“Something.” She stated, still sounding very strange.
“Is everything alright?” Logan was beginning to worry because Sam never came to talk to him in his office. She was adamant that they not show any affection to one another during work hours. It wasn’t professional, she’d told him.
“It will be.” In a surprising move, Sam slipped off her sandal and put her foot on the edge of his chair, pushing him away from his desk.
“What’s going on, Sam?” Ok, so he was past the point of being worried.
“Nothing’s wrong.” She grinned for the first time since walking into his office. “I was just thinking.”
“About what?” Logan stared back at her, waiting.
“I was thinking how you work too hard.”
“Well, I’m not the only one, baby. It’s seven o’clock on a Friday night, and I’ve been waiting for you, remember?”
“That’s not entirely my fault.” She told him as she stood in front of him now, between him and his desk.
“No?” Logan saw something in her eyes, something akin to heat, and he wondered exactly what she was thinking.
“No. I’ve been waiting patiently for the rest of the team to go home.”
For what, he wondered.
When Sam went to her knees on the floor in front of him, Logan damn near choked. What the hell was she doing?
“I’ve been giving some serious thought to that fantasy of yours.” She told him as she reached for his belt buckle.
Logan sucked in a breath. He didn’t have to think too hard to know exactly which fantasy she was referring to. After all, they were in his office, and his sexy wife had just locked the door behind her.
“Yeah?” He encouraged her to keep talking. He loved when she told him in no uncertain detail exactly what she wanted to do to him.
Once she unhooked his belt, she moved on to the button and zipper of his slacks, expertly easing his now hard cock out of its confinement.
“I’ve been thinking about how good you taste.” Sam said as she leaned forward, placing a kiss to the swollen head, making his dick jump in her hand. When she sucked him into her mouth, he bit back a groan.
Unable to stop himself, Logan gripped her hair, pulling her closer to him as she sweetly loved his cock, licking and sucking like only Sam could do. “What else have you been thinking?”
Sam pulled him out of her mouth, using her lips to plant kisses down the shaft, sliding her tongue against the vein running down the underside, making his balls tighten painfully. If she wasn’t careful, he was going to come in her mouth right here.
“I’ve been thinking how hot it would be for you to fuck me in your office.”
Now that was surprising, given all of her reluctance at the office, but Logan was not about to point that out. Not when she was blowing his mind with her tongue. He didn’t say more, just held her head in his hand and slid his cock back into her mouth.
“Damn that’s good, baby. I love when you suck me.” He told her, holding her head still so he could control his movements. “Lick my balls.”
Sam did as he told her. She always did as he told her and she made sure he knew how much she enjoyed it. “Oh, damn, baby.” Logan groaned as she bathed him in moist heat. “I want you naked. Right fucking now.”
~*~*~
Logan’s vulgar tone turned her on and made her wet. She’d been battling a severe case of nerves all day as she planned out exactly how this was supposed to go. With Xavier out of town, Sam knew this was her one and only opportunity to give back to Logan for everything he’d given her.
He was the most unselfish man she’d ever met, and after all of the ways he pleasured her, Sam wanted to show him how much she loved him. It had been a huge risk coming into his office, but now that she was here, she wondered how they’d managed to avoid this all along. It was hotter than hell to have him in her mouth while she knelt on the floor behind his desk.
When he pulled away from her, fully expecting her to get naked, Sam did as he said. Within seconds, she had her jeans and t-shirt off and on the floor beside her while he was rapidly doing the same with his own clothes.
“On the desk.” He ordered her, and Sam eased up onto the wood, the laminated top cold on her butt.
“Spread your legs, Sam.”
Again she did as she was instructed, wondering how in the world the power had changed hands. Sam had fully anticipated coming in here and granting the man this one fantasy, but he’d easily turned the tables.
“Oh!” Sam moaned when Logan buried his tongue between her legs. He was using his thumbs to hold her swollen lips apart, his tongue delving into her. It was erotic, to say the least. She leaned up so she could watch him.
“I’ll never look at this desk the same again.” He told her as he licked gently back and forth before flicking his tongue against her clit.
“Yes. Right there.” Sam told him, wanting him to make her come because if he didn’t, she was going to explode anyway, just from watching him.
Logan sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue tormenting her until she couldn’t hold out. Gripping his head in her hands, she held him to her as her clit pulsed and throbbed. And then she exploded, her orgasm a violent pulse inside of her, making her muscles tense as she held his head between her legs.
“Damn that’s hot.” Logan said as he moved up her body, pulling her bottom to the edge of the desk. Thank goodness he was tall because he easily lined his body up with hers before sliding into her.
And yes, it was hot. Her skin was coated in perspiration, and her breathing was labored. The intensity of her orgasm had damn near drained her, but Logan was working furiously to build the next one that would likely blow her mind.
“Fuck.” Logan growled, lifting her legs until they were hanging over his arms. “You’re pussy’s so wet. So fucking tight.”
Logan rammed into her over and over, each thrust harder than the first. The desk was moving beneath her, but the only thing she could focus on was the heat reflected in his eyes.
“Come for me.” She told him, trying to take the reins once again. “You’re going to make me come, Logan.”
Logan leaned over her, pressing her thighs against her body as he fucked her relentlessly. He locked his gaze with hers. “I love you, Samantha.”
The words touched her just like they always did. Sam tightened her internal muscles, gripping him as hard as she could. “I love you too, Mr. McCoy.”
And with that, they exploded together, Logan’s mouth coming down on hers so they could inhale the groans that they wouldn’t have been able to stop.
~*~*~
Logan held Sam’s hand as they walked to the car. His mind was still racing and he was damn near hard as a rock again, wanting her. She’d blown his mind yet again, but then again, he’d come to expect it from her.
Sam might not realize it, but she had walked into his life and since that day he’d been mesmerized with her. Everything about her. She’d gifted him with her love, and because of that, he knew that he would go to the ends of the earth to make her happy.
“So?” He asked when they reached the car.
“So what?” Sam asked, smiling up at him.
“How in the world do you plan to top that one?”
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something.” She told him, leaning up to kiss him.
Logan pulled her against him, holding her close and loving every second of having her in his arms. “I’m not sure anything will be as good as that was.”
“I’m thinking we should rent a room at the club. That might inspire some ideas.” Sam stated when Logan opened the car door for her.
“Baby, I think you’re addicted to sex.” Logan smiled, then groaned. The woman was going to kill him. And boy what a way to go.
“No, not sex. I’m addicted to you.” Sam grinned.
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Chapter One
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“Club Destiny.” Luke didn’t bother trying to hide the gruff irritation in his voice when he clicked the answer button on his cell phone and all but slammed it against his ear. The damn thing had been ringing nonstop for the last two hours, so he’d stopped bothering to look at the screen before he answered.
“Hey, bro. What’s going on?” Logan, Luke’s nothing-if-not-persistent twin brother, greeted back, seemingly immune to Luke’s umbrage.
Flying under the radar for the last two months had taken some creative manipulation, but Luke had pulled it off, making a full-fledged effort to work on some of his own personal issues. Nonetheless, said personal issues were not resolved, but he found himself right back in the thick of things once again. He shouldn’t be surprised that his brother was calling, and he wasn’t really, he just wasn’t in the mood to talk to him considering the ass chewing he was expecting.
“Not a damn thing. What about you?” He barked back, walking through the main floor of his club on the way to his office.
He’d spent the better part of the morning with Club Destiny’s head bar manager, going through their weekly order, and trying his damnedest to get back into the groove. Between that and answering the phone, he hadn’t had a minute to himself. Which in his current state was probably not a bad thing.
“Glad you could make it back.” Logan said, and Luke heard his brother’s sarcasm, as well as his frustration, but at the moment, he didn’t give a damn.
“What do you want?” Luke made it to his second floor office and slammed the door behind him.
Thankfully there were only a handful of people at the club that early in the day since they weren’t open to the general public yet. Only members were allowed in during the morning hours, and they all knew to give him a wide berth on a good day. Unfortunately for them, today wasn’t a good day.
Even with the few familiar faces he’d seen that morning, Luke’s only desire was to be left alone. Although he’d managed to abandon his responsibilities, as well as any of his personal relationships for the last eight weeks, Luke still wasn’t in the mood to be around anyone, and he wasn’t keen on the idea of talking to his brother either.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” His brother never did have a problem calling him to the carpet so to speak, and apparently, Logan wasn’t in much of a better mood than he was.
Which was surprising with all that had apparently happened to Logan during the time that Luke had been away. The man was a husband now, for Christ sake. That alone should make his brother much more pleasant than he currently was.
With a silent groan, Luke flopped down into the high back executive chair that he managed to occupy for at least a few hours every day. Glancing around the immaculate office, gleaming with hardwood and soft, iridescent lighting, he tried to remember what made him find comfort in the place.
Oh wait. He didn’t.
The oversized mahogany desk, the full size, distressed leather sofa, and the intricate, way overpriced designer rug had been someone’s idea of soothing. Instead, the result was just fucking ugly. And the confined feeling that overcame him when he walked in didn’t help either. Without windows, the not so small space seemed more like a broom closet than an office.
Even after spending thousands of dollars on some highly recommended interior designer, Luke hadn’t felt comfortable in the space. Which explained why he spent most of his time down in the club or caught up on the mountains of endless paperwork from home.
Despite his discomfort with enclosed spaces, the club as a whole offered him a sense of peace that was absent from his personal life, thanks to his own demons that managed to haunt him day and night like a bad case of the flu. Rational decisions weren’t generally on Luke’s short list of things to do, so purchasing the club ranked right up there with one of the best he could come up with in quite some time.
Though he often wondered if the club actually intensified those demons.
Remembering that he still held the phone to his ear, and his brother wasn’t going to wait patiently for long, Luke answered. “Just trying to get some shit done around here.” And not succeeding worth a damn.
Luke almost felt guilty for directing his annoyance at his brother, knowing the other man had spent the last two months trying to juggle his own responsibilities, including a full time job and apparently a new wife, along with covering for Luke’s absence at the club. Yes, the wife part had been a surprise because when Luke had left town, Logan and Samantha were only dating. When he came back… Bam! – new sister-in-law.
For some unexplained reason, just the thought of Samantha had Luke’s body going instantly hard. Most likely that was due to the fact that he’d known Sam intimately, on more than one occasion, thanks to the few times Logan had invited him to be the third. The remembered feel of Sam against him, or her hot, sweet mouth on him, had Luke almost longing for another encounter with her. Almost being the key word.
Since his personal demons had begun making a daily visit, Luke had sworn off those little sexcapades.
Granted, Luke liked Sam. And as far as Logan went, she was a perfect match for him.
The fact that they had gotten married shouldn’t surprise him as much as it did. Or perhaps the fact that his identical twin brother hadn’t bothered to mention that little tidbit of information prior to Luke taking some time off was what kept throwing him off. Either way, he tried not to think about it too much. Especially knowing that what they had shared before could never be again, especially after that last night…
Luke brushed off the thought. He didn’t have time to dwell on what couldn’t be.
“I’m glad you’re back, Luke, but we need to talk.” Though Logan’s tone was slightly less frustrated than before, Luke easily picked up on the insistence his twin had thrown in for good measure. Luke hated when his brother did that shit. He’d much rather face the anger than to have to face the fact that he had let his brother down.
“Then talk.” Luke stated, leaning back in his chair, thinking twice about propping his size 15 boots up on the polished wood top.
He could almost predict what Logan wanted to talk about after all their twin bond was strong, and for most of their lives, they could finish each other’s sentences, sometimes even knew what the other was going to say before they said anything at all. And now wasn’t much different.
“I’ll drop by around lunchtime. Don’t disappear on me.” Logan stated flatly before the line disconnected.
“Sonuvabitch.” Luke mumbled to no one in particular. He might deserve to have Logan show up on his doorstep and read him the riot act, but it didn’t mean he was going to be happy about it.
Luke hit the switch to turn on his computer screen so he could scan through his recent emails. While he had been away, he’d managed to stay on top of things as best he could. He couldn’t abandon his responsibilities altogether, though he’d been so fucked up in the head that he had wanted to. Even now he had a hard time keeping his focus. So many things had happened in the last couple of months, Luke wasn’t sure he knew which way was up anymore.
As much as he wanted to blame everything on what had happened that last night with Logan and Samantha, Luke knew he couldn’t do that. Sam might’ve come into Logan’s life, and in turn Luke’s, but the woman hadn’t done anything specific that would have thrown Luke’s life off course the way it had been. No, he only had himself to blame for that, but his own denial wouldn’t allow him to admit that either.
“Fuck.” Luke ground out as he pushed out of his chair, nearly sending the damn thing over backward. He had too much shit to do to sit around pondering the reasons why he felt so off kilter lately.
He should just leave again, take another extended vacation and get away by himself. Not that it would do him any good. After all, he’d spent the better part of two months doing exactly that and lo
ok where it had gotten him.
Not a damn place.
Resigning himself to staying at the club and attempting to take care of business, Luke grabbed an invoice off of his desk and headed back downstairs to talk to Kane Steele, his bar manager. According to their earlier conversation, it appeared that there were some issues with the deliveries while Luke had been away.
Either that or someone was fucking with him and stealing his inventory. Luke didn’t even want to contemplate that happening; Heaven help the asshole who would be brave enough to steal from him in the first place.
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Sierra Sellers wasn’t all that enthusiastic with the idea of being set up, regardless of how hot and mysterious – her mother’s words, not hers – the man might be. Apparently her mother was under the impression that Sierra needed a date, and rather than asking her if she were capable of finding one on her own, Veronica Sellers had chosen to make her own arrangements. Those arrangements had led to Sierra piling into the backseat of Logan McCoy’s supercharged Cadillac CTS while he and his wife talked quietly in the front seats.
After a very brief, very one sided conversation with her mother, Sierra had resigned herself to this outing. Very reluctantly she might add. Veronica’s argument consisted of the words “new to Dallas”, followed by “essential to network”, with the cherry on top of the conversational sundae being “get your business established”.
So, no, Sierra hadn’t come up with a strong enough excuse not to go along with her mother’s logic, though she still didn’t understand how a date was going to help her in that regard.
When Veronica had mentioned that XTX – the company her mother worked for – was holding their annual vendors conference in just two days, Sierra hadn’t thought anything of it. Why would she? XTX didn’t have anything to do with the interior design company that Sierra had yet to even name.
Only when Veronica mentioned that the conference was in Las Vegas had Sierra’s ears even perked up. And here she was, on the next leg of this journey that she only hoped would turn out the way her mother intended.
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