Chapter 18: Chapter 18

LAUREN

Logan pulled her body against his, kissing her with an intense frenzy, their breaths mingling as he pushed her against the arch. Then he found the slit of her dress, pushed the fabric to the side, and lifted her onto his waist.

Lauren wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning as his tongue slid against hers. She ground her hips against him, the friction heating her entire body. It only took a moment for her frenzied desperation to match his.

She needed to be full of him again, needed it like her next breath. Squeezing her thighs, she raised herself up and away from his waist so she could grab her panties and pull them to one side.

Logan’s hands were busy under her ass, working in haste to undo his belt.

“Hurry up,” she said, her words coming out in a whine.

He chuckled, then he grabbed her ass and dropped her onto him as he thrust inside her. The movement was hard, fast, and absolute. He filled her completely.

Lauren cried out, muffling her yelp with his shoulder. She dug her nails into them, using his body as leverage, his cock burying inside her so fucking deep over and over again. “Fuck,” she said, her head falling back as the tension in her body built.

Pushing her against the pillar, he filled her pussy, fitting in there like a damn puzzle piece. He stroked her walls with such a passion that her mind and body were overwhelmed and stretched to the limit of what they could handle.

With each thrust she was lost, the pleasure almost too much, her core aching and tightening. She found his lips, kissing him hard, her tongue dancing with his as he panted, grunted, and thrust. She moaned and gasped with each hard and fast stroke.

She couldn’t get enough, she wanted more and more. She wanted the finish line too, but the idea of ending what they were doing made her ache. Lauren buried her face in his neck, the storm building within her, threatening her with the kind of release only he could give her.

Logan grabbed her hips in his tight grasp, yanking her onto his cock, his tip hitting her back wall and jolting her with a pain that added to the pleasure. It reminded her how annoying he was, a billionaire with supermodel looks and a giant cock that he knew how to use.

The thought had her tightening against him, her body climbing to that inevitable fall she was desperate for. “Please, yes, please, Logan,” she panted, her voice fading out as he fucked her even harder, even faster, his girth filling her so completely that her walls clung to him.

“Cum on my cock, sweetheart,” Logan said, breathing against her. “Grip me hard with that tight pussy.”

She was a goner.

Her body exploded as her orgasm crashed in on her, the tension snapping, the storm thundering. Her moans turned to gasps and cries of pleasure as her body shook against him, her pussy throbbing and clenching around him.

It pushed him over the edge, and he groaned out long and slow. His cock emptied his release inside her with sharp thrusts of his hips. He let out a heavy sigh as they both came down from the high.

He leaned against her, pinning her back against the arch, and she hung her arms over his shoulders. Turning his head, he found her lips, pressing his own against them.

She kissed him back, sighing into the kiss as his cock twitched inside her. He pulled out of her and put her gently back on the ground, still kissing her.

Lauren pulled away a moment later, taking a deep breath and meeting his gaze. He still had heat there, but she had to go. Or else she’d never leave.

“I need to go,” she said, voice not much louder than a whisper, and straightened herself up before turning away.

He grabbed her arm and spun her back to him. “Answer my calls,” he said.

She shook her head. “You won, okay? You got your ‘more than one night.’ Now it’s done. We can both move on.” She wanted so badly to believe her own words, but there was no moving on from Logan Hawke.

“We’re just fucking, Lauren.” Frustration came through his words. “Nobody has to get hurt.” He did up his pants and straightened his jacket.

“I’m getting hurt,” she said. “I told you in your office that I was worried about my emotions and that I needed a connection before I had sex. That clearly meant I wasn’t the ‘just fucking’ type, but you heard what you wanted to and said what you had to in order to fuck me.”

His expression softened despite her harsh words. “I’m sorry you feel that way. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Lauren sighed. “I just… I’m not looking for a casual hookup.”

Logan squinted as he said, “Then why do I get the feeling if I offered you a relationship, you would say no?”

Her heart fluttered. “Are you offering?”

“Does it matter?” he countered with raised eyebrows.

“No,” she said, sighing again. “It doesn’t. There are so many reasons why this has been a mistake. Ultimately, though, I have a career that needs to come first. That’s all that should matter.”

His jaw clenched then, and he nodded once. “I’m going to be perfectly clear,” he said, his voice calm and his words short. “The mistake is not seeing where this goes.” He buttoned up his jacket. “Have a good night, Lauren.” Logan left the gardens.

Lauren went back to the villa, all possible feelings hitting her at once and creating an emotional numbness that overcame her.

She told herself she had done the right thing, that she had stayed true to her future and to the reputation she’d been building for so long, but with every step, she wondered if that was true.

Because if it was the right thing, why did it feel so wrong?