Bound to Ecstasy

by Vonna Harper, P. F. Kozak

  Logan was enjoying it as much as she, but knew he had to stop her before he did something she may not necessarily be ready for. “Hey,” he whispered in her ear and stilled her motions. “Slow down—reel it in, Lady T. I’m not wearing a condom and this ass of yours is giving me definite ideas. Kinky, dirty ones.”

  It was hard, but Chloe made herself stop. “Just hurry up!” she demanded breathlessly.

  “Well, you know what they say,” Logan began as he lightly licked the back of her bent neck from her hairline to the first round bone pushing against her skin. “Patience is a virtue,” he finished right before he bit down on that bone, causing her to jerk in his hands and let out a brief scream. He smiled against her skin and put his agile tongue to further use, sliding it slickly down until he had reached the bottom of her spine.

  He stopped. He could feel her holding her breath, waiting for what he would do next. When her breath shuddered out, he held her by her hips and pressed open-mouthed wet kisses across her lower back, growling when her body released her essence to burst forth into the air. Her smell invaded his nostrils and he greedily sucked it in as he bathed the two dimples at the top of her butt with his tongue. He licked and sucked at her and couldn’t get enough of the clean, sweet taste of her skin.

  His mouth worshipped at the altar of what he’d come to think of as “the great ass.” Each scrape of his teeth, each lick of his tongue, every whisper of his breath against her taut, sensitive skin was homage to the needy, voracious lust that had grabbed ahold of him the moment he saw her, and it rode him still. There was no appeasing it and he gladly let it take control, biting down fiercely on one butt cheek and making her buck against him and moan her surprise and impatience.

  The heady, musky smell emanating from between her thighs beckoned him until his face was pressed between her thighs and he was licking her anywhere his tongue could reach. It wasn’t enough and abruptly he pulled away to lie on his back so his face was beneath her body, directly in line with her quickening mound.

  “I need to taste. Lower yourself,” he demanded and wrapped his arms around her upper thighs to do it himself. His mouth was already open when he forcefully slammed her down on his face. She cried out and he suckled harder. The taste of her just made him want more, and the more she bounced, squirmed, and moaned, the tighter he held her. Her thighs were quivering, her voice was getting hoarse, and he was getting hungrier. He craned his neck to follow the rise and fall of her body, eating her out and gulping down every drop of cream that leaked from her body. His hunger would not, could not be satisfied and he let it have its way.

  The pleasure was close to unbearable. Chloe clutched at the headboard and tried not to claw her way through the wood. She fell forward and felt his hands tighten on her thighs and spread them even further apart. His tongue and teeth seemed to be everywhere at once and she couldn’t get ahold of her senses. She was in agony, riding his face and listening to the slurping sounds he made as he devoured her. She actually felt her toes curl when he tongued the sensitive insides of her labia, first one and then the other. She felt on fire and the heat only intensified as he feasted, sucking her clitoris to the roof of his mouth and grazing it with his teeth. And God help her, she fed herself to him, blindly grinding herself into his face. Working on self-motivated instinct, she closed her knees around his head, ensuring that she got as much of the intense pleasure as she could.

  When he gently bit down on her labia and opened his mouth wide enough to suck them entirely inside, sucking and slurping while his tongue worked its way into her opening, she gladly said good-bye to her sanity. It was too much…too intense…too perfect to take and she struggled to get away.

  But he held her securely in his grip, licking, sucking, lapping, drinking until she had gone even beyond wild and her mind emptied of everything but the insanity of the moment. Her thighs shook, her arms quivered under the strain, and she rode his mouth and screamed until she couldn’t do either anymore.

  Logan felt her weight fall away from his body and released her from his grasp. She didn’t make a sound and he knew she was exhausted. He took her by her waist and gently laid her on her back on the bed, smiling when she said a tired “thank you.”

  “Don’t thank me yet, baby,” he said roughly, right before he opened her legs and buried his rock-hard penis inside her in one swift motion. “That’s right, sweetheart,” he encouraged when she wrapped both her legs and arms around him at the same time. “Hold on tight.”

  3

  Logan held “Trixie” in his arms and thought about the night he’d just had with her. Four times. They’d made love four times and he still wanted more of her. He’d been greedy and sometimes a little rough, but she’d been right there with him, even initiating it herself the last time. He stared into the darkness. Not for the first time, he wondered if she’d let him in enough to really get to know her, or if they would go back to their normal lives when morning broke.

  She murmured something in her sleep and he focused his attention on her again. He lifted her hand to kiss her long, tapered fingers and was reminded that he was annoyed. He rose naked from the bed and stalked over to the desk where she’d dropped her purse earlier in the evening. Picking up the small, expensive bag, he opened it and rooted around inside until he found what he wanted.

  He walked back to the bed and sat near her hip, turning on the lamp and adjusting it so that the light was shining directly in her face.

  “Hey!” Chloe came out of a deep sleep. Artificial light was always the one thing guaranteed to wake her up. “Logan!” she protested.

  In answer, he said three words. “Put them on.”

  Chloe looked at the marquis diamond ring and matching gold band he was holding out to her (practically shoving them in her face, actually) and then looked back up at his face. It wasn’t happy. She took the rings and slid them back on, pouting all the while because she knew she was in for a fight. “Now, be reasonable, Lo—”

  “No. There was no reason to take them off in the first place.”

  “I disagree. I wanted the game to be authentic, so I couldn’t very well walk into Clancy’s with my rings on. Then you would have known that I was married.”

  “Well,” Logan began calmly. “Seeing as you’re married to me, there was no way I couldn’t have known.”

  Chloe’s bottom lip poked out even farther at that bit of logic. “Oh, you know what I mean, Logan. Stop being obtuse.”

  “You know I’m right, Chlo. Just don’t ever take them off again. I don’t care what game we’re playing.”

  Now Chloe smiled. “But you have to admit, the game brought a whole new level of excitement to the mix, didn’t it?”

  He leaned in to press a kiss to her mouth. “Yes, it was exciting. But then again, I get excited just looking at you. It’s been that way for a long time—from the minute I met you, in fact.”

  “We only met seven months ago,” she reminded him.

  “Exactly, and I’ve been excited ever since.”

  She chuckled and put her arms around his neck, rubbing her nipples against his hairy chest. “I’m so glad you’re back.”

  He held her waist. “And I’m glad to be back. Now behave and stop tempting me. You know you’re not ready to go again.”

  “I know, but I missed you,” she said plaintively and kissed his chin.

  “I missed you too, baby,” Logan said and kissed the top of her head. “Right now we’re going to bed,” he said.

  Chloe released him to lie back down. She was sore, yes, but she still wanted him between her thighs again. She had a healthy sexual appetite. Truth be told, she was just an undercover freak, but not many people knew that. Not even Logan, really. He knew that she loved sex and that she wanted to have it as frequently as possible, but he didn’t know about her secret desires. Tonight was the first time she’d given him even a glimpse of that side of her.

  “So, were you completely shocked when you called from Cleveland and I asked you to play thi
s game with me?” she asked him once he was lying beside her in bed.

  “Shocked isn’t really the word,” Logan said. “Surprised is a better one.”

  “Really? I didn’t shock you?”

  “No, I know what a complete sex fiend you are. Now, I can’t say that I was expecting you to call with the idea of pretending to be strangers—clichéd as it was—but it isn’t a complete surprise that you wanted to play a game.”

  “Clichéd! Huh, I thought it was creative.”

  “Oh, come on, Chloe. Picking up a stranger in a smoky dive isn’t clichéd to you?”

  “Hmph. Whatever, Logan. It made you hard,” she reminded him.

  “Even clichés have their uses,” he said with a wicked grin.

  Chloe sighed. That darn grin of his always made her hot. It was pure sin. Logan knew it, and was unapologetic about it. All he had to do was flash it at her and she was clenching her thighs together so her “homegirl” below wouldn’t attack him. This time Chloe ignored her and laughed at the grin. “I knew you’d love it.”

  “Oh, yeah. It was definitely hot. Even your nervousness and then your sass turned me on. And I just loved the name Trixie,” he said so that she understood that he didn’t. He laughed when she frowned.

  “Well, you weren’t much better, Rod. How original.”

  “I was just trying to show you that I could be just as uninspired as you.”

  “Ha.”

  “So, why’d you do it? What made you come up with the idea in the first place?”

  “I thought of it after you’d been gone for two days. I was inspired by the fact that I missed you and I thought it would be great for both of us.”

  “Well, it certainly is different from what I’m used to getting when I come home from a trip,” he said. “It beats the hell out of a simple ride home from the airport.”

  “I thought it might.”

  “Putting some of my old work clothes in the backseat of the car so I could change when I landed at the airport was a stroke of genius.”

  “It added to the appeal of the game: Wealthy woman picks up unknown, blue-collar man in bar. Just the forbidden feel of it made me hot.”

  “Little liar. You’re almost always hot,” he teased.

  “True,” she admitted with a sigh. She studied him from beneath her lashes, wishing she could share everything with him. He had loved her idea tonight, but she didn’t know if he’d be ready for, or accepting of her secret. She’d never even thought to be ashamed of it until she’d met Logan’s boss. She sighed. It was all about perception, and she didn’t want to jeopardize her husband’s job.

  Logan felt the sudden tension in the quiet. “What is it, sweetheart?”

  Chloe looked into his eyes and then away again. She couldn’t do it. What if he didn’t understand or couldn’t forgive her? “Hmm? Nothing.”

  Logan hid his disappointment. He knew that there was something she was keeping from him and it bothered the living hell out of him.

  “Anyway, how was Cleveland?” she began. “Did you get the contract?” He was the vice president of one of the largest building firms in the country and for the past few months, he’d been courting the city government of Cleveland for a multimillion-dollar complex the city wanted to build to draw in more tourists.

  “It went well, I think. It’s just a matter of convincing city planners that an out-of-town firm is a better choice than a locally owned one.”

  “When do you expect a final decision? They’ve been putting you guys through hoops for weeks now.”

  “It should come within a month or so.”

  “Oh, that would be awesome. If you get this contract for the firm, you’ll be a shoo-in for the presidency.”

  “Carter hasn’t officially announced his retirement—it’s just a rumor so far. And besides, even though Carter is ready to retire and I’ve been one of his right-hand men for at least two years, I know the fact that I’m only thirty bothers him. He’s old school and believes that youth equals irresponsibility.”

  “That can’t be true, otherwise he wouldn’t have trusted you for the past couple of years,” Chloe pointed out.

  “Trusting someone to help run the company is not the same as trusting someone to run the company itself,” Logan said and yawned.

  “And I suppose your meeting and marrying me all within four months doesn’t help the situation, does it? He probably thinks you’re really irresponsible now.”

  Logan saw that she was really worried and kissed her forehead. “Actually, sweetheart, you don’t know this, but at the wedding, he took me aside and told me how pleased he was that I bit the bullet and did the right thing by you and married you.”

  Chloe frowned and leaned on her elbow to look at him. “Come again?”

  “He thought you were pregnant.”

  “No way!”

  “Yep, I’m afraid so. He went on and on about how rare it is these days to see a young man like myself stepping up and doing the right thing.”

  “Well, I know you set him straight on the matter.”

  “Damn right, I did,” he said with a definitive nod. “I told him that I couldn’t do anything less. Of course I would marry you when you were three months preg—” The rest of what he was going to say was cut off by a mouthful of pillow.

  “Don’t play, Logan. You better not have told him that.”

  Logan laughed as he removed the pillow. “Relax. I’m just kidding. Of course I told him the truth.”

  “And that is?”

  “That I fell in love with you almost the second I saw you, and the only reason we weren’t married any sooner is because I had a hell of a time convincing you not to be so conventional.”

  Chloe leaned over to peck him on the lips. “And aren’t you lucky that your powers of persuasion are so powerful?” she teased.

  “Yes, I am,” he agreed in all seriousness as he pulled her back down in his arms, where she put a leg over his thighs and rested her head on his chest. He caressed the back of her leg from knee to butt.

  “Mmmm, that feels good,” Chloe murmured sleepily as the effects of the day caught up with her once again. “Logan?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Are you sure that marrying me so quickly won’t affect your career? I mean, Mr. Carter is so cautious and conventional himself—ten times more than I am.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he reassured her. “Everything will be fine.”

  “I hope you’re right. I’d hate to be the cause of any trouble for you.”

  “You’re not, and even if you were, it wouldn’t change how I feel about you. I love you, Chloe.” Again Logan tried to reassure her, hoping she’d tell him what the big secret was.

  “I love you, too.” Chloe yawned and closed her eyes.

  Long after she’d fallen asleep against him, Logan remained awake thinking. He knew Chloe was keeping something from him. He’d known that since he’d met her. He could have found out long ago what it was, but he wanted her to tell him. He knew that she worried about appearances, especially when it came to his relationship with his boss. He’d told her from the beginning that his boss was a conservative stick-in-the-mud and she also knew how hard he’d worked to get to the current position he held now. She was always the proper, little conservative wife in public.

  She was wild in bed, but he suspected that even there she was keeping something from him—something he’d never find out unless she told him. But it wasn’t just that that kept him up. He had a feeling that she was hiding something from her past. She always threw out little hints that she was. He knew that she was testing him to see what kind of reaction he would have. He was tired of that, too. If there was something to tell him, then she should just tell him.

  He could seduce it out of her or get it out of her by sheer persistence, or he could have her investigated, but he rejected all of those methods. She had to tell him on her own, and she would. It was a matter of trust.

  Logan pushed through the double doors
of Carter Building and Contracting.

  “Oh, Mr. Carnegie, hi. Welcome back.”

  Logan smiled at the receptionist. “Thanks, Kara,” he said and made his way through the maze of cubicles back to the part of the floor that held the executive offices.

  “Good morning, Liddy,” he greeted his assistant, who also happened to be his wife’s first cousin and best friend.

  “Good morning, Rod…uh, I mean Logan,” she teased.

  Logan stopped in his tracks to give her a stern look. “So the Johnson party line has already been activated this morning, huh?” He made a point of looking at his watch. “Hmm, and it’s already a quarter to eight. You guys are slipping.”

  “Not. We talked just after you woke her up at the ungodly hour of six to check out of the hotel. You were in the shower at the time.”

  “Lydia, I will always be grateful to you for introducing me to the woman I love, but,” he cautioned her when she grinned her satisfaction, “make no mistake: you need to stay out of my business.”

  “Oh, pooh.” She dismissed his demand with a wave of her hand. “The girl never gives me any dirty details. All I know about last night is that she was ‘Trixie,’ you were ‘Rod,’ and you left the bar and went to the hotel and had a long, satisfying night. The spigot of knowledge was cruelly shut off after that.”

  “You should know, Lydia, that that doesn’t exactly comfort me,” he told her with a frown.

  “Why? You know I would never tell anyone.”

  Logan just looked at her for a moment. She looked genuinely perplexed. “I trust you not to tell anyone, Liddy; that’s not the issue. I love you like a sister.” He put his briefcase down and leaned on her desk to emphasize his point. “However, there are certain things a man doesn’t want his sister to know, and that includes information about intimacy with his wife. Get it now?” he asked when she couldn’t contain a sappy grin.

  “Oh, you’re so sweet. And what a coincidence because I think of you as my honorary brother.”

  “Yeah, okay. I’m talking to the wrong person, anyway. I’ll have to talk to Chloe.”