Silence. She didn’t move. Sensed that he didn’t either.
Finally she braved up. Opened her eyes to look at him.
He was smiling, a regretful, rueful smile. But amusement danced in his eyes as well. He shrugged. “It was bound to happen sometime.”
Chapter Seventeen
#RuleChange
Bound to happen? Being sprung almost having sex in public was bound to happen? For Mr Sex-Tape, sure. But for her?
“Min?”
She’d talk to him soon. When she’d calmed down. When she was more in control of herself.
His low laughter didn’t help calm her. She fastened her seatbelt with a vicious snap, grateful it was only a short drive back to his parents’ monster-sized home. She’d refused to re-enter the restaurant. Logan had quickly gone in to give their apologies while she’d waited for the transport to arrive.
All the confidence she’d felt during the dinner crumbled now. She got out of the car as soon as they pulled up outside the lodge, didn’t wait for anyone to get the door for her. But as soon as she got to the privacy of their bedroom, she whirled to face him.
“Were a few p-p-public kisses not enough for you?” She vented her anger. Her mortification. “You had to go all out again and prove your virility? That you can have your women anywhere, anyway you want them?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“No?”
“It was the challenge—”
“I don’t want to be a challenge like that for you. What do I have to do to stop being such a challenge?” She stripped off her skirt, her panties were scrunched up in her handbag, so she was butt naked from the lower half down. She ripped off her top and flung herself onto the bed. Spread her legs wide. “You want to have sex with me? Fine. Have sex. G-g-get on top and get it over with. I’ll have a good time. I know you’ll ensure that.”
“Min.” Standing only just in the door, he looked thunderstruck. “What the—”
“What? You h-h-humiliated me—stripping me in public.”
“I forgot we were in public. I got carried away.”
“Because you’re an animal?”
“I wanted to see you.”
“See me what? Embarrassed?”
“I wanted to see you satisfied. I wanted to see you content. Sated. Pleasured. Whatever. I forgot about everyone else. Everything else. I was only concentrating on you.” He was furious. “And you liked it. You wanted it. You were touching me too.”
“I didn’t think you’d go that far—”
“Yes you did.” he fought back. “You knew I’d do exactly that. You wanted me to.”
“No—”
“Don’t lie. Don’t deny it.” He stalked over to the end of the bed, never taking his eyes from hers. “You were excited by it. You liked the possibility of being caught. You’re an exhibitionist.”
That was so far from the truth it was laughable.
“I hardly had to touch you to get you hot and wet. You were three quarters there already, and knowing there were people nearby just made you hotter. You like it out of control, Min. Dirty. Almost as dirty as me.”
“You’re wrong.” But she didn’t say why. Because the shocking truth was she didn’t care who’d been nearby when he’d been touching her. She hadn’t been aware of any one or any thing else. Her whole world had narrowed down to him. Only him.
She’d have done anything he wanted then. And that terrified her.
“No I’m right. And you want it now.” He lowered his gaze, raking up and down her naked body.
She knew he could see how aroused she still was.
“Yeah and I know what’s going to happen,” she said, her anger morphing to something else again. “You’ll laugh, you’ll tease me. You’ll kiss me and touch me until I have an incredible orgasm and then you’ll chuckle all pleased and then you’ll leave.” She pushed out a sharp breath. “And then I’ll feel b-b-bad.”
He frowned, looked even more thunderstruck. “But you like—”
“Of course I like. Who doesn’t like orgasms? But I’m sick of the p-p-power play. It’s so one-sided. Sure, you’re the one doing all the work, but I’m the only one actually opening up. You give nothing of yourself—not really. You’re not shaking and vulnerable in my arms the way I am in yours. It’s not fair.”
It wasn’t fair that she got orgasm after orgasm while he got nothing but blue balls. He was proving some sick point but she didn’t like to see him suffer.
She never should have put the ban on sex toys. A vibrator would do it, right? Ease the ache that was worsening inside. With every orgasm it worsened. The need for fulfillment, to have him lodged deep, so big and hard inside her there was room for nothing else. After all her ‘I’ll teach him’ bravado, the joke was on her.
“Are you saying you want me inside you?” His jaw dropped as he processed her words. “You want me to come inside you?”
“No.”
Not yet. There was something else she wanted first.
Logan walked to the end of the bed. Hands on his hips he stared at her, blue fury in his eyes. “Then what the fuck do you want from me, Min?”
She stared at him. Damn it, her throat tightened. But she had to be honest now, or she was just some teasing bitch.
“What do I want?” She wanted him as desperate for her, as she was for him. For him to feel the pleasure that she felt. For him to feel as... moved. She sat up, drawing her knees up to her chest and clasped her arms around them.
Then she swallowed, pushing past the block. “You. Begging. For m-me.”
He stared back at her. For once he seemed to be the one stuck for speech.
He drew in a deep breath and straightened. “Me. Begging.”
She nodded. That was it, exactly. Because she knew he wasn’t the kind of guy to roll over in an instant. He was too arrogant for that. He liked to be the one in control.
Too bad. If he wanted her, he was going to have to lose it—shed his pride and get on his knees and express his need for her. And he was damn well going to love it.
A small smile tweaked his mouth. “It seems we have a standoff.”
He walked a pace and then sat on the corner of the bed, looking at her with fierce intensity. And amusement. “You know I’m programmed to win. Nothing matters more than coming first. You either win or you lose. There are no silver medals. They’re worthless.”
She loved that wicked look in his eyes. Her anger disappeared. Suddenly it felt like the power had shifted—balanced. “I could have you all over me in an instant,” she said unable to stop her own smile.
“You think?” he laughed.
“Oh yeah. All I’d have to do is roll over and you’d be hauling out your stash of condoms.”
He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter what you do, unless you beg—verbally—unless you explicitly beg for me to fuck you, then I’m not doing it.”
“No matter what I do?” she laughed. “You couldn’t possibly hold out.”
“You think you’re that good?”
“I know I’m not. But I also know you, and you have very little self control where sex is concerned.”
“I’m never going to live that threesome down, am I?” He shook his head. “Honestly, it was just the once. I just had the misfortune to have the thing caught on camera.”
“But you’re no saint. You like sex. You’re used to having a lot of it.”
“Hasn’t the last week taught you anything?” he asked, full of mock distain. “I’ve been holding back something awful. Hasn’t that proved I can do it? You can try what you like, but I’m not coming.”
“Not coming at all?” Her senses heightened at that challenge.
“Not coming. Not trying to mount you. Nothing.”
“But you’re going to make me come.”
“Ten times a day given how aggravating you’re currently being,” he said. “It’s the least you deserve. You’ll be begging me before breakfast.”
“While you’re full of h
ot air. I’ll have you coming in my mouth before then.” She noted the flush in his cheeks and for a second thought she had a chance. “Maybe not my mouth,” she muttered with a sly look. “Maybe I’ll let you come on my breasts instead... you like that idea?”
“I can and will resist you.” He smiled, but she noticed he’d fisted his hands and his knuckles were white. “Only until you cannot resist me.”
“So it’s a b-b-battle of wills.”
“It would seem so.”
She watched as Logan stood and pulled both his sweater and tee over his head so his chest was bare. Then his hands went to his jeans. She wasn’t polite enough to look away as he unfastened his belt and then pushed his jeans and boxers down, kicking them away.
She chuckled as he slid his socks off. But her laughter died when he straightened and stood before her. Naked, hard. Ready.
She blinked and clasped her arms more tightly around her knees. None of those photos had done the man justice. So big. So flexed. So fine.
Her mouth watered, it wasn’t the only part of her to dampen.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” he said roughly. “If you like I’ll leave the door unlocked.”
Oh my.
Min stayed locked in place on the bed even as she heard the shower running. She closed her eyes, but her imagination kept feeding samples of what he might look like right now—wet and gleaming. And she was going to make him beg?
The guy had slept with some of the world’s most beautiful women. She couldn’t compete with them on the body front. Or with the bedroom confidence of those two porn babes. And his control was outrageous. He might think Connor was the steely one, but he had unbreakable willpower. All week he’d been holding back, and she knew just how hard his cock had been.
Oh yeah, way too late she realized the emptiness of her challenge. How the hell was she going to push him beyond his limits?
Chapter Eighteen
#PartyPrep
To Logan’s intense disappointment Min didn’t join him in the shower. When he went back into the bedroom she was zipped up to the neck in the ugly gray onesie, determinedly focused on the iPad. She slid down the bed and switched out the light on her side a mere half hour later. Clearly she was still in planning mode.
But he wasn’t. He was ready for action.
Only he understood the power of anticipation. The power of an unexpected strike. So he’d wait just that little bit longer.
He barely slept again, woke early, over the waiting. He was gonna make her beg. Right now.
“Wake up, babe.” He rubbed her back.
She stirred and rolled towards him. Yep, that’s what he wanted. Her closer to him. Now he just had to work on naked.
“What are you doing?” she asked drowsily.
“Waking you up. We have a big day ahead.” And actually, he reckoned it wasn’t going to be anywhere near as bad as he’d feared. Not now he had Min to entertain. He’d tease her now, take her now. Again, again and again. Then he’d take her to the pool, let her do the spa and pamper thing to recover. Then he’d flirt with her at the party before bringing her back here as soon as possible to have her all over again.
Bringing her with him to Summerhill had been the best idea of his life.
She opened her eyes, the green glittered.
Yeah.
He tossed off the sheet, knelt, shifting to lean over her. She said nothing with her mouth, but said everything with a mere lift of her eyebrows. He laughed and reached forward. Carefully he unzipped her onesie, kissing down every inch of skin he slowly exposed.
Rousing her was the most fun he’d had in his life.
She arched up as he got rid of the onesie entirely. So beautiful. Naked and in the middle of his bed. His to pleasure.
But she twisted beneath him, suddenly her hands came into play. He froze, leaning above her. He’d no idea how just how good it would feel to have her touch his bare skin. She took advantage of his hesitation—his savoring of the moment—to shimmy up the bed. She rose and kissed his chest, skimming her hands over him at the same time. Light kisses, light touches. Then he felt her tongue.
Fuck. It felt so good. He wanted more. Wanted harder. Wanted her to keep touching him just the way she was. Her mouth on him like that? Her hands? He wanted everything all at once.
But he wanted her to come first.
He gripped her waist and tugged her back down the bed again. Kissing her, licking her, loving her body. But she kept touching him and it was too much. Too good. Too tempting.
Firmly he gripped her hands, pushing them into the mattress at her sides, almost fully getting off on the satisfaction of dominating her. Oh yeah, he had it bad. He opened his mouth and breathed her in. Pressing his lips and tongue against her hot, sweet-scented, wet flesh. Celebrating, proud, as he felt her muscles quiver uncontrollably. He licked, sucked, kissed, couldn’t get enough. Needing to make her wetter, make her swollen and over sensitive, red and glistening. Even when she was rocking her hips in a rapid, rough, rhythm, he couldn’t get enough. Even when she shook, when satisfaction seeped from her sex. It was a nectar sent to inebriate him. Make him weak. Make him want.
Every. Fucking. Thing.
He reared up, couldn’t resist settling over her for just a moment. His hips flexed a few times. Mimicking his ultimate possession.
Almost.
He strained, his body shaking, his soul tortured as silently she came again beneath him. Her head thrashed from side to side, her eyes shutting as the sensations overwhelmed her. So beautiful.
Only his boxers were between them, and even through that cotton he could feel her saturated heat. He released her hands. But immediately she reached for his butt, tried to slide her hand round to his—
He pulled his hips back out of reach. “No.”
She frowned at him. “But—”
“You are not touching me there.” He’d come in a heartbeat. He grabbed her hands again and braced.
Her frown deepened. “That’s not fair. How am I supposed to make you b-b-beg if I can’t touch you?”
“Not my problem.” He drew in a deep breath but his chest was super tight. “You’re the one who came up with the stupid rules,” he said. “Why don’t you just beg for me? I promise I won’t gloat.”
She tried to glower up at him, but given she had a pink orgasmic flush on, it probably wasn’t as severe as she was hoping.
“I’m going to m-m-make you b-b-beg,” she said. “I swear I am.”
He smiled. “I’m going to love your attempts.” Just as he was loving this—the feel of her beneath him? Warm and soft and welcoming. Yet such a challenge.
The expression in her eyes changed. “I just want to see you come. I want to see you satisfied.” It was her whisper-speak, so soft he hardly heard her.
His heart lurched. That wasn’t game talk, that was genuine. So sweet. His balls were so tight. “And you will. When I’m inside you.”
“You could be inside my mouth right now.”
His cock lurched.
It would be so easy to adjust his boxers just that little bit. To give in. To take.
But he wanted her to give herself to him. Fully to him. And he couldn’t figure the way to release her from that final restraint, that part of herself that she held back.
He wasn’t giving in until he had.
Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was that stupid competitive spirit he’d been cursed with since birth. Maybe it was something else altogether.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said hoarsely, peeling himself away from her.
This time he bolted the bathroom door.
When he went back into the bedroom—no less tense—Min was on the phone. He hesitated, didn’t want to listen in. But at the same time?
He so did.
“Thank you but I’m sorry, I can’t take on new clients right now,” she was speaking slowly. “I appreciate you thinking of me. Do stay in touch.”
They were perfectly executed words. He
was becoming increasingly aware of certain words and phrases that she used and the way she delivered them. That she’d probably practiced. It was how she coped. But he didn’t like hearing her turning down work.
Guilt pressed in on him. The whole fiancée charade had been a spur of the moment thing. Reckless. Rebellious. Restless.
He’d thought of it on a whim, it had appealed. Only now did he really begin to appreciate the long-term implications. It was alright for him, he had money. He’d grown up with a trust fund cushion, then gone on to make his own money. And even though he’d had his reckless moments, he still had more money than he’d started with. More than he’d ever need. Min didn’t. Min lived in a mouse hole of an apartment in a crappy part of town.
“I should pay you more for your time,” he said as soon as she’d ended the call.
“P-p-pardon?”
“I’m taking up a lot of your time.” He pulled his jeans on. “I should pay you for it.”
“That is not what I wanted to hear this minute,” she turned on him. “All of a sudden you’re wanting to p-p-pay me—for what?”
Too late he realized what she was getting at. Shit. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Really?” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared him out.
“I just heard you refusing work.” He lifted his hands. “You should be taking on projects at this stage of your company’s development. You would be taking on if you weren’t locked away for the week.”
She paused. “You’re offering me money because you thought I was missing out on b-b-business?”
“No other reason.”
“Not g-guilt?” She sauntered up to him. “You don’t feel that you’ve treated me badly?”
Uh. Hmm. “I think I’ve treated you exceptionally well,” he countered, leaning in to mimic her whisper. “And you know it.”
She shook her head and stepped back. “Stop worrying. That guy wouldn’t have offered me the work if it weren’t for my c-c-connection to you.”
“You might as well take advantage of it though, right? Get something out of this.”
“Well I’m not taking your money.” She turned towards the bathroom. “Not for anything.”
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