Chapter 20

LOGAN

^FIVE YEARS AGO^

I can hardly concentrate on my work because there’s a certain woman living rent-free in my mind and heart. It’s not helping that she keeps sending me texts and making me laugh.

I feel a twinge of guilt in my chest as I realize she should be doing this with someone of her own age, and not someone who’s old enough to be her father.

I mean, not literally, but if I’d had a child at eighteen, she’d be as old as Maggie.

~But she’s not my kid~, I remind myself.

I can’t help seeing her as a woman who knows what she wants, and what she desperately wants is me.

I’ve been careful not to break her heart in the past and have been keeping her at arm’s length, but I don’t need to do that anymore.

She knows the risks we’re taking by being together, the prejudice we’ll face from society. Nobody is going to accept this, and we will have to do our best to keep this behind closed doors.

She sends me a selfie of herself in the mirror in my room, wearing a skimpy silk dress that outlines her nipples.

I have a full view of her breasts from that angle. She’s holding the dress up to show me her black lacy underwear.

Below the picture there’s a message.

Maggie

I’m waiting here for you.

Maggie

Come home fast.

I look around the room and adjust myself.

Logan

You’re a troublemaker.

Maggie

Am I?

Logan

You just wait until I get home. I’ll teach you a lesson, missy.

Maggie

I don’t mind learning lessons as long as you teach them to me with that massive cock drilling inside me 😉

Logan

A little too thirsty, are we?

Maggie

Hmmm…always for you, sir.

I have to adjust myself again before responding to her texts.

Logan

What are you thirsty for, baby?

Maggie

Mostly just you.

Logan

I hope it stays that way.

Maggie

I want to see it.

I laugh when I see her text.

Logan

See what?

Maggie

Your cock, sir. Show it to me.

Picking up the phone, I run into the attached bathroom in my office. I unzip and pull it out. I take a picture and send it to her.

A few seconds later, she responds.

Maggie

Looks like someone is excited just talking to me.

Logan

You do a lot of things to me; you have no idea.

Maggie

Hmmm, tell me about it.

Logan

As much as I hate cutting our conversation short, I have to go, baby.

Maggie

Aw, okay. I miss you.

Maggie

💋

I wait for the guilt to slam into me, but it doesn’t. I love Maggie, and we’re both attracted to each other, and age isn’t going to matter much in a few years, so I tell myself it’s okay to act on those desires just this once.

Am I her boyfriend? I’m not sure, but I’m going to let Maggie decide. I always let her take the initiative.

I take flowers home again. This time it’s a bouquet of roses. Maggie loves them, so I make a mental note to always surprise her with these and a box of chocolates.

I feel a little guilty that I have to leave her home alone, and because of the work overload in the office, I can’t even get home earlier than usual.

I find her in the kitchen talking on the phone. She smiles and then says something.

Who is she talking to?

I don’t eavesdrop, although I’m tempted to. I wait for her to realize that I’m home. When her eyes land on me, she gives me a huge smile and ends the call before skipping toward me and wrapping her arms around me in a hug.

She gives me a shy smile. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

She looks so small and delicate in my arms, yet she has the power to bring me to my knees. I trace her cheek. “I missed you.”

She goes up on her tiptoes and kisses me, hot and needy, and there’s a concerned look in her eyes. “Did you have dinner?”

When was the last time anyone’s been concerned about me in that way? I don’t remember. My mom left us when I was young, and Dad was always busy with his work.

“Yes, I had a sandwich.”

She sighs and walks to the casserole dish wrapped in foil. “You’re going to eat, Logan.”

She makes me sit at the table and serves me a generous portion of lasagna. “Eat.”

I laugh. “Since when do you cook?”

“I might not be the best cook, but I taught myself by watching videos.”

And then she settles down in my lap and picks up the fork and starts feeding me. “You’ll eat, even if I have to force it down your throat.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She smirks. “I like when you call me that.”

I circle my arm around her small waist and caress her affectionately. “Who were you talking to earlier?”

“That was Carter,” she replies without a beat. “You remember him, don’t you? I met him at a party.”

Carter with golden-blond hair and chocolate-brown eyes, the woman-magnet. Bet he has his eyes on Maggie too.

My grip on her waist tightens. “Yeah, I remember. You two best friends now?”

She gives me a coy smile. “Are you jealous, Loagie?”

I chuckle. Yes, I am very, very jealous, but I’d rather die than admit that.

“I don’t think I have a reason to be, baby.” I trace her lower lip with my thumb, which she licks, and then she takes it into her mouth and suckles.

“Be honest with me, Logan,” she says. “You think I’m attractive, right?”

“Of course, baby. Why else would I want to be with you?”

She smiles brightly. “Let’s go upstairs?”

I know what she’s suggesting, and I could never say no to Maggie, even if I tried.

A few minutes later, we’re together in bed. She waited long enough for me to shower, and Maggie is impatient with a capital I.

As soon as I’m out of the steaming bathroom, she climbs on top of me and licks every drop of the water, starting from my neck, then going lower to my pecs, followed by the hard muscles and abs.

She presses fervent kisses all over my body, leaving me delirious.

“You’re so gorgeous, Logan,” she whispers between kisses.

I have never blushed so hard over someone’s compliments, not even with the countless women I have previously hooked up with.

Maggie does things to my heart that no one else does, like the constant fluttering of butterflies in my stomach.

~Fuck, I think I have it really bad for her.~

When she dips lower to my cock, her eyes glitter with mischief.

To my horror, she sits up and gets off the bed. “Just give me a minute.”

She starts making her way toward the door. “Where are you going, baby?” I rasp.

I hear her run downstairs, leaving me spread-eagle on the bed. I must look ridiculous like this.

She comes back a minute later with a jar of Nutella. She opens the lid and spreads a handful of the chocolate on my cock. “I hope you wouldn’t mind getting your bedsheet messy.”

“Maggie…” I start to get up.

“Please, Logan.” She pouts. “Let me try this? You sit back and relax.”

Have I ever been able to say no to this girl? I’ve never succeeded.

A few minutes later, my eyes are rolling back into my head because this girl is treating my cock like a gourmet dessert. It’s fucking messy as she wraps her fingers around my girth and sucks me off like a choco popsicle.

“Hmmm…You taste so good…Logan.” Her saliva drips over my cock, but she licks it with the chocolate.

She deep-throats me, and I’m no longer part of this universe.

I start pumping into her mouth upward, breathing hard. With the intensity she’s sucking me, I think I’m about to die.

She licks the chocolate off my balls and softly bites them, moaning while she does it. I take a bit of the chocolate and spread it over her hardened nipples and take them into my mouth.

Maggie whimpers as she throws back her head and tells me to suck them harder, and I’m more than happy to comply.

She pushes me against the headboard and takes my cock back into her mouth. I don’t last for long, not when she’s looking so delectable with the chocolate smeared all over her mouth and breasts, on her knees, sucking me off.

Ribbons of my cum spurt into her mouth, which she licks every drop of. She comes up for air with a loud pop sound, and she’s crawling toward me.

She puts her moist pussy over my thighs and cups my face. “Do you want to see what you taste like?”

Before I can answer, her mouth is on mine. I groan under my breath. She tastes of chocolate and there’s a hint of my arousal in it.

She gives me tongue, which I tangle with my own. This is so, so fucking wrong and dirty and forbidden, but I can’t stop.

She pulls away long enough to say, “I’ll give you thirty minutes, and then I need you inside me.”

She’s going to be the death of me.

“Okay, but first, we need to shower,” I say between kisses.

We shower together and get in bed again, this time with fresh sheets. I know the maid is going to be scandalized if she finds these chocolate-covered sheets, so I decide to put them in the washer myself.

Gossip is the last thing I need right now.

She tosses something on the bed, and my eyes take a while to register it in the darkness. It’s a large box of condoms.

I laugh. “You bought this?”

“I realized I’m going to be here for another week. Might as well get a large one.” She opens it and takes out a square packet. “Let’s put this on you, big boy.”

She puts it on me and starts lowering herself on my cock when a sudden vibration catches us off-guard.

It’s Maggie’s phone under her pillow.

She ignores it and takes me deep into her, moaning, and she starts moving until it’s ringing again. Her cheeks are pink.

“Maybe you should get it,” I say.

What if it’s that guy, Carter?

She groans, and an annoyed look crosses her features as she dives for the phone under the pillow. Her eyes go wide when she looks at the screen.

“It’s my dad,” she says.