The “this” she was referring to was taking me between her lips, in a sudden rush of warmth and wetness. She kept on hand on me, the other braced against my thigh as she pumped, matching the sweet suction of her mouth.
“Oh damn,” I muttered, my eyes involuntarily shutting as she took me deeper, down her throat.
Then deeper.
It didn’t take her long to build a rhythm that had me moaning like the bitch I’d called her ex, but man… I’d be that, as long as she kept sucking and slurping, making a wet, perfect mess as she looked up, meeting my gaze. She pulled back, grinning at me as her hand reached underneath, cupping and squeezing my balls before she went back for more, taking me so deep that it made her gag.
She didn’t stop though.
She kept it up, moaning against my dick as she swallowed me over and over, ignoring my warning that I was about to bust so she could… swallow me more.
Swallow it all.
And then she left me there, spent and braced against her dresser, trying to recover. The smirk she shot me before she disappeared into the bathroom… I wasn’t sure what it meant, but I took it as a challenge, stalking in there after her.
I found her at the sink, a wet towel in her hands as she washed her face. No words were necessary – I bent her over the sink, sliding into her from behind as she braced her hands against the counter.
With a hand at the back of her neck, I pulled her up some as I bent to press my chest against her back. My mouth dropped to her ear to deliver a simple demand.
“Open your eyes.”
When she did, I angled her head so that she was watching me – watching us – as I drove into her. I grabbed her hand, pushing it between her legs.
“Play. I wanna see you.”
At first, I kept my hand over hers, fingers aligned. I wasn’t guiding – she was. I was just making sure she kept at it, not stopping when it became too much.
“Open your eyes,” I told her again, “See how fucking sexy you look?”
As soon as her eyes opened, I pulled one side of her nightie from her shoulder, then the other. With her fingers between her legs, breasts exposed and bouncing with each stroke, her soft lips parted in pleasure, she was…
Shit.
“Keep going,” I whispered in her ear, nipping her lobe with my teeth as I followed the same directive. After her little impromptu head session, I barely had anything left, but I’d gladly deplete everything I had in reserves to watch her cum in this mirror.
My fingers circled her nipples, pinching and squeezing the hard peaks until I had Logan writhing against me, trying to keep up. She put her other hand back on the counter, trying to brace herself as I stroked her harder, faster. Her eyes closed again, and I nipped her shoulder, pinching her nipples harder.
“Pierre, please,” she whined, her moans turning to high-pitched keens of pleasure. I released one of her nipples to pull her up again, and prop one of her knees up on the counter. In this position, she was opened even wider, so I could bury myself even farther.
“It’s up to you, shorty. Just cum for me. Come on,” I encouraged against her ear, reaching below to pinch her clit between my fingers. “Open your eyes. Watch.”
She did, her face contorted in wonder as her body tensed and tightened before the rush of pleasure – it was fucking glorious.
“Good fucking girl,” I praised her, which seemed to make her cum even harder. Her pussy contracted wildly around me as I stroked her through it, milking another nut from me that I hadn’t even realized I’d be capable of so soon.
More new shit she was bringing out of me.
Afterwards, I let her get back to her morning routine while I got myself cleaned up to go home. As with most other things, she was super-efficient and damn near too helpful – “here’s a fresh toothbrush and wash cloth, and unisex body wash for you. You can keep it, it’s yours. The coffee pot will brew a cup at exactly this minute, you can have that one and I’ll fix another. This healthy breakfast spot I like is exactly this many miles away – their drive thru takes six minutes from getting in line to receiving your order at the window” – and almost stressful to watch, so I committed to keeping that to a minimum, so we could both have room to breathe.
Things between us were quiet now – not necessarily awkward, but… yeah.
Quiet.
“I’m gonna head out,” I told her, peeking into her closet, where she was standing in the bra and panties she’d pulled out earlier, choosing clothes. “I’ll see you at the office?”
She looked up, biting her lip for a second before she brushed her hair from her face. “Yeah. But um… before you go, we should probably talk about—”
“I know I’m not your man now,” I interrupted, already knowing where she was about to go with it. Well… it was an assumption she confirmed with a relieved sigh that didn’t offend me – we’d only known each other a short time, but I knew enough to expect… this. As a matter of fact… “None of this would’ve happened if I thought you were on some let’s go together kinda shit. You’re fresh off a serious relationship, and I’m just… not in a place for anything like that. It’s cool.”
The relief coming off her was palpable as she approached me, wearing a sweet smile. “Good. I wouldn’t want you thinking… I don’t know what you might be thinking. But you should know, I think you’re really dope. So it’s nothing to do with you, everything to do with me.”
“Ditto,” I told her, anchoring my hands against her waist to pull her against me because I couldn’t help it. “I know you’re just using me for my body, shorty.”
“I think you like that,” she countered, running her hand up my arm as she pressed into me, head tipped back like she wanted me to kiss her, so… that’s what I did.
It could’ve been – maybe should’ve been – awkward to do so outside the direct context of sex, but it was the most natural fucking thing in the world. Logan moaned into my mouth as I dropped hands to grip her ass, groaning myself as I started getting hard again like my dick wasn’t already tender from having already seen a little too much action over the last hours.
I’m about to end up with a whole new addiction.
That was the thought that forced me to pull back from her… eventually.
Back at my place, I didn’t have much to do, since Logan’s ultra-preparedness had already assured my morning hygiene. I really did grab breakfast from the spot she recommended, then made my way to WAWG in fresh clothes, ready to really start tackling the show now that the initial writing was finished.
I… wasn’t prepared for what I walked into as soon as I stepped in the building.
Laughter.
Soft, feminine laughter that drew my attention to the security desk that was already my primary destination. There, the security guard – Freddy – was giving full-blown fucking heart emoji eyes to the woman standing at the desk, her hands moving as she told some animated story.
Logan.
Damn she looks good.
Her ass was sitting just right today, in another pair of those slim-fitting pants she seemed to prefer – in a delicate sea foam green. Her lightweight blazer was the same color, stopping at her hips in a way that accentuated those lush curves, and the tone was a stark contrast against her deep brown skin.
Not even two hours ago, I’d been buried inside her, but just the sight of her now had me ready to find somewhere private all over again.
But… no.
She’d already made herself clear.
Logan Byers doesn’t fuck her clients.
And we were back there now. Back to working together, nothing else.
Supposedly.
I was irritated by how hard Freddy was grinning in her face, so I tapped into that instead of my attraction to her as I made my way up to the desk. My approach made her turn a little, obviously wondering who was coming up behind her. I half expected the smile to slip from her face, but if anything, it went a little wider.
“Mr. Perry – good morning
. I came back down to wait for you.”
My eyebrow hiked over her announcement, but I said nothing as she gestured toward the security sensors I had to go through before accessing the rest of the building. She stood off to the side to wait with the other security guard, giggling and shit with him while I cleared the checkpoint.
As soon as she stepped to my side though, she was the picture of professionalism all over again.
Until we were on the elevator.
There, she looked up at me with a teasing smirk. “Pierre… you’re not jealous are you?”
I sucked my teeth. “Why would you ask that?”
She crossed her arms, making her breasts even more prominent beneath the white lace cami she’d paired with her outfit. “Your face. It’s doing a thing.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, but none of the utter amusement left her face.
“Mmmhmm.”
Shit.
As I followed her off the elevator, I scolded myself, because she was right – that was really the only logical reason for me to be so irritated by that harmless interaction. She’d been giving him much more – public – flirty energy than she was putting in my direction, and I, ridiculously, felt slighted about it.
As if I hadn’t spent the night in her damn bed.
I had to get my head right.
I had no justification to feel any type of ownership towards her, especially when we’d just had this fucking conversation.
I was tripping.
It was just really hard not to, with her.
I found myself studying her again as we headed down the hall – close enough that I found myself wondering where her bag and laptop and all that were, if she’d waited for me at the security desk. Or had she’d said she came back to wait for me? I was about to ask when she opened the office door, ushering me inside.
To a tiny gift box and a tastefully masculine floral arrangement on my desk.
“What is this?” I asked, turning to her with a frown, only to be met by barely suppressed excitement coming from her.
“So before you trip about it… I always get my clients a nice gift for accomplishing a major goal while I’m working with them. You have to accept it.”
My frown deepened. “What did I…?”
“You finished the script,” she explained. “Obviously I knew you would, so I made the arrangements for this gift ahead of time. It’s just time to give it to you now. Open it,” she insisted, practically bouncing in her heels as I reached across the desk for the box.
“I’m not gonna lie… I’m a lil nervous.”
“Don’t be,” she laughed. “You want me to turn the other way? Cover my eyes?”
I smirked. “Yeah, cover your eyes.”
I was just playing with her, but she did it, making me chuckle as I pulled the lid off the tiny box.
“Oh, shit,” I muttered, frowning – in a good way – at the platinum grill resting atop the black velvet inner tray. The style was like the ones I was wearing when we met – just meant for the bottom teeth, but these were an open-faced style, with diamond fangs.
And ODS engraved in a pattern across the top bar.
This was…
“Do you hate it?” Logan asked, and I looked up to find her blatantly peeking through her fingers. “You hate it, don’t you?”
“What? Nah,” I assured, shaking my head. “This is dope as fuck.”
“Oh!” That brought the smile back to her face. “Well, in that case… congratulations on finishing your script, Mr. Perry. I’m very much looking forward to working with you to turn it into an amazing show.”
“Thank you, Logan,” I said, wrapping my free arm around her neck to pull her into a hug, which she returned. I intended to keep it friendly too, no flirting or nothing… but the door swung open while we were mid-embrace, and from the look on Nubia’s face, I was sure it didn’t look like nothing.
“Oooh, what am I looking at here?” Nubia asked, as Logan hurriedly put some distance between as, reminding me of when Elodie had walked up on us, too.
“I was just thanking Logan for her gift – she got this for me since I finished the script,” I said, effectively shifting focus as I held out the box for Nubia to look.
“Awww, that’s sweet,” Nubia gushed. “The flowers too?”
When I confirmed, Nubia turned to Logan with a smile. “I’d heard you were good, but damn girl – I’m gonna have to hire you for myself.”
“That can certainly be arranged after my contract for Pierre wraps up,” Logan quipped as the door opened again, and a blurry mass of hair in a Black Panther tee shirt came racing at me.
Better known as my nephew – or cousin, whatever – with his father not far behind him, shaking his head at the antics. “Whassup, Steph,” I greeted, taking a second to bump fists with him before I bent to peel a giggling Trey off my legs. He was really named after his father, but he and I had the notable honor of both being “the thirds”.
He didn’t know though, that I gave him a lot of credit for my continued sobriety. Nubia had been very clear that my changed behavior was a prerequisite for having any type of presence in his life. I’d lost enough family at that point and wasn’t trying to miss out on anything else – especially not when I already owed Nubia for the presence she’d held in my life after the loss of my mother.
I couldn’t fuck this up.
Sobriety had been a hellishly tough first step, but it hadn’t been a magic bullet. Even once I stopped drinking, I wasn’t suddenly “okay” – that had taken longer – hell, I was still in the process, I felt, with this show being another important, cathartic piece of the puzzle. Steph and Nubia had been present and accounted for at every point over these last few years and Trey’s little ass was energy and joy personified.
“I can’t believe you’re letting him wear this, Nubz. I remember you vowed to keep him in designer,” I laughed, referring to his t-shirt.
Nubia rolled her eyes. “Only because him and his father ganged up on me about it. Supposedly he’s old enough to choose his own clothes now.”
“He definitely is,” Steph spoke up, then turned to Logan, extending his hand. “Stephen Foster.”
“Of course, I know who you are,” Logan practically gushed. “Huge fan of your wife. I still remember that episode of her makeover show – the one with the breast cancer survivor. You came along to help with some things for her son, and y’alls chemistry was just so…” She let out this dreamy sigh, which made Nubia and Steph both laugh. “I’ll just say I was really excited when the beans got spilled that y’all were really a couple. And then y’alls maternity cover for Sugar&Spice. And those wedding pictures with baby Trey, oh my God!” she had that same wistful stare on her face that the security guard had been giving her, but then she shook her head, snapping out of it. “I’m so sorry. I’m fangirling right now, I just… I’m a fan.”
“It’s fine,” Steph chuckled. “I didn’t catch your name…”
“Oh, sorry! Logan Byers. I’m Pierre’s executive concierge.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Damn, that sounds official – babe, do we need one of those?”
“I’m trying to get her,” Nubia told him. “She’s expensive.”
“Hi Logan!” Trey chimed, pulling the attention back to him as he waved at her.
“Oh my goodness, hi!” she spoke, returning his wave before she pressed her hands to her chest. “You’re such a handsome little sweetheart!”
He blushed at the compliment, tucking his head against my neck. “Thank you,” he told her, knowing his mama would be on his ass about his manners, before – loudly – whispering to me, “she’s pretty Uncle P.”
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “She is, huh?”
It was Logan’s turn to blush at that, cause the whole room heard it, and Nubia and Steph exchanged a look.
“Well,” Logan said, straightening her blazer. “This feels like a family moment, so I’m going to step out and find a quiet spot to
work while y’all catch up.”
“Absolutely not!” Nubia spoke up. “You don’t have to uproot on our account. We got here early this morning and popped by to see if P wanted to grab breakfast with us – and I wanted to see your new office, which looks great by the way.”
I grinned. “Yeah, that was all Logan – she had it all set up before I ever stepped foot in here,” I explained, looking past Trey’s curls to see that Logan was very interested in everything except my direction. “With that said,” I continued anyway, “If y’all are gonna be here a few days, I’m gonna pass on breakfast so we can get some work done on the show. It took me some time to get the script wrapped up while Logan was blazing through all the preliminaries and other stuff, so I think I should get caught up.”
“Solid choice man,” Steph nodded, and I wouldn’t front like his approval – and the pride in Nubia’s eyes as she extricated Trey from my arms – was light to me.
It mattered, a lot.
“Let’s say dinner then?” Nubia asked. “Or a late lunch, if you wrap up early for the day?”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Let’s do that.”
“You’re welcome to join us, Logan,” Nubia quipped, after I’d said my goodbyes to Steph and Trey, and they were already headed out the door. “From what I hear, you’re practically family, too.”
She closed the door without waiting on Logan’s response, leaving me to deal with the wide-eyed horror of the reaction to those words.
“Pierre, what is she talking about?! You didn’t tell her we—”
“Nah. We’re close, but not… that close.” I could talk about anything with Nubia, truly, but the happenings of my bedroom weren’t exactly prime conversation between us. “She’s probably fishing. Probably picked up on our energy or something.”
“You think people can tell?”
I shrugged. “I don’t care if they can or not,” I admitted, picking up the grill she’d given me so I could put the top back on the box. “But I know you do, so I’ll keep it cool. And I can tell Nubia to chill.”
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