by Sasha Burke
What I’m finding vastly less tolerable about this trip, however, is that I’m not just missing my kid, I’m also missing the hell out of a certain shrink who’s been slowly driving me to distraction over the past couple of weeks.
As I’ve come to discover, my days are pretty fucking boring whenever Nicole’s not around to make me crazy. And vice versa. I miss getting her all worked up, teasing her about her precious 49ers. Christ, I think I even miss hearing all her cute psychobabble.
Yep, I’ve got it bad. But, strangely, I’m okay with that.
The woman hasn’t just gotten under my skin and into my head, she’s actually starting to fit into my life. It’s kind of shocking that the universe isn’t combusting as a result.
Up until now, a person would need to undergo a federal-level background screening and successfully pass the equivalent of multiple years of advanced ivy league training and both written and field tests in any subject of my choosing to even qualify to have a microscopic role in my daughter’s life.
Curiously enough, no one’s ever made the cut.
Nicole, however, in all her weird and head-shrinking glory, managed to leapfrog over my very strict requirements and somehow become a fairly constant fixture.
Impressive, really.
I confess, I’d had my doubts. But, it’s actually been going really well. She doesn’t have Hannah looking at inkblots and talking about her feelings all the time or anything like that. No, the pair just hang out regularly, tackling projects together or doing stuff outdoors.
And as of last week, they’ve also been climbing.
For Hannah’s first climb, I kid you not, I made sure the entire climbing area was blocked off with barricade tape and three of my workers were on the wall with her the entire time.
Nicole indulged me since it was her first climb (and maybe also because I’d threatened to revoke her membership if she didn’t). For Hannah’s second climb this week, however, she insisted it would have to be just her and Hannah up there, no interference, no hovering. Period. I grudgingly agreed, mainly because Hannah puppy-dog-eyed me.
But then this site visit in Vegas got penciled into my schedule right at the same time. When I couldn’t postpone it, I made sure to warn my entire staff to keep a close eye on them while I was gone. Every worker in the place received orders to grab the on-site physician for even the littlest knee scrape.
On either of them.
Swear to god, if Nicole hadn’t sent me the link to a live feed of Hannah’s climb earlier today, I would’ve been useless all afternoon.
I’d been nervous as hell to watch it, but admittedly, it was pretty damn amazing to see my little girl in the video owning that wall like a tiny little badass and having the time of her life.
The fact that Nicole had made a point to arrange the recording and live feed for me today without me even asking (aka demanding) is yet another reason why I can’t stop thinking about the woman.
Her sweetness could possibly be her sexiest quality.
I know it’s late and Nicole’s probably in bed already, but I have this strange need to talk to her. Thank her for the video. Hell, just hear her voice, even.
Normally, just getting to chat with Hannah before she goes to sleep is enough to make my trips more bearable. But the last couple of nights, I’ve needed something more.
I’ve needed my Nicole fix.
And just like that, it’s as if my phone dials itself.
“Hello?” Nicole’s voice on the other end is low and sleepy, but also curled around a faint, very distinguishable purr of pleasure.
Instantly, I’m as hard as a rock.
“What were you just doing?” I ask.
“Logan?”
“Are there any other men calling you in the middle of the night?” There better not fucking be any.
“Of course not.”
“Then back to my question. Did I interrupt something?” I ask, already enjoying the hell out of this call.
“Just getting ready for bed,” she replies innocently.
I’m not going to let her get off that easily. My cock is practically leaking precum already, I’m so fucking turned on.
“You were touching yourself,” I say and I hear her gasp on the other end. “Were you thinking about me?” I want to hear her say it.
“I…should probably just talk to you when you get back.” Her voice breaks.
Jesus, she’s touching herself right now.
“Did you already come or did I interrupt you before you got a chance to?” I ask, and I swear I can hear her blush.
“You…interrupted me,” she admits, her voice a tortured whisper that sends a pulse of electricity straight to my balls.
“Tell me what you were thinking about while you were trying to make yourself come. What was I doing? Was I sucking on your clit? Fucking your tight pussy from behind?”
Dammit, if she moans like that one more time…
“S-something else…” she says almost too quietly for me to hear. “I-I was…on my knees.”
Oh, fuck.
I squeeze my eyes closed and feel my cock throb in my hand. Sure, I’d wanted to know what gets her hot. But knowing that she was thinking about sucking my dick is killing me.
“I want to hear you come. Right here on the phone with me,” I say and she whimpers.
I can hear it, she’s almost at the end of her tether.
“Logan, I shouldn’t.”
“But you will.”
The sexiest sound of defiance escapes her throat in response to my dictate and my imagination automatically takes over, putting me right there with the feisty creature. My brain can almost see her hypnotic green eyes right now, challenging me at every turn while her slender fingers play with her perfect little pussy.
“Come for me on the phone, and I’ll make you come in person when I see you next.”
That breaks her.
I don’t think she can even hear me anymore. She sounds utterly lost in her own world of soft moans and breathless pleasure.
Christ. I’m going to come in my hand at this rate. I’ve never had phone sex before and honestly, I didn’t think it’d do it for me.
But goddamn, this is fucking doing it for me.
A sudden wave of primal possession washes over me then as I listen to her come her brains out. “Have you ever come on the phone before?” I demand gruffly after she’s had a chance to catch her breath.
Even if I hate the answer, I want to, need to know if she’s done this with someone else.
“N-no. Never,” she says.
The tightness in my chest eases a bit. But not fully. There’s only one thing that’ll make that happen. “I’m the only one who gets to make you come on the phone. Me. No other fucking guy.” Ever. “Say it.”
I don’t know why I feel part caveman around this woman, but I can’t seem to control it.
I let go of my cock and sit up. “I need to hear you say it, Nicole. No other guy gets to make you come. Not on the phone. For damn sure not anywhere else.”
“If you’re asking if I’m the kind of woman who has casual things with different men at the same time, I’m not.”
Yeah, that’s not enough. I want to know that when she’s with me, no other men even register on her radar. Lord knows that’s the case for me. Ever since Nicole wormed her way into my world, I don’t notice any other women. And I sure as hell don’t want her noticing any other men.
“I only want you, Nicole. And I want to hear that you only want me, too.”
“But we haven’t even…” she says softly. “It’s way too early for us to—”
“We’ve known each other for years,” I break into her objection. If I’m being honest with myself, she’s been under my skin since the first day I saw her in my gym five years ago. “So, no, it’s not too early.”
It’s long overdue if you ask me. And I’m going to make up for lost time. “Do you want any other guys?” I ask plainly, doing my best to mute the growl resulting fr
om the very idea of that.
“No, Logan. Just you.”
“Good.” I wrap my fist around my hard dick again. “Now, let me hear you come for me again. Give me something beautiful to listen to while I’m pumping my cock dry thinking about you.”
The command draws a startled, ragged whimper out of her. Followed by the unmistakable sounds of a sweet, surprise aftershock orgasm.
Knowing my words got her there is enough to almost send me over the edge. But I stop myself before I do. I’m going to need an ice-cold shower after this, but I don’t care. I don’t want to come without being able to see her. Touch her. Fucking taste her.
Her breathing eventually returns back to normal, and then slowly starts to drift off.
“You falling asleep on me, baby?”
“A little. Sorry. Although, really, you only have yourself to blame.”
So damn cute when she’s punchy. “Do you have lunch plans for tomorrow?”
“I thought you don’t come back until night time,” she murmurs sleepily.
“I’m going to change my flight schedule. You going to be free to have lunch with me?”
“Actually, I am,” she says, her voice clearly smiling. It’s faint, shy. But it’s there. Dammit, I should’ve video-called her so I could see it. Next trip, for sure.
“What do you want to eat?” she asks.
That’s easy. “You. Be ready at noon.”
12
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| LOGAN |
She isn’t ready at noon.
I got her text that she’s running late on my drive from the airport so I head over to the gym instead of her place like we’d planned…only to find her still on the wall with that Kenny kid.
It’s not that I’m being possessive of my time with her—okay, maybe it’s that a little—but I don’t like the idea of anyone taking advantage of her. Her bleeding heart is one of the things I respect the most about her. And if I have to have a little intervention with anyone who isn’t showing said bleeding heart the same kind of respect, I damn well will.
“Everything going okay here?” I ask, greeting the pair as they finally make their descent.
Nicole turns to give me a smile that lights up the whole fucking room.
Kenny, on the other hand, looks less than thrilled to see me. He gives me a cursory nod and turns back to Nicole. “One more climb? Last one, I swear.”
“Kenny, your session finished two hours ago.” Though she looks pained in doing so, she holds her ground. “I’ll see you next week for your next session, okay? You did really well today.”
Kenny shoots me an annoyed look. “Fine. Whatever. See you around.”
And then he stomps off, looking ready to throw a tantrum. Seriously, that kid needs to learn some friggin’ manners. For a six-foot college freshman, he’s acting like a spoiled two-year old.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask her, concerned with the heavy sigh I hear her expel.
“I’m fine. Just…long day.”
Normally, I’d ask any person who looked like this if they wanted to talk about it, but knowing that Nicole literally can’t because of confidentiality, I go straight to the making her feel better part. “C’mon. Let’s go up to my office. I think you need a shoulder rub and sleep. You can take a power nap on my couch before your next session.”
“God, that sounds amazing. What about our lunch date though? You must be hungry.”
“Starving,” I agree. “But I already told you what I wanted to eat. And you sleeping while I’m eating your pussy isn’t going to work for me.”
Her cheeks go scarlet. “I thought you were joking.”
“I’d never joke about making you come, sweetheart. Now, you need me to carry you upstairs?”
“Lordy at this rate, yes.”
I swiftly scoop her up and begin walking over to my office like I’m carrying her over the threshold.
“Logan! Put me down,” she laughs. “I wasn’t serious.”
“Quit squirming, woman. You’re getting my cock all excited.”
Oh, shit.
She looks far too pleased with that admission.
Sure enough, she shifts to snuggle more into my arms so she can not-so-innocently rub that perfect ass of hers against my now rock hard dick.
I practically sprint the rest of the way to my office.
Jesus, she feels good in my arms, and from what I can tell from the way she’s breathing, her little upright lap dance had an effect on her as well.
“Still need that nap, baby? Or are you going to let me taste that sweet pussy that’s been torturing my cock?”
She ducks her face against my neck to keep her burning hot cheeks hidden as she says quietly, “Not tired anymore.”
So ridiculously adorable. And for some reason, that turns me on even more.
Only one problem.
Why in the hell didn’t I install some damn blinds in my office?
I meant what I said earlier. I’m starving for this woman. If I don’t fucking taste her pussy soon, I’m going to become unhinged.
The only option for privacy in here would be my private bathroom and that’s totally unacceptable. I’m not making Nicole come for me for the first time on a restroom sink.
Shit. This isn’t going to happen.
Defeated, I place her gently down on the couch. “Change of plans. Why don’t you go on and take that nap? I’ll be right back.”
She frowns. “Wait, where are you going?”
“Down to the locker rooms to take a cold shower.”
Her gaze shoots down to the front of my jeans.
Before I even realize her intent, she’s got my jeans undone and her warm, soft hand stroking the head of my cock.
“Nicole, we can’t.”
She holds my gaze. “We could go to your storage room.”
Tempting. So fucking tempting.
She rubs her thumb across the tip, and slowly starts pumping her other hand along my shaft.
Hell, she wins.
I grab her wrist and pull her up to her feet, zipping my jeans back up as I propel her out the door and into the storage area directly next to my office.
“You need to be quiet while I’m making you come,” I say as I lock the door behind us, all the while hoping she won’t be too quiet. After hearing what she sounds like when she comes on the phone, a live show today would make my fucking day.
She frowns. “But you already made me come. Twice, in fact. So,” she says in a mind-messing mix of shy and feisty, “I’m thinking I owe you.”
This woman is going to drive me insane.
“No, not today.” I push her gently back against the wall, needing to feel her, taste her. Something. Anything.
“You’re being bossier than usual.”
I think she means that to be a complaint, but with my hands currently under her shirt pinching her tight nipples, it comes out as a breathy moan.
“You like when I’m bossy.”
“Sometimes. But you had your turn on the phone last night. I want you to come this time.” With that, she drops to her knees. “In my mouth.”
Jesus Christ.
How many times have I fantasized about this? About how my dick would look between those soft, sweet lips of hers as she stares up at me with those big green eyes and makes me come so hard I nearly black out.
My cock pulses and starts downright throbbing at the visual.
I know she doesn’t like how demanding I can get, and truth be told, it’s sexy as hell when she’s all bold and assertive like this. But, I can’t let her. At least not until I’ve had her come on my cock a couple dozen times. After that, sure.
She reads my expression like a book. “You don’t want me in control, do you?” she asks, incredulous.
“Next time,” I offer gruffly as a compromise.
She stares up at me for a beat before reaching for my hands and guiding me to spear them through her hair. I tighten my fingers against her scalp while she slowly undoes my je
ans again.
Jesus, this woman is like a fantasy.
“Are you sure?” I ask, feeling a serious lack of blood flow to my brain. In my experience, women don’t really like having their mouths fucked like this.
“I’m sure,” she says before testing my hold on her and shivering when I tug her hair just enough as her lips tease my tip.
Hell, that first wet glide of her tongue along the entire length of my shaft has me ready to lose it. I’m almost mindless over wanting to thrust all the way to the back of her throat. But, I manage to keep it in check and instead, brush my thumbs against her jaw, silently telling her we’ll try it her way.
For a little while.
Those fiery green eyes of hers stay locked on me the entire time as her lips close around my cock and that hot, sexy mouth of hers takes every inch of me in. Deep. Perfect suction. Perfect fucking rhythm.
The growing fever racing through my bloodstream is starting to overrule all rational sense, overriding my ability to keep from shooting my cum down her tight little throat already.
See, this right here is why she can’t have control. I want to, need to, be the best damn sex of her life. Past, present, and future.
Especially her future.
Because I’m that guy. The one who thinks about the future. I have to be that guy. I’ve got a kid at home, tens of dozens of investors around the world, thousands of employees all across the country, and millions affected by the decisions I make. They’re all counting on me to have my shit together every second of every day. I’m connected to all of their futures.
But this is the first time in a really long while that my future feels connected to anyone but Hannah’s.
It’s damn unnerving.
All too soon, the pleasure is too fucking good and my brain is shutting down to the point where I almost take over then.
Almost.
She pulls back before I can though.
“Why’d you stop?” I ask hoarsely.
The determined expression she’s wearing tells me I’m not going to like what she does next.
She says simply, “It has to be a give and take with us, Logan. You can’t control everything all the time.” And with that, she sits back on her heels.
She wouldn’t.
