Chapter 8: Chapter 8

LAUREN

His mouth was sweet and spicy from the whiskey, his lips soft but demanding on hers. Her body ignited beneath his touch. She was powerless against the way it took her.

Logan Hawke had a reputation, and she was learning with every second his mouth claimed hers that it was well deserved. His kiss was an intensity she had never felt before and had her body burning, trembling with the lust that took her over.

Lauren grabbed the back of his head as his arms pulled her against his strong body. He was all hard, hot muscle, and she was desperate to feel more of him.

She slid her hands down to his collar, yanking open his shirt as he spun them. He push-walked her toward his desk then lifted her onto it, pulling off his top. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she ran her fingers over his smooth, unblemished skin.

His bare torso held her eyes captive. He was the perfect embodiment of a man: broad shoulders, eight-pack abs, and a prominent V-cut. The office lighting somehow cast no shadows, yet even a blind man could see the impressive lines of his shredded body.

Logan removed her jumper with a fluid movement that left her breathless and dizzy. Before she could regain her composure, his mouth came back to hers before kissing down her neck. When his teeth found the weak spot on her collarbone, she melted.

One hand cupped and caressed her breast, tugging at the peak through her bra as she arched into him, shuddering and moaning. Her stomach tightened, the flames within her reaching even higher.

He was intoxicating. Lauren had never felt such lust in her life. It was terrifying and exciting.

She found his mouth again, tugging at his lips with hers, needing more of his taste. Raking her fingers down his chest to the waistband of his pants, she undid his belt. Without breaking the kiss, she ripped it from its loops, causing it to snap like a whip.

He smirked as he pulled away, undoing her jeans and tugging them—along with her panties—down her legs. She kicked them and her shoes off with an eagerness that would be shameful if he wasn’t just as desperate in his movements.

His touch up her legs was like silk, gliding over her with a sensual caress that her body took to its deepest parts. Her heart raced, and her body prickled with desire. She was so hot and desperate for him.

She’d never had this feeling before, not from sex and certainly not from just kissing and heavy petting.

Logan leaned close, moving his lips over her collarbone and down her breast. He stopped there to circle his tongue around her nipple.

Clutching the edge of the desk, she dropped her head back as she moaned.

He dragged his tongue down the softness of her stomach before getting on his knees. Gripping her ankles, he brought her feet onto the desk, spreading her legs and exposing her pussy to his gaze. His eyes narrowed, the hunger in them making her shudder.

Unused to this position in a nonmedical context, Lauren’s cheeks burned with inexplicable embarrassment, and her legs closed out of instinct. His fingers digging into her thighs stopped them.

“It’s been a while,” she said, averting her eyes.

“Hey,” he said, “just relax, breathe. While you still can.” He smiled, guiding her legs back open.

She did relax, somehow knowing she was safe with him, and leaned back onto her elbows so she could see everything.

“I won’t promise to go slow. I won’t promise not to push you as far as your body can go. But I will promise that you’ll enjoy it.” He scooted closer. “You’ll want it. You’ll beg me for more until you lose your voice.” His hot breath brushed against her pussy.

Lauren clenched her fists, her thighs shaking as she held them open. “That’s some ego, Hawke. You sure you can live up to that kind of self-hype?” she teased.

“I know I can. Let me put my mouth on this pretty pussy, and I’ll prove it.” He grinned.

Her clit throbbed in response, and Lauren smirked. “Do your worst, then,” she said.

He gave her no time to suck in a breath before he accepted her challenge, burying his head between her thighs.

She cried out as his mouth connected with her slick folds. “Fuck,” she panted, clutching his head as he used his tongue like he was devouring his favorite ice cream. Her body responded viciously to the sweet torture, unable to take in oxygen as pleasure took hold.

Sparks of that pleasure shot like a ping-pong ball through her body, wakening her nerves everywhere it touched.

His hands dug into her thighs as he sucked her clit, making her shudder beneath him and causing the storm to brew inside her. It was strong, stronger than it had ever been, and she was desperate for it to break.

Pushing her to her edge, he sucked and nipped, his rough tongue teasing her walls as his face stubble scratched against her. There was so much to feel, and it had her whole body trembling with desire.

And he didn’t stop, not until she was desperately tugging at his hair and filling the office with her moans and heavy breaths.

He kept her on the edge of orgasm for so long that she wanted to scream at him. And eventually, she did, crying out as he sucked her clit again. She needed the release his mouth promised, but he kept her from it.

Trying to bring it on herself, she bucked her hips against him, but he splayed a hand over her abdomen, keeping her pinned to the desk. She tried to writhe against him, but he held her tighter, not giving her the control she wanted.

“Get on with it, Hawke.” Lauren spit out the words, the desperation to get her release taking over.

He slowed his mouth, giving her pussy a leisurely stroke with his tongue before leaning back. He licked his lips and then smirked at her. “Was that a beg?”

Lauren narrowed her eyes on him. “You made a promise, now live up to it.”

Logan leaned farther back and tilted his head. “I’ve kept all my promises, if you’ll recall, except one.” He smiled. “You haven’t yet lost your voice.”

His face flew to between her thighs again, and she gritted her teeth against the moan that tried to escape. His torturous pleasure and her refusal to make any more noise, fearing she’d get hoarse, zapped the strength she had left to hold herself up.

Lying down on the desk, she found its edges and gripped them.

He kept teasing her, taunting her until she was a damp mess. She shuddered and whimpered as the coil inside her wound ever tighter. But one more tongue swirl around her clit, and the tension snapped, sending her off that edge.

With practiced precision, he inserted his fingers, hooked them, and sucked on her clit, releasing the orgasm he had promised.

Epic waves of pleasure rolled and crashed through her. Her chest rose high off the desk, her head hanging back, as she bucked against his mouth, leaking her release. Her heart slammed against her ribcage, and her pulse pounded in her ears.

Logan lapped up every drop.

When her body went limp, he stood up and licked his lips, which were glossy with her release. When she could see and breathe properly again, Lauren sat up, her body still humming after such an intense orgasm.

He began putting back on his clothes, and Lauren couldn’t prevent the surge of anger prickling in her stomach.

When his eyes met hers, he smiled. “Get dressed, sweetheart,” he said, helping her off the desk and holding out her jeans for her to take.

“I don’t understand,” she said, putting on her jeans, her panties still inside.

Shirt left unbuttoned and jacket in hand, Logan headed to the double doors, opening one and extending his arm.

Lauren pulled her jumper on and grabbed her things, but she didn’t move toward the door. With her face, she demanded an explanation.

Logan smiled and gestured at the desk with his hand. “For what I want to do to you,” he said, that devilish smirk returning, “I don’t want a desk—or anything—in the way.”

A shiver ran down her spine, and despite knowing that she wasn’t a one-night-only kind of girl, that feelings for Logan could jeopardize her career, and that she was risking everything, she followed Logan out of the building.