Chapter 28

MAGGIE

~FIVE YEARS AGO~

Logan doesn’t speak to me in the morning. He prepares breakfast, and he’s about to leave when I decide to apologize to him.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s my fault, and I should have told you I was going out with friends.”

He sighs and turns around to look at me. “You don’t need my permission to meet your friends, Mags, but you need to understand that I was worried about you, and I thought something bad might have happened.”

“I told you my phone died.”

“I have to get to work,” he says as he slams the empty mug of coffee on the counter, the one that I’d gifted him on his thirtieth birthday, and he picks up his bag.

“Your dad called me. He’s arriving sooner than he planned, so make sure you pack your stuff.”

“When’s he coming?”

“Tomorrow.” Logan walks out of the house without a second glance.

***

I’ve already packed my suitcase, so when Logan gets home that night, I’m on the living room couch watching a series on his massive TV.

He places a box of my favorite donuts on the table and just like that, I know I’m forgiven. He can’t stay mad at me for a long time. I’m his weakness, but there’s something else in his eyes that I don’t recognize.

He doesn’t notice what I’m wearing.

A silk nightgown that has a low neck, it makes my breasts spill out, and I’ve curled my hair in beachy waves. I just want to surprise him, look like one of those mature ladies he used to go out with.

My mind is a gutter. It’s filled with all these X-rated things I want him to do to me.

He sits down beside me and yanks at his tie. “What are you watching?”

“It’s a romantic comedy.”

“What’s it about?”

“There’s a man who chases after the woman he loves, but she’s wary of love, so she keeps thinking he doesn’t have genuine feelings for her.”

He frowns. “Sounds cheesy as hell.”

“It is, but there’s nothing interesting, either. I’ve watched almost all the good shows.” Maybe he’s blind because he continues to stare at the screen.

I scoot closer to him, and in a seductive voice I say, “But now that you’re here, I don’t have to worry about getting bored.”

Boldly, I slide into his lap and straddle his thighs. I push the sleeves of my nightgown off my shoulders and toss it aside so he has a full view of my naked breasts.

I know it’s desire I see mirrored in his electric-blue eyes, but he doesn’t make a move to touch me. His gaze alone makes me hot. I’m now only wearing a thong.

I don’t like the fact that there’s some distance between us since the time the maid walked in. I don’t want Logan to have this sad look in his eyes.

“Don’t just keep looking,” I say.

He looks so goddamn gorgeous in a business suit.

I lick my lips. “Logan…”

I unbutton his shirt, and he still doesn’t say a word as my hands explore his bare chest and his hard abs.

His hands stay firmly planted on my waist, and he’s not trying to touch me anywhere, but his erection strains through the fabric of his pants.

Everything that’s happened between us until now, Logan has never initiated it. It was always me, which proves that he’s still hesitant about this.

He gets up from the couch with my legs wrapped around his middle. His hands stay splayed over my ass as he walks upstairs to my bedroom. When he tosses me onto the bed.

I pull his face in for a kiss, licking and tasting, biting over his bottom lip hungrily, sucking his tongue as I press my breasts to his hardened pecs.

I pick his large hand and place it between my thighs. “I’m going to miss you touching me. I’m going to miss sleeping in your bed with you.”

Two of his fingers dip into my wetness as he moves them expertly. “Ah…oh god, Logan.” I arch my back, spreading my legs wider.

~I love you.~

I sit up and unzip his pants, taking his cock into my mouth.

“Mmmm…” I suck him harder as he groans above me. His fingers hold the nape of my neck. I’m too eager to please him. I take all of him into my mouth and continue to lick and suck him.

I look up at him, and his expressions have changed. That soft look he used to have is gone.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Maggie, and you’re hell of a lot of trouble, more than I gave you credit for.” I cannot hear any traces of amusement in his voice, and that sends shivers down my spine.

My heart does quick somersaults when I should be scared.

“W-what are you going to do to me?” I stutter.

“I’m going to give you the punishment you deserve,” he says.

He flips me around so I’m facing away from him in bed, and I’m on all fours as he climbs behind me. He pushes my legs apart and touches my dripping pussy.

I moan shamelessly into the pillow as his fingers enter me. My toes curl as I catch fistfuls of the covers when his fingers move in and out of me. I have no shame where Logan is concerned.

“You’re not just bad, you’re a dirty girl, Maggie. Look how greedy your little pussy is for my cock.”

I know he thinks his words hurt me, but they have the opposite reaction. I love Logan more when he’s being filthy in bed, and he rarely does it.

I gasp when I feel his tongue against my folds, sucking, lapping into the wetness as he grips my ass and kneads my cheeks. His tongue licks every corner of my pussy, leaving me in tears and my legs feeling like jelly.

“Logan…,” I moan. “Oh god.”

I want to face him, but he doesn’t let me. He insists on me facing away from him. I hear him tearing a condom packet and putting it on.

“This is what you wanted, right?” he rasps.

He pulls my ass apart and plunges in completely. I have to hold on to the bedpost as he pulls out and goes in deeper. He doesn’t even let me breathe before he wrecks me with his cock, fucking me mercilessly.

He pulls my ass up, his fingers digging into my skin as he continues to pound into me. I watch in the dresser mirror as his cock disappears, entering my pussy.

It’s hard and fast fucking. He’s taking no prisoners, and this is no lovemaking. It’s pure fucking, no feelings involved.

He grunts behind me with hard thrusts. With one hand, he grabs my breast and squeezes it, tweaking the nipple.

My inner walls contract and milk him dry, the pleasure taking over. My eyes roll into the back of my head as my body trembles with the aftershocks.

His powerful thrusts shake the entire bed, pushing me forward with the force of it, and I remind you just how strong this bed is.

It’s like he’s trying to fuck some sense into my brain, wanting me to hate him with every fiber in his being.

I’m crying out the orgasm as he continues to fuck me in deep thrusts. I come hard, and he follows a minute later.

I expect him to stay beside me and cuddle with me in bed like he always does, but I watch as he puts on his clothes, does his fly, and walks out of the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

I’m not giving up on him, if he thinks that’s what I’ll do.

In the mirror, I notice the red marks of his fingers on my thighs and ass from when he was gripping me.

I get out of bed, throw on a robe, and storm toward his bedroom. I don’t knock, I just walk in.

Logan is sitting on his bed with his hands covering his face. There’s a haunted look in his eyes.

He seems shocked when he sees me in his room, but I want him to know that he hasn’t hurt me. Logan can never hurt me, even if he tries to.

“I want you to do that again,” I say.

He stares at me in bewilderment. The last thing he expected was to hear those words.

He recovers from whatever he’s been thinking about and says, “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

I know what he means, but I ask him anyway, “What do you mean? Are you not feeling okay?” I touch his forehead.

He pushes my hand away. “It means everything that we’re doing is wrong. This”—he waves his hand between us—“is wrong!”

“But it means something to me!”

“Maggie, I’m a thirty-six-year-old man! You’re…” He’s even ashamed to say it, and he doesn’t even want to look at me, like the thought of seeing me half-naked is repulsive.

“I don’t care…” I’m about to cry because of his rejection, but I hold the tears.

I want to see desire in his eyes, not disgust.

He puts his hands over his face. “I was mistaken when I said there could be anything between us. There simply can’t be. I’m a grown man, and I should know better.”

“But…none of this is your fault.”

“Don’t you have some dignity? Some pride? I just fucked you and left you there in bed. You’re supposed to be furious at me, Maggie.”

“I enjoyed that a lot. I can’t be furious when I loved it, can I?”

He sighs like he’s completely done with me. “I shouldn’t lead you on. You’re young and hormonal, and I’m taking advantage of you when I should know better, and look what happened. Someone caught us together.”

“Is that why you’re acting like this with me?” I sit beside him on the bed and take his hands in mine, as if not holding him would make him disappear like quicksand. “If that’s the case, then I don’t care what people think.”

He pulls away immediately as if he touched a hot iron rod.

“Logan…” I hate how desperate I sound.

“When I see you with Carter, I know you deserve to be with someone your age. While you’re letting this happen between us right now, it might not be the case a few years from now. You will regret it as well as I.”

“I won’t.”

“You know how it is,” he says. “Can we walk out in the public together as a couple?” When I don’t answer, he responds, “No, we can’t, because a relationship between us is not possible. It’s taboo.”

“Don’t you feel something for me?”

“What?” He gives me an incredulous look.

I push myself in front of him. “Anything at all apart from…from lust?”

“That’s not the point here!” he argues.

“It is!” I shriek. “I’ve seen the women that you go out with. The ones with the big tits.”

He scoffs. “You’re so immature, Mags.”

“Sure, only mature enough for you to fuck, apparently.”

He doesn’t even look at me.

“So that’s it? You’re using the excuse of that lady walking in on us to break up with me, because you think you deserve someone better than me.”

He gives me the silent treatment, which is so like him. When he’s super mad, he keeps quiet.

I wipe my tears. I know what’s coming. “What do you want?”

“I want us to stop. When you leave tomorrow, we’re going to pretend these last two weeks never happened.”

I have some pride still remaining inside me, so I say, “If that’s what you want.” I climb to my feet and before leaving, I say, “You’re going to regret this, Logan.”