“Pull yourself together,” she whispered. “Are you drunk already?” I shook my head. I really wasn’t. I was just annoyed with all of the men in my life right now. “Okay, well, put on a happy face. Joe is going to walk through that door at any minute.” I pasted an obnoxious smile on my face and readied myself for the big moment.
Joe walked through the door two minutes later, and everyone jumped up and yelled, “Surprise!” He jumped about a mile, then broke out into raucous laughter, grabbing anyone within hugging distance. When he got to me and Hannah, he pulled us both in and I buried my face in his chest. I really was going to miss Joe.
Joe kissed Hannah on the head first, then me, then pulled away. “Ah, go have fun girls. Don’t make me look less manly by crying.” I patted him on the shoulder and went back to the bar, Hannah trailing along behind me. I poured myself a double vodka and soda and topped it off with a lime, and Hannah laid out two shots of whiskey for us. I looked back and forth between the shots and my drink, suddenly grateful for the large bowl of pasta I’d eaten for dinner that night. I downed the shot of whiskey after clinking glasses with Hannah, then slammed the shot glass down.
“So you’ve been hounding me about Logan,” I said, looking at Hannah. “It’s my turn to hound you about Dylan.” I waggled my eyebrows at her. “You tapped that yet?”
“No, we’re just friends,” Dylan said, looking up at me from where he had just sat on the other side of Hannah. My face blanched and I buried it in my hands in embarrassment. Hannah howled with laughter and I grabbed my drink and slinked away. I looked at them over my shoulder as I walked away. They were still laughing together while they chatted. I bumped into someone as I looked back, and splashed my drink on his shoes.
“Oof,” I said. “Sorry about that.” I looked up into Eric’s annoyed eyes. “Eric.”
“Jamie,” he said icily, looking pointedly down at his shoes. “Thanks for that.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Let me clean that for you, I can go get a rag.”
“No, don’t bother. I was just leaving anyway. I wanted to say goodbye to Joe, but I don’t want to stick around.”
“Eric,” I said, reaching for his wrist. “Can we talk? I need to explain some stuff to you.”
He recoiled, snatching his arm away before I could grab it. “No, that won’t be necessary. You and I have nothing to talk about.” With that, he turned on his heel and exited the bar. I sat at the nearest high top table and cradled my head in my arms. Nothing was going right for me this evening. I just wanted to apologize to Eric. I didn’t need him to befriend me again- though that would be nice. I just needed him to know that I know what I did wasn’t right, but that I’d felt I had no choice in the moment because my dick ex-boyfriend was awful.
“Hey,” Logan sat next to me and rubbed my arm.
I lifted my head. “Hey. Here to growl at me some more?”
His lips were downturned as he shook his head. “Here to talk if you need it. You look stressed.”
“Wow, thanks. That’s just what I had in mind when I got ready this evening- try to look extra stressed!”
“Jamie, I was just trying to be helpful. You don’t have to bite my head off.”
I sighed. I was being a bitch, and I knew it. It wasn’t a good feeling, but I couldn't stop myself. “Well, stop trying to be so helpful. You’ll send me mixed messages and blur lines.” I didn’t want to be near Logan anymore, and I stood up. “I’m gonna go dance with someone.” Logan stayed seated, staring into his drink. I rolled my eyes. I was here to have a good time, dammit, and so far, everything about tonight was kind of bumming me out.
I walked up behind Bear, grabbed him by the arms and said, “Dance with me.” He bowed and twirled me.
“As you wish,” he said with a wink, and led me onto the dance floor. We danced together to “Talking Body” by Tove Lo. It’s a pretty sexy, upbeat song, and we danced energetically. I was surprisingly coordinated tonight. Maybe the liquor was having an opposite effect on me and making me more coordinated than when I’m sober. Bear grabbed my hips and I raised my hands, letting him guide my movements. Bear was an amazing dancer, and I let him take the lead throughout the whole dance. We danced through two more songs and worked up quite a sweat. We left the dance floor to go grab some drinks and waters.
Logan was behind the bar when I got there, and he looked at me impassively. “Having fun?”
I nodded, chugging water.
“Good,” he said. “You looked gorgeous out there.”
I looked up quickly, not sure I’d heard right.
“Thanks, I guess.” I turned to leave, but he grabbed my hip gently, turning me back to him.
“Jamie,” he said, his blue eyes burning into mine. “Dance with me.” I held his gaze, then slowly nodded.
“Let’s go,” I said hoarsely, grabbing his hand in my own and leading him onto the dance floor. We got there and the fast-paced rock song that was playing ended, leading into a slow country song. Logan pulled me into him. I tried to keep a little room for Jesus, but Logan tugged me tighter and started swaying to the music, holding tight to my hips.
“So, you going to go through all the employees and dance with them tonight?” I asked, trying for levity. Logan looked down at me seriously and shook his head.
“Just you. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you when you were dancing and I knew I couldn’t let this night end without touching you,” he whispered, leaning down so only I could hear him. His words made me shiver, but I didn’t respond. I knew where this was leading, and I was tired of playing games with him. Either he wanted me or he didn’t. I didn’t let myself flirt back.
“How’s Rocket doing?” I asked. Safe enough question.
Logan looked down, his mouth quirked to the side. “Rocket misses Luke.” My breath caught in my throat, and I had to look away. “I miss Luke too, I think.” Logan’s hand slid from my hip, coming to rest firmly on my bare lower back, his fingers centimeters from the lace of the black thong I’d worn tonight. I pulled away, looking at him sternly.
“Listen, Logan, I don’t know why you chose tonight to throw some heavy smolder my way and put the moves on me, but I’m not having it. We’re just coworkers per your own mandate. Remember?” I said. This man truly exasperates me.
He leaned in closer, his breath kissing my ear. “Right now, dancing with you while you’re wearing that dress, I can’t think of a single reason I shouldn’t be kissing you right now.” My knees weakened and my panties dampened, and I found that I also didn’t know why my tongue wasn’t already shoved down Logan’s throat.
I dropped my head to the side, resting my cheek on Logan’s chest. “I mean, we’re in a pretty public area right now and only like ten people are dancing. I think it would raise a lot of questions if we just started necking on the dance floor.”
He appeared to contemplate this. “You’re right, that is a good point.”
“You know, I think I may have left some important personal items in the office on Monday. Maybe you could unlock the office for me so I could retrieve them?” I asked, raising my shoulders.
Logan grabbed me by the hand immediately. “I do try my best to be helpful,” he said, tugging me urgently towards the back office. We weaved through crowds of people, none of whom noticed us going off together. We got to the locked door of office and Logan fumbled with the keys, finally opening the door and pushing through.
I followed Logan into the office, and he turned around, reaching over me and locking the door. He grabbed me and pushed me up against the door, grabbing my leg and pulling it over his hip. I gasped at the sudden contact of his fully hard erection on my soaked-through panties. He cradled my face, looking into my eyes. I nodded slightly, and he kissed me roughly, hungrily. I rolled my hips into his, grinding, reveling in the sensations running through me. Logan moved his hands down from my face to my collarbone, his mouth following close behind. He grabbed a handful of my breasts and kneaded them, then grabbed my other leg and li
fted it so my feet were off the ground and I was straddling him against the door. He ground into me harder, then slid down one off the straps on my dress so that my right breast popped free. He groaned at the sight.
“No bra,” he said roughly. “You were driving me fucking crazy wondering tonight. Absolutely fucking crazy. I could worship your perfect tits all night and come just from that.”
I pulled his head down to my breasts so he could put his money where his mouth was. Logan sucked my right nipple, rolling the little nub between his teeth until I was sobbing for release. He then moved to the left one while his hand moved lower and lower.
I grabbed his wrist and stopped him, panting, “Logan, stop, stop.” He let go of me immediately, his mouth agape and his eyes wild with lust. He set me back on the floor.
“What? What is it? Too much?” he asked, looking me up and down. I tugged my straps back up and pulled him down for another long, deep kiss.
“No, not too much. I just don’t want to get fucked up against the office door while everyone I have ever known could just come in at any minute,” I explained. Logan nodded.
“Okay. I understand,” he said, letting out a ragged breath. “Okay, we can go back to the party.”
I shook my head. “No, you’re misunderstanding me.” I moved back into him, grabbing him by the hips and looking up directly into his eyes. “Take me home. I want to get fucked up against a door where nobody can come in at any minute.”
Logan grinned and grabbed me by the hand. “Yes, ma’am.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Logan and I walked back to my apartment hand-in-hand, unable to stop ourselves from pulling each other in for kisses every other minute. We got to the front door of my apartment and Logan pushed me up against it, nibbling at my earlobe and groping at my hips. I pushed him off with a giggle and unlocked the front door, quickly going inside with Logan following close behind. I turned around, locked the door, and was right back in Logan’s arms, being kissed deeply up against my front door.
Logan palmed a handful of my long hair, pulling my head back so he could get deeper access to my mouth. I moaned into his mouth and cupped him. There was zero doubt about how much he wanted me right now. Logan lifted me up by my waist, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, never breaking our kiss. He carried me down the hallway and kicked open my bedroom door, then kicked it back shut once we were in the room. He stood at the edge of my bed and gently lowered me onto my back. He joined me a second later and braced himself next to me on one elbow.
Logan looked down at me tenderly, stroking my arm with a fingertip. “You sure about this?” he whispered, anxiety shining in his blue eyes. In response, I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss, my tongue sparring with his. He reached up behind him and tugged his shirt off from the back of his neck, revealing the span of his finely muscled chest and that delicious tattoo on his arm. I grew wetter and more impatient. I tugged at my dress, tearing it. I threw it to the side of the bed and shrugged. I had a million others.
I was now laid bare before him, just my black lacy thong keeping me from being fully naked. Logan stood up and pulled off his pants, balancing on one leg first, then the other. He pulled his boxer briefs off and his erection sprung free, looking painfully hard.
“Wow, good for you,” I said, impressed. He laughed and rolled his eyes. “Or should I say good for me?”
“I’d definitely say good for you,” Logan said, nipping at my thigh.
My eyes narrowed, and I murmured, “Cocky bastard.” Logan only nodded and moved his head further up my thigh. He eyed my tiny black panties, and with one motion, ripped them off of me, eliciting a laugh. My laughter died in my throat as he slowly licked me from the bottom of my slit, stopping just short of the tiny nub at the top. He licked up, down, and around, but never quite going there. He was driving me crazy. I ran my fingers through his hair, arching my back. He put one arm under the small of my back, keeping me firmly in place while he ground his face into my mound. The stubble from his beard tickled my thighs, causing new and interesting sensations to rocket through me.
“Fuck, Logan. I’m close. Don’t stop, keep going,” I whimpered, one hand clutching the pillow and the other his hair. Logan doubled down on his efforts, going right for the clit and plunging two fingers into me, pumping fast. I came hard, my back arching off the bed and grinding my hips hard into Logan’s mouth. He didn’t stop, even when I was so sensitive I saw stars. I had had enough, and I pulled him up by the shoulders roughly, kissing him deeply. I tasted myself on his lips and it drove me wild.
Logan pulled back from the kiss, looking down at me through heavily lidded eyes. “Condom?” he asked, placing a kiss at the top of my breast. I nodded, pointing at the bedside table.
“Top drawer,” I said. Logan fumbled around, finally finding the little foil packet and tearing it open.
Logan covered himself quickly and positioned himself over me. He grabbed me under my butt again, and poised himself at my entrance, sucking on my lower lip. With one deep breath, he plunged into me quickly and moaned, closing his eyes. “Fuckkk. You feel so good, baby.” I clenched around him, pulling him deeper into me. His head fell against my shoulder, and I flipped him over so that I was on top.
Logan grabbed my hips and pulled me deeper on top of him until I was filled completely. I threw my head back, soaking in the sensations rocketing through me. He pulled my hips back and forth, guiding me as I rode him hard. I felt my second orgasm building up in me already, and I tried not to come, wanting this to last forever.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Logan, said, reaching his hands up to massage my breasts. I fell apart, seeing stars briefly as I rode out my second orgasm with abandon. He came seconds later with a loud grunt and a jerking of his hips, then pulled me down to him for a long kiss. I collapsed on top of him, spent, and he wrapped his arms around me. I laid there for a long while like this, sprawled across him, wrapped in his warmth, until I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Logan shifted me to the side, getting up to throw out the condom and clean himself up. He got back into bed quickly, then snuggled me from behind, spooning me. I fell asleep soundly with his arm around my waist and his head nestled in my shoulder.
****
I woke the next morning to the sound of little yips outside the closed bedroom door. I grumbled and pushed my face further into the pillow, then reached behind me for Logan. My hand hit the air and I turned around. Logan was gone.
I tamped down disappointment. Of course Logan was gone. That was his M.O.- leave after we get intimate. I pulled myself out of bed, padding to the bedroom door and pulling it open. The smell of coffee wafted towards me, along with the sound of the kitchen range fan going. I walked to the kitchen and Logan was standing with his back to me, cooking at the stove. I felt a balloon of happiness rising in me and I felt slightly guilty for assuming he’d left. I smiled, seating myself at a bar stool at the kitchen counter. “What’s for breakfast?”
Logan turned around, holding a pan. “I’m making pancakes and eggs.” Logan was even more gorgeous in the morning, if that were possible. His hair was mussed and he still had sleep in his eyes. It was adorable.
He leaned over the counter and caught my lips, kissing me long and deep. “Good morning,” he murmured, smiling against my mouth.
“Good morning,” I answered, butterflies going haywire in my belly. My stomach growled. Okay, maybe it wasn’t just butterflies. I hopped off the stool and peered over at the stove, looking into at the pan. “Looks good. I’m starving.”
“Oh, did you work up an appetite last night? I wonder how you did that,” Logan said, circling my waist with his arms. He kissed the nape of my neck, nibbling slightly. I turned in his arms and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. Logan picked me up and placed me on the kitchen counter, moving forward to stand in the cradle of my legs. There was a bit of pancake batter smeared in the corner of his mouth and I moved in to lick it off. He moved his face at the last second and capt
ured my mouth in a searing kiss.
Say what you want about Logan Mays, but this man knows how to kiss. Three seconds into a kiss, and I’m putty in his hands. I melted into him, trying to mold our bodies as closely together as possible. My hands became frantic, moving all over him and trying to touch as much as I could grab. Logan’s hands were equally frenzied, eventually settling in my hair and grabbing a great chunk of it. I whipped off the tee shirt I’d thrown on minutes before, and gave Logan full access to my breasts. He growled and dipped his head, capturing a nipple between his teeth, working it and making me ache for him. I grabbed at his boxer briefs, pulling them down and releasing him, then guided him into me. He pushed himself to the hilt, causing me to cry out at the sudden fullness. He pumped fast and hard, reaching down to where we were joined and rubbing my clit. The action mesmerized me- I couldn’t look away from where Logan was giving me so much pleasure. The visual of him pumping in and out of me while rubbing me sent me over the edge and I shattered around him. I felt him getting closer and closer with every contraction squeezing around him. He came inside me with a shout. Fuck.
“Fuck,” he said apologetically. “Fuck, Jamie, I’m sorry. We didn’t use a condom. Fuck.” He leaned his forehead against mine and exhaled roughly. “Okay, we’ll go get plan B today. I’m clean. I get checked after every partner, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
I rubbed his shoulders reassuringly. “Logan, it’s fine. I’m on the pill. And I got checked eight months ago. I’m clean. Everything is fine.”
Relief flooded Logan’s eyes. “Still, that was reckless. I can’t believe we just did that. I am never that careless, never, I promise.” He kissed me once, gently, then looked around for paper towels. Finding them, he walked back to where I was still perched on the counter, looking thoroughly fucked. He reached between my legs and cleaned me up, then cleaned himself up. I kissed him again and hopped off the counter.
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