He smirked at me, pulling the tie over his head and removing his shoes so that he was left with just boxers. He towered over me, his lips grazing down from my neck to my pussy with such light touches they made me shiver every few seconds. He yanked at the thong with his teeth, pulling it past my knees until it was through my ankles, and I was bare to him. I spread my legs eagerly, giving him space to slide between as his mouth kissed up my legs, until he was at my thighs, moving to my pussy and sucking my clit into his mouth “Oh, God! Keep doing that!” I pleaded with him, my chest heaving.
I felt him chuckle and mumble something before I heard it. I didn’t know what it was. His mouth came over mine, pulling me back to him. He nipped at my bottom lip, and I whined, wishing his lips were back on my pussy. I pulled away, it shocked me, and turned me on even more. He yanked something out of his nightstand, a condom, ripping the package, sliding it down on his cock as I watched with lust filled eyes.
Logan’s arms went around me, turning me to where I was on my knees, my ass facing him. I shook my hips to entice him. His fingers slid into my entrance, my pussy clenching around him.
“Logan,” I whimpered, and he chuckled at my response.
“Been a while?”
“You have no idea,” I breathed, exasperated. His fingers retreated. His cock nudged at my entrance, and before I could even beg, he was inside me, pounding in and out of me. Every time he slammed home he was hitting my G-spot, making me clench and shudder around him.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. His hand slid up my back, gripping my hair, pulling, sending even more shockwaves down my spine.
“It’s like your pussy was made for me,” he groaned, and I didn’t disagree. He was hitting all the right places inside of me. His right hand went around my torso, pulling me back to him as he slammed into me.
“Jesus Christ!” I moaned, my body starting to shake from the pleasure. He pinched my nipples, biting on my shoulder, pressing soft kisses against my skin. His left hand left my breast, sliding down until it was circling my clit, sending me over the edge, into what I believed was the best orgasm of my entire life.
***
I woke up, the sun shining in from the open window, burning into my eyes. My phone was ringing, so loud, why is it so loud? I rolled over, falling right off the bed.
“Shit,” I muttered, getting up. The bed next to me was empty, but from how messy it was, I knew another person had been in there.
So that wasn’t an amazing sex dream…damn.
I walked around naked, trying to find my phone. It was on the floor at the end of the bed, Ashley’s name plastered at the top. The timestamp reading 8:35.
Fuck.
“Hey,” I whispered, trying to act as nonchalantly as possible.
“Hey, where the fuck are you?” Ashley cut right to the chase, as always.
“Um, I’m at the Presidential’s. Right above Mason’s.”
“Why are you there?” She wasn’t pissed yet, but I could feel it coming.
“I had a nightcap, where are you?” She was cursing in the background as I finally was able to get my dress, shoes and clutch. I couldn’t find my thong, but fuck it. I slid my dress and shoes on, darting out the door.
“I’m at your fucking house, go down to level 5, I’m 54 B. The code is 303696, get in there, get showered and I’ll see you in 30. Be ready Brook. This is serious.”
I ran down the elevator, rushing to Ashley’s apartment, stripping everything, showering, blow dried my hair and did my makeup all before she got there. That had to be a record, especially for me. The scowl she gave me as she walked into her apartment was enough to make me as scared as she makes everyone else feel.
“Here.” She tossed me a bag with a look of disgust on her face, I opened it, finding a dark purple bandage dress that went down to the ankles with a pair of black heels. “Is this appropriate for a business meeting?”
“As appropriate as I could find in 3 minutes in your closet. Get changed.”
I was going to be dressed very sexy for this meeting, but maybe I could use it to my advantage. I slid it on, changing quickly and we were out the door, on our way to Steele Enterprises.
CHAPTER 4
Logan
That little minx snuck out of my apartment this morning. I was pissed when I found that she wasn’t there, in my bed where she should’ve been. I’d only left the bed about half an hour before I found that she was missing. I was going to make us a nice breakfast to share, so we could talk now that she was sober, and maybe even go for round two after. I’d been pretty damn pissed when I found her side of the bed empty, but I noticed her black thong on the floor. I guess she decided to leave a little souvenir for me? I hadn’t thought I’d ever see her again, that I must’ve been just another one night stand, even though we’d gotten along so well, and my cock fit so well inside of her. Funny how things work out, though, as I’ve got that meeting with her later today. If I hadn’t set up that meeting today at the office, I would’ve gone to Mason’s until I saw her again. I couldn't just leave knowing that I missed out on such a beautiful girl and having her all to myself.
I’d stoop to that level and have absolutely no shame.
I’d never been a man to find what I wanted very often, but I’d be damned if I didn’t get it. I was a Steele, and we always got what we wanted. There was never any fighting with that. Even as a child, if there was a toy that I wanted, I never had to beg for long before it was in my grasps.
The thing was that I wasn't quite done with her yet, and she left in such a damn hurry. I didn’t even get to leave her with something else to remember me by; a little tease she could carry with her for the rest of the day. The good news was that I knew exactly where she was going so fast. She would be meeting me very shortly, only, she had no idea about that.
I was a sick fucker for the way I was handling this whole thing with Brooklyn. She had no idea I knew anything about her at all, but I knew a lot more than she would like. When I saw her in the bar, I knew who she was, not just because I had seen her at Christian’s club before, but for other reasons as well. Reggie had done his job to get me in touch with her. I knew he would.
It was so morally wrong, or at least in that gray area of things, but I wanted the girl. I wanted her from the moment I saw her, and I got her by playing a little dirty; by using my connections to my advantage. Now that I knew what it was like to be with her, though, I wanted more, so much more.
Christian walked into the office. I didn’t even know he was there, and he didn’t look like he had good news for me. And here I was, coming off of a high with a girl I had wanted so badly. What a way to ruin a day.
"Lo, one of our shipments was raided, the one that was headed up to The Reapers in Montana." That got my fucking attention. That wasn’t good at all.
"Should I be worried about this?" I asked.
"Since we use a private shipping company under a false LLC, there’s no way that the feds can trace it back to us, but that doesn’t mean we are outta the woods."
I nodded, knowing what Christian meant. It eased my mind that we weren’t going to be caught up in some scandal, or worse, but the problem was, it meant we had a leak that needed to be taken care of somewhere. I wasn’t thrilled about that. We’d find this fucking leak, and I’d be the one who took care of it.
A knock came at the door, and my secretary, Esme, came in. She was allowed to do that, unlike my other employees because she practically raised my brothers and me. I trusted her with absolutely everything. "They're here to see you, Mr. Steele."
***
Brooklyn
Steele Enterprises was definitely not what I expected when I’d read about it in the papers, the building would put Trump Tower to shame. Huge, Massive, I couldn’t think of the exact words to describe it. Ashley led us past security, into the elevator and pressed level 65; the top floor.
“Who exactly are we meeting with today?” I asked her; she was fiddling with her phone, probably responding to ema
ils.
“Mr. Steele.” Her voice was stony. I knew she was probably still pissed at me for earlier, but c’mon, get over it.
“Like Steele Enterprises, Mr. Steele?” I whisper-yelled. She stopped what she was doing. If looks could kill, I would be dead and already six feet under by now.
“Yes, is that a problem?” She raised her eyebrows, putting her phone in her pocket, ready to fight me.
“Nope, just a little nervous,” I spluttered, backing away from her slightly. A little nervous didn’t even begin to describe it; I was fucking terrified. This day could change my life forever, in the best way possible, and I prayed to God that it happened.
The elevator doors opened, and we were exposed to a large floor of white, white everything. White marble, if I had to guess, and it looked like the stuff in Alfred’s bathroom, the black veining lining up with the next slab. It was very beautiful, and did even more to prove how expensive and high end this place must be.
Ashley walked with me up to the receptionist. “We’re here for Mr. Steele. We have a 10 o’clock appointment.” Ashley tapped away on her phone as she spoke. I found it quite rude not to direct attention to the woman in front of us, but Ashley didn’t really give a shit.
“Ah, Miss Mason & Miss Harper?” Ashley didn’t respond, so I did.
“Yes.” The receptionist nodded, smiling back at us.
“He’s in another meeting, but I’ll take you back to his office, and you both can wait there.”
“Sounds great,” Ashley said, clearly disinterested, typing away on her phone still. The receptionist took us back along a long corridor, into a corner office which had views of downtown Atlanta, breath-taking views. “He’ll be in soon, make yourselves comfortable.”
“Oh shit,” I muttered, the fear rising up within me.
“What?!” Ashley hissed, in a soft whisper.
“I’m just getting extremely nervous.”
“Put your big girl knickers on, and deal with it!” she snapped, still attentively staring at her phone. She had never really been good with emotions, or sympathy. I turned around, staring outside the window, at Atlanta. I wondered if he had this office just for the view, you could see everything, or almost everything. I could even see my apartment building from here, Alfred’s office, and his home. I could see everything.
I heard the creak of the door opening behind me, “Ah, Mr. Steele. I’m Ashley, and this is – “
I turned around, facing the man. The one whose bed I just left this morning.
“Logan?” I was puzzled, Ashley shot me a look, really a ‘how the hell are you on a first name basis’ glance.
“Brooklyn.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
This wasn’t going to happen now. Fuck.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. Ashley heard it, glaring more at me.
Logan chuckled, a smirk wiped across his face. A knock came to the door, a short Hispanic woman opening it. “Mr. Steele, there’s something that needs your attention.”
He nodded, “I’ll be right back.”
He looked directly at me. “Don’t leave this time.” I furrowed my eyebrows at that.
He was the one who’d left first, hadn’t he?
Fuck. Fuck.
He walked out of the door, and Ashley let it all out once she heard the door click shut. “How the fuck do you know him?” Ashley was all up in my face now, suddenly much more interested than she had been only minutes before.
I sighed, taking in a deep breath. “He…”
“He what?!” She snapped, beginning to get antsy.
“He was my nightcap, okay?”
“Jesus Fucking Christ, Brook? How did you manage to slut it up with the ONE man in the city who you were meeting today?!”
“I know, I know, okay? How the hell was I supposed to know the man I fucked last night was ‘Mr. Steele’?” Right when I said ‘Fucked last night’ and physically inserted air quotes for ‘Mr. Steele’ he walked back in, laughing at my frustration.
“You can call me Logan, no reason for,” he made air quotes, “Mr. Steele.”
“Jesus Christ.” I needed a bottle of vodka right about now. This had to be some kind of fucked up dream.
“I looked over your proposal this morning, it’s very good.” He had a stack of paperwork in his arms, which was more than likely our proposal, flipping through the pages. “Your marketing plan is solid. I am surprised though; you can’t tell me that no one has offered you a deal.” Logan stopped flipping the paperwork, held it in his hands, and stared across at me.
“We’ve had deals, a few of them. My problem is that they want to change the ingredients to cut costs, and I’m not okay with that.”
“Why not?” He raised his eyebrow. “Why is it important to keep your ingredients?”
“My line is all natural, no parabens, chemicals, cruelty free, you name it, if it’s not natural, I don’t have it. Other makeup lines tend use chemicals in everything. Wherever a woman applies her makeup, it will be absorbed into her bloodstream, not only just into her pores. These chemicals can lead to many different cancers. The most common, is breast cancer.” Logan listened to my entire presentation, nodding with things I thought he agreed with. Ashley watched, assessing what I was saying, nodding her head in agreement. After about fifteen minutes, we all moved over to the seating area. Ashley and I were on the couch and Logan in the chair sitting across from us.
“When’s your next modelling campaign?” He flipped through the paperwork, scanning through the pages.
“In a few days.” I was lucky; my mom was a fierce woman, and she’d gotten Seb and I so many opportunities. When I was four, I started modelling for GUESS; Seb followed soon after that. We both appeared in all of their fall and spring campaigns, but I also did extra modelling work on the side. She planned for our futures, modelling as a child gave both Seb and I the resources to pay for college ourselves. I got my biochemistry degree, and Seb went for business.
“I’ll get my lawyers to draw up the paperwork. Come back next Wednesday, and we’ll get started on the logistics of this arrangement.” Logan rose, and Ashley and I followed his lead. He shook Ashley’s hand.
“Miss Mason, could I have a moment alone with Brooklyn?” Ashley nodded, leaving the office and shutting the door behind her.
I was alone in a room with Logan. Logan Steele, actually. The weight that carried with the Steele name terrified me, and now that I knew who he was, being alone with such a prominent man was much scarier than it had been the night before, when I’d been screaming his name.
“You disappeared on me this morning.” He sat the paperwork on the table by the couch, crossing his arms and staring at me.
“I had a very important business meeting, and I thought you’d already left. The bed was empty.” I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t believe him.
“Did you know who I was?” I asked. I wondered if he knew who I was at the bar last night.
“Would it matter if I did?” He probably didn’t know, but what were the chances? Seriously, I had the worst fucking luck.
I really wanted to know what he was thinking. “You didn’t agree to invest in my product because of last night, right?” I regretted asking it as soon as it came out of my mouth, but really, what if he had? Why would I ask that?
He inched closer to me, placing his left hand on my hip, his right gliding against my cheek. It was surprising to me how comforting the gesture was. “You’re adorable. Last night was great, but not that great.” He chuckled at me, his thumb grazing against my cheekbone. He pressed his lips to mine, pulling my body against him, his erection pressing against my stomach. I shuddered.
He pulled away suddenly, just as the door to his office opened. “Mr. Steele, you’re running late.” The Hispanic woman was back, waiting for Logan’s response.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” She nodded, closing the door behind her.
As soon as the door shut, he was pinning
me against the wall, his lips to my neck, biting down. It gave me flashbacks to last night, in the elevator.
“Ah,” I groaned, his erection pressing firmly against me.
“Dinner?” he mumbled. It was a bad idea. I shouldn’t go. Things were getting a lot more complicated now that he’d invested in my beauty line. We were business partners, and this could easily be ruined if we fell apart.
When I didn’t respond, his lips came to mine, his hands over my breasts, tugging at my nipples.
“Dinner,” he repeated, pulling away from my lips, his dark eyes staring into mine. It almost felt like a demand, no longer a question.
“Fine.” He smiled at me as I said it, getting on his knees. He bunched my dress up over my hips, placing his mouth against my clit. “Logan, oh my God.” If this was my reward for saying yes to him, I’d be doing it way more often. Two of his fingers entered me, pumping in and out, my pussy clenching around him and beginning to moisten. I was miles beyond turned on. His tongue circled my clit, which began hardening under his attention. My hips started rolling, and his hands pressed me against the wall so I wouldn’t be able to move.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, his fingers going further into me, pressing against my G-spot. I came the moment he pressed against me, my breath came in heaving doses. He rose, straightening my dress out, and pressed his lips to mine. He pulled away “Tonight?”
Shit, I couldn’t tonight. I really wanted to, I wanted to see what else he could do with that mouth. It was so tempting just to cancel my plans.
“I can’t tonight,” I groaned as I said it, regretting it, I wanted to see him later.
“Why?” His dark hazel eyes met mine, staring me up and down. I could cancel on Alfred, I totally could.
“I’ll change my plans.” A flashy grin escaped him.
“Good. Meet me at my place. 8 o’clock.” He walked away, opening the door and exiting the room.
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