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by Nicole Edwards


  “I usually bring a couple of guys from the office, and we just hang out, sometimes fish. Although, I’m not much of a fisherman, but they seem to enjoy it.”

  “A man who doesn’t like to fish? I didn’t know they even existed.” She teased.

  “You’re funny.” He responded sarcastically, letting one hand roam up her leg. He felt her shiver and this time he didn’t think it had anything to do with fear. “Do you want to see the rest of the boat? I had it stocked with things for lunch, figuring we could spend a few hours out here.”

  “Sure.”

  Logan helped her to stand, and they walked toward the cabin door, which stood open and welcoming. He had to duck in order to make it inside, but once he was in, he could stand at his full height.

  Once inside, Sam released his hand and took in the surroundings. The brightly polished stainless steel and glass that decorated the interior was part of the reason Logan purchased this particular model. The large booth surrounding a solid wood table and the large flat panel television were things he added after the fact.

  “Would you like something to drink?” Logan continued to the kitchen as he gave Sam a minute to familiarize herself with the interior.

  When she murmured a “no, thank you”, he felt a sense of pride, liking that he could impress her. Logan opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water and unscrewed the lid. Before he took the first drink, Sam was walking toward him.

  “What is that room?” Sam asked when she stopped behind him.

  The kitchen was small, a little smaller than the one in Sam’s apartment and the thought brought back memories of the night before, when he’d had her on the counter, the warmth of her body filling his hands.

  He set the water bottle on the counter and turned back to her, slowly crowding her until she was pressed up against the wall closest to the room she had pointed to. He was relieved when her arms went up around him, her body loose and inviting against his.

  “The bedroom.” He replied, staring down at her and giving her his most mischievous smile.

  Logan couldn’t resist the temptation to kiss her. He wanted to taste her, to feel her. Her fingers slid up the back of his neck and into his hair, causing his body to harden more than he thought possible. He was in a constant state of arousal and had been since the first day he saw her in the office. He wanted desperately to see how responsive she would be to his touch. How she would react to him and how she would return the pleasure he could give her.

  As the images flashed through his mind, he crushed his mouth to hers, taking her hard and fast. Her mouth opened to his, her tongue darting out, while the soft moan escaping her sent chills over him.

  He felt the desire to dominate her, to take her to the floor, or against the wall, and thrust hard and fast into her until she was screaming beneath him. That feeling warred with the need to take her gently and ravage her entire body with his tongue.

  He was unquestionably a dominating, controlling man, always had been. When it came to sex, those desires often came out in full force. With Sam, it was as if he needed to own her, to know she belonged to him and him only.

  All of the things he longed to do to her, with her. They were on constant replay in his mind, contributing to his permanent hard on and making it harder than hell to control himself when she was around. Part of him worried what she would think, what she would do when he took control. As strong and independent as she was, he thought she might be challenged by him. But the way she gave herself over to him so easily made Logan believe it was something she needed.

  “Baby, you make me crazy.” He said when he tore his mouth from hers, leaning against her, his lips resting against the sensitive area where her neck and her shoulder met. She smelled like heaven and sin mixed into one.

  He’d had a dream the night before, one of those erotic fantasies that left him unsatisfied and wanting when he awoke. In the dream, he’d dominated her, had her begging for a release that he held just out of her reach. Instead of fighting him, she’d succumbed to his every command, allowed him to pleasure her in ways she’d never imagined.

  As he stood in the dim light of the cabin, her small, soft body pressed between him and the wall, Logan had the sudden urge to make her strip. To get completely naked and offer herself to him. Only he knew with Sam, they might eventually get to that point, but he had to take it slow. He had to ease her into it, let her know that although he could command her to do whatever he wanted, she still had complete control of him. In every way.

  Before he did something as dumb as stripping them both down and burying himself deep inside of her right then and there, he had to put on the brakes. There was plenty of time for that later.

  “Lunch?” He asked as he pulled away, readjusting himself, still fighting to maintain his control. He didn’t want to scare her by moving too fast. He didn’t want her thinking sex was the only thing he was after. And it wasn’t, but there was such a strong pull between them he had to keep reminding himself that.

  “Sure.” Sam replied, breathless.

  Was that disappointment he heard in her voice? He grinned, knowing Sam would eventually give herself over to him completely, he just had to time it right.

  “Ok, we’ll have lunch, and then we can go topside and relax for a while. I can’t wait to see you without all of those damned clothes on.” He smiled and turned away, toward the kitchen, reminding himself he had promised to court her, not ravish her.

  It might kill him, but he had to keep his hands to himself. He wanted to be with her, near her, inside of her – no – not inside of her. That would come later. After he proved to her that he was interested in her more than just her body. But, what a hot little body it was.

  ~*~*~

  Lunch was eaten on the sundeck, where Logan and Sam spent a long time talking. The conversation ventured toward work, and Sam was relieved that it wasn’t awkward to discuss some of the issues she’d uncovered since she started at the Dallas office. He wasn’t acting like her boss, but she could see him mentally archiving the information for later. She had a sudden need to clarify for him.

  “I’m not telling you this so you can go off and change things. I know what I’m doing and I’m more than capable of making decisions. I just want to be able to talk to you.”

  “I hear you.”

  His deep laugh sent chills down Sam’s spine. God this man was sexy.

  Logan continued to explain. “This is something new for me. I’ll do my best to treat this as a casual conversation, and I’ll let you do your job without interference. I expect when you need my help, you’ll come to me during work hours. Deal?”

  “Deal.” Sam confirmed, continuing to watch him. He still didn’t have a shirt on and the play of his muscles was making her hungry… for something other than the delicious lunch they’d shared.

  “I mean anything, Sam.”

  Sam smiled. She couldn’t make any promises while they were in the office because when they were there, it was all business. But, right now, right here… She was all about going to him.

  “Anything, huh?” Taking a chance, Sam pushed away from the table, and joined him on the lounge chair he had moved to earlier.

  She felt his gaze caress over her, feeling totally naked as she stood before him in only the small black bikini she’d worn under her clothes. When they’d first come to the deck, the sun shining overhead, she took advantage of being outside, removing her t-shirt and shorts.

  It was actually Logan’s idea, and when he made the suggestion – what sounded more like a command than anything – Sam had seen the intensity in his gaze and decided to go for it.

  Standing before him now, a tremor ran through her, and it had nothing to do with the temperature outside and everything to do with the way Logan looked at her.

  Sam’s nipples hardened beneath the flimsy material that barely covered her pertinent assets. She spent a lot of time in the gym, and she watched what she ate, both allowing her to be fairly comfortable with the way sh
e looked, which was a good thing right then because with Logan’s eyes essentially touching every inch of her, Sam fought the urge to cover herself.

  When she approached, a slight surge of disappointment trickled through her when he didn’t attempt to pull her closer; instead, he rolled to his back, placing his hands behind his head, fingers clasped together. The position sent some naughty thoughts dancing through her head, and that mischievous grin of his said that’s what he was aiming for.

  “That’s a good position for you.” Sam moved closer, letting her eyes roam over him the way he had done her only moments before. She admired his hard, muscular chest, the rippled outline of his abs, and the hard ridge of his erection she could see outlined beneath his shorts. At least he was just as affected as she was by the situation.

  “And what do you plan to do to me?” His voice was husky, the anticipation she felt reflected in his tone.

  “Whatever I want.”

  Always in control in the office, Sam found it difficult to maintain the dominant role where Logan was concerned. As much as she wanted to learn every hard plane and angle of his body, she wasn’t nearly as experienced as she pretended to be. But this was a new experience for her, and she had already resigned herself to go for it. What could it hurt?

  Sam straddled his legs, fighting back the nerves attacking her insides as she glided forward to align with his hips and pressed intimately against him. When his stomach muscles bunched and contracted, she felt a renewed sense of determination.

  He kept his hands in place, leaving him open and vulnerable to whatever she chose to do. Sam couldn’t resist placing her hands on his stomach and dragging her nails lightly up toward his chest, her fingers tangling in the light dusting of hair.

  “You better be sure of what you want, Sam.”

  It was a rough warning, emphasized by his harsh tone and labored breathing. He was losing control, and the idea of that had moisture pooling between her legs, her clit pulsing with the need to press harder against him to assuage the ache growing deeper and deeper. As she did just that, stimulating herself with the steely edge of his cock, she knew exactly what she wanted.

  “What if I asked you to lose control with me?”

  “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Another warning from him.

  She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest, her lips finding his neck. The temptation was so strong, giving her more courage than she knew she had. She let her tongue glide along his collar bone, tasting him, reveling in the feel of his sun warmed skin against her tongue, the masculine, musky scent that was powerful enough to curl her toes.

  But she didn’t stop there; she let her tongue trail down his chest, stopping at his sexy, male nipple, her teeth gently nipping the small, brown disk, causing his body to flex violently beneath her. His physical reaction flooded her with power and a desperate need to please him. She was in control, and he was letting her take the reins, which she figured wasn’t an easy feat for Logan.

  Just as he started to move his arms, she placed her hands on his rock solid biceps, holding them in place.

  “Stop.” She said as she lifted her head, “You’ll have your turn later.”

  The sun was beating down on her back, a slight breeze flowing over them, but Sam didn’t care about where they were or what else was going on. She had this beautiful man stretched out beneath her, giving her the chance to do whatever she chose to him. And she had so many ideas, all of them ending in his pleasure. And hers.

  She trailed her lips to his other nipple, giving it the same attention. Nipping, suckling, and relishing the taste of him as he groaned loudly, the vibration rumbling through her core. She admired his ability to keep his hands in place, but she could feel the way he was grinding his erection against her clit.

  In order to halt his ministrations, Sam sat up, pressing her body into him, slowing his ability to stimulate her even more. She ran her fingertips from his neck down to his navel, then slowly slid two fingers under the waistband of his shorts.

  Looking around to ensure they didn’t have an audience, Sam was content to see that they were, in fact, the only boat in the near vicinity, so she turned her attention back to Logan.

  She reached behind her and untied the string that kept her bikini top in place behind her back, then she slid the scraps of fabric over her head. Her breasts were firm and round, her nipples hard from her arousal, and she watched as Logan couldn’t tear his eyes away. When he licked his lips, she fought the urge to lean forward and offer herself to him.

  This wasn’t about her.

  “You’re tempting a very hungry man, baby. You can’t expect a man to keep any promises when you do things like that.”

  Sam liked the way he talked to her, the intensity of his meaning had her pussy clenching, her stomach tightening. The way his voice broke from his apparent restraint was all the more arousing.

  “As I said before, you’ll get your turn in a little while, right now, this is my time. Keep your hands where they are, and I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

  She resumed her previous explorations, allowing her fingertips to trail once again down the dark patch of hair that disappeared inside of his shorts. This time, she went a little further, letting her fingertips glide over the engorged head of his cock, lingering a moment on the tip.

  Logan flinched when she gently brushed against the mushroomed head, her fingers sliding down the sensitive underside of his shaft. She was empowered and in control of the outcome, and she let all of her inhibitions go. She slid her body back slightly, giving her more room to rub her hand on his shaft.

  “Sam, I’m fucking warning you now. I can’t take much more.”

  Logan sounded as though he meant what he said, but Sam wanted to push him to his limits. She liked that he was losing control; she loved how he responded to what she was doing.

  The pleasure she derived from watching him was nearly as good as an orgasm. Her hand still hidden inside his shorts, she closed her fist around him and ignored his warning.

  “It’s still my turn.” She reminded him, but his eyes were closed, and his chest was heaving.

  She stroked him slowly, letting her fingers glide through the precum pooling at the tip. She wanted to see him, wanted to taste him. With as much grace as she could muster, Sam untied his shorts and slid them down his legs while she still remained straddling him, her breasts on full display.

  “Sam, this is your last warning, baby.” He said as every muscle in his body tightened.

  Well, then she still had one more chance. She smiled at him, resumed her position above his knees, then leaned over, one hand stroking his cock as she slid her mouth over the head.

  His entire body flexed, his legs locked beneath her, but she continued, lowering her mouth over him until she felt him at the back of her throat. She used her tongue and her lips to devour him, sucking vigorously and enjoying the way he tried to hang on to the last thread of control.

  “Fuck!” Logan groaned, and Sam couldn’t stop the answering moan that tore through her at the sheer eroticism of the act. As she slowly sucked him deeper, letting her tongue slide back and forth, she realized she wanted him to let go completely.

  Logan’s eyes locked with hers, and she fought the urge to increase her suction, rather giving in to the desperate need to take things slow. She sat up, noticing some of the tension ease from him, until she untied the strings on each side of her hips, and then slowly pulled the last piece of black fabric that covered her and tossed it to the ground beside them.

  She was now completely naked, perspiration coating her skin, her nipples pebbled and her pussy wet and aching for him. At that point, they could have had an audience, but Sam didn’t care. They had a small measure of privacy, hidden by the sides of the boat, but she knew she could be seen with her naked breasts out for the world to see, if anyone came by.

  It was time to get him just as naked because she wasn’t finished with him. Sam pushed his shorts furthe
r down his legs until he was able to flip them off and they landed on the deck at the end of the chair. She admired the view for longer than she intended, memorizing his masculine beauty.

  This time, Sam lowered herself to her knees, pushing Logan’s legs apart and maneuvering between them. His eyes were open, and he was watching her intently, and Sam found she wanted his eyes on her. The voyeuristic aspect turned her on more.

  As he watched, she slowly slid her tongue along the underside of his shaft, curling her tongue around him. The animalistic groan that tore from his chest sent juices flooding between her legs. She was so wet, and it was all due to her giving him pleasure.

  She maintained a consistent balance of licking and sucking, her eyes staying locked on his, watching the pleasure that contorted his features giving her the power to continue. When she took him completely in her mouth this time, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, Logan’s body jerked in response, his head tilted back, and more expletives escaped him.

  He was hanging on to the last vestiges of control, and she wanted to send him over the edge, bring him to his knees so to speak. Sending him the message that this wasn’t all about her, but rather what she could do for him, for his pleasure. That’s what she wanted him to know. She would take whatever he would give her, but she would give back just as much.

  Stroking one hand down his shaft, Sam cupped his balls, massaging them gently as she used her other hand to stroke him and guide him in and out of her mouth. He was so large; his cock was long and thick as she allowed it to go as far as she could take it. Quickening her pace, she sucked, teased, and worked to send him over.

  Suddenly, his hands flew out from behind his head; he partially sat upright, gripping her hair, forcing her head down as he thrust into her mouth. She was taken totally by surprise, but the control he exerted had her body tensing, as she fought to hang on to her own release.

  “Sam, I’m going to fucking come.” His breathing was erratic, his hands fisting in her hair and his words shot her higher, her own release imminent. And he hadn’t even touched her.

 

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