Has a wife, couple of young kids and they aren’t swingers. Pretty sure you met him a time or two. He’s solid. He’s been helping me out here for years. He knows what he’s doing, Logan. Take some goddamn time off. Take Ellie to the spot you been itching to take her. Fuck that place and get gone. The hell was the last time you did something for you anyway,” he responds, voice all tucked around anger. The guy is more than likely remembering his nightmare again.
He’s right, though. I haven’t taken time off and went on vacation the entire time I’ve been working.
I can picture the look on Ellie’s face if I took her to the place I told her about. Can see me staring down at the girl of my dreams while she gets a piece of her happy. The shock and the good memories that would run through her mind. Ellie would be free, and that’s all I’ve wanted for her.
If only we could be that lucky to escape the pending storm and be free from it all.
“Ellie can’t leave right now. It’s the store’s busy season. Listen, I have to go. It’s looking more and more like I might have to take Shadow out as originally planned. Send your guy down; I’ll work the office during the day.”
I have no idea how I’ll take Shadow out. I will though if it’s the last damn thing I do.
“I think you should leave-taking Shadow out to Gabe. Don’t go playing superhero and risk getting caught. Shadow suspects you’ll be coming for him, you made sure of it when you went to visit him last. Not saying that was a mistake, it wasn’t. It has him simmering in his pile of shit. The thing is, he knows you as well as you know him, Logan. If he’s working with someone on the inside, he’ll be guarded like Fort Knox when he gets out. Gabe can shoot him between the eyes with twenty men surrounding him. The man is a professional, Logan.”
A hero I’m not. A desperate man to kill Shadow myself, I am.
“I know Gabe is capable, but I’m not listening.” I toss his remark from minutes ago back in his face and go to hang up just as he begins to swear like a sailor.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wait a second. Something you said a bit ago just now struck me. Goddamn it, why didn’t I think of this when you came here a while back worried about the women in the club telling Ellie about Whitney. It’s a theory, but it’s sinking into my bones. It’s obvious Shadow has someone covering his ass in prison. What if the person who’s making it possible is someone from the outside? Someone who wants revenge on Ellie for taking you out of the club scene? Someone like a woman with enough money to pay off a warden, a guard, or anyone they need on their side?”
I blink, trying to process what he said. To see through the foggy mist that was right in front of me all along.
Fury. It vaporizes the haze.
“Shit. I had my regulars, but it could be anyone, Rocco.” I have enemies as well. Most I haven’t seen in years. Don’t mean they haven’t been sitting in the background waiting to strike me down and what better way to do it then go after the woman I love. I know all too well ho
w it works. You wait, digging through the rubble until you find a person’s weakness. Once found, you wait until the moment is right, then you shoot the enemy down. Leave them behind the line with no way out.
I should have seen this coming. Shouldn’t have been so hung up on Ellie finding out my secret that I was blind to the fact someone else wanted revenge?
Who though? Who would be that messed up in the head that they’d dig up information about Ellie and find out what Shadow did? It has to be someone Whitney confided in. Some sneaky friendship she had behind my back.
Son of a bitch.
“You need to announce you’re selling as soon as you can. That’ll piss whoever it is off, and they’ll come out. We want them angry; it’s the only way to catch them. Make Ellie aware. She needs to watch her back closely. For the time being, I’ll have Leon stay here. That means you put your manager to work and stay the hell out of there, Logan. Gather up Lane and Gabe; I’m on my way, we’ll figure out who this is in no time, and I’ll take them out.”
Adrenaline flows, soaking into my muscles that stretch and threaten to burst.
I end the call. With shaky fingers, nerves ready to explode, I pull up both Lane and Gabe and shoot them a text asking them to meet me at Ellie’s. Fire and ice meeting each other in my veins. Producing steam that burns like a motherfucker.
I try calling Ellie, and when it goes to voicemail, I plan on leaving her a message, but a light rap on my door stops me.
My interview. I’m in no mood for it. I need to get out of here and get to Ellie. I don’t trust anyone keeping her safe but me or Gabe anymore, especially when women walk in and out of her store. At least Gabe is the one keeping an eye on her until I get to her.
Standing, I check for a response from Gabe or Lane. When there’s nothing, I slip my phone in my suit pocket where it hangs on the back of my chair and make my way toward my next interview with the intent of letting them know I need to reschedule. Flipping open the door, I glare at one of the last people I’d hire to work alongside me.
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