by Lexi Noir
“Logan, please. I don’t want everyone to know about my personal life. Some things are private. So, please get out of the elevator and let me go.” I can’t even look him in the eye.
He stands back and lets the doors close, but before they do he says, “Emmeline, please?”
I don’t answer. I can’t. I choke and know that I’m about to burst into tears. I manage to make it all the way down to reception and out onto the road until I break down. When I get home I get into the shower, still crying and let the water wash everything away.
After my shower, I have pulled myself and psyche myself up for my date.
Denny is a nice guy. He pulls my chair out for me, lets me order my own food, and lets me taste the wine. The perfect gentleman, but he’s not very interesting. I don’t think he’s the love of my life and I find myself drifting off to when Logan and I went for dinner this one time. He told me not to wear any panties and it was so hot. Looking at Denny he would probably have a heart attack if I took them off and handed them to him across the table. The thought makes me laugh.
I drift off lots of times and think about Logan. I do miss him and more than just for the club. He’s funny, he made me laugh and made me smile all the time. Denny isn’t the type to do that - he likes to talk about himself a lot, which is good for me because I’m not interested and don’t want to have a conversation.
After dinner he walks me home. I’m a little dubious about showing him where I live, but I have a doorman so I know I’m safe.
“I had a really good night tonight, Emmeline. Such a beautiful name,” Denny says as he reaches for my hand. I want to pull it back, but he holds it tightly in his hand. “Will you go out with me at the weekend?”
How can I let him down gently? “I don’t think I can, Denny. I’ve got a big case that I’m working on right now and it’s taking up a lot of my time.”
“That’s a shame. I really enjoyed tonight.” He moves closer to me and I know that I need to close it down right now. I don’t want to kiss him, even a peck.
“Look, Denny, I had a good time too, but I don’t want to waste your time. I’m not interested in another date. I don’t really date as my work takes up so much of my time.”
He looks shocked and he still moves toward me. His hand grabbing hold of my wrist. I vaguely hear the door behind me as I’m stepping back.
“Get the fuck off her.” I turn and see Logan moving between us. His face is red and he’s angry.
Denny stares at me. “Are you going to let him talk to me like that? Who the fuck is he anyway?”
I don’t get to say anything. Logan crosses his arms. “I believe the lady said that she’s not interested, so if you want to be able to walk out of here then I’d suggest you say good night and turn around and leave. NOW!”
I’m in shock. I can’t say anything or move. I watch Logan as he stands up against Denny. Denny decides it’s not worth it and he turns on his heel and walks away. When Logan turns to face me, his face is still red and angry.
“You went on a date with that… that poor excuse for a man?” He shakes his head.
“You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do Logan. We…” I point between the two of us. “We are not together.”
I turn to walk inside when I feel Logan behind me. He puts his hand on my lower back and all my feelings flood to the surface. “We are going to talk,” he says as he guides me to the elevator to take me to my apartment.
I can’t speak. I love the feeling of him dominating me. I hate myself for it. But my body craves it.
Fuck. I’m in trouble.
Chapter 11
Logan
I’m furious. Beyond furious. That asshole had his hands on her. I can't believe she went on a date with him. She actually fucking did it. I need to calm the hell down; she doesn’t need me acting like an asshole after that jackass tried to take things further with her, after she repeatedly said no.
“Logan…” she begins as she licks her lips. Her eyes darting between me and her bedroom door. She’s thinking of running.
“Don’t think about it, Emmeline. I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her, fucking angry that we’re at this point. “I’ve waited long enough to have this conversation.”
She crosses her arms over her beautiful tits and raises a perfectly shaped brow. Yeah, there she is, the woman I love. The confident woman that would sass me all day long. It’s a far cry from the cowardly woman that she’s been the last few weeks. “What is there to say?”
“How about I get a chance to fucking say something?” I snarl, pissed that up until this point, I’ve not been able to say a fucking thing.
Her eyes widen slightly before they narrow. “What?”
“You have spoken. You have said everything there is to say…”
She gives me a smile as though that proves her point. God, she’s so beautiful. I want nothing more than to run my hands all over her body. But not yet, I need her to see that she means more to me than just a woman I fuck in the club.
“For you. You’ve said everything you needed to say. But you haven’t given me a chance to say what I needed to.” It’s taking every ounce of control I have, not to pull her into my arms and kiss the life out of her.
She sighs, her body deflating. “You’re right.”
I smirk; it’s nice to see that she’s able to admit when she’s wrong. “Emmeline, I don’t want to control you all the time. Fuck, I love just how sassy you are. How independent you are, how you can take on the world all by yourself. I don’t want that to change. All I want is to be able to stand by your side and support you as you take on the world.”
Her eyes fill with tears at my words; her hand gingerly goes to her mouth as her lips tremble.
“I love you.” Fuck, I said it. “I don’t give a crap if it’s too soon. You are all I see, kitten; you’re it. I love every fucking thing about you. I love that you’re strong and capable but also willing to give me all of you whenever I need it. I want you in the club, in your room, every way I can get you. Just as long as you’re with me always. I want you as my girlfriend, preferably my wife. But I’m sure you need some time to adjust to that.”
Her eyes are wide and she swallows hard a few times before she speaks. “I’m scared,” she whispers, and finally, fucking finally she’s able to be completely honest with me. “I’m scared that if we do this, if we go all in, that I’ll lose who I am. I don’t want to do that. I love myself and who I am.”
I move toward her and pull her into my arms; she doesn’t reciprocate, but it feels amazing to have her back in my arms where she belongs. “Good, because I don’t want you to change. Giving me control in the bedroom isn’t the same as giving me control of your life, Emmeline. I’m not that type of man. I wouldn’t want to control every aspect of your life. I’m pretty sure you’d end up killing me if I even tried. That’s not what I want.”
She licks those luscious lips. "You don’t?” Her voice is full of hope.
I shake my head. “No, I don’t. All I want is to cherish, care, worship, and love you. I don’t want to take anything away from you except your single status.”
She smiles brightly at me and my heart gallops. “I’m sorry. I should have listened to you before.”
I nod. “Yeah, you should. It would have saved a fucking lot of heartache.” I kiss the top of her head.
She tilts her head up to look at me. “You love me?”
I grin at her. “Fuck yes, I do. What’s not to love?”
She rests her head against my chest as her arms go around my waist. “I love you too,” she confesses softly and damn if it isn't the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard. “I’m yours, Logan. All yours, as long as you don’t control me.”
“Then you’ll be mine forever. I have no plans of ever letting you go.”
She pulls back and I’m unable to resist kissing her once again; this time, I plunge my tongue into her mouth, needing to consume her, to feel her, to own her.
She mewls into my mouth as her tits press against my chest. “It’s been too fucking long since I’ve been buried inside of you,” I tell her as I squeeze the globes of her ass. She does a little hop and I catch her just as her fantastic legs go around my waist.
The heat of her pussy is hot against my pants and it makes my cock harder. Her hands are tangled into my hair and she tugs on it, pulling my face closer to hers, wanting more. No, demanding more. Damn, she’s fucking perfect for me.
I carry her to her bedroom, where she maneuvers ever so slightly so she can pull her dress off and quickly discards it on the floor. I lie her on the bed. I don’t take any notice of the room itself, my focus is solely on the woman sprawled out in front of me, in only her lacy bra and panties.
“Exquisite.” I breathe unable to articulate anything else. She’s truly magnificent.
She grins, her eyes so beautiful and bright. “You’re overdressed there, stud.” I quickly strip down so that I’m standing in my boxer shorts. Her eyes rake over my body and she releases a content sigh. “That’s better.”
“You’re only with me for my body?” She grins at my words. “I feel used,” I say deadpan and she laughs.
I feel fucking free, I never thought being in love would make me feel so carefree but it does.
“Although your body is a masterpiece,” she winks at me, “I’m with you because you’re an amazing man, Logan, and I really, really like you.”
I sink to my knees and hook my thumb into her panties, sliding them down her legs. As soon as I have them free, I do what I’ve been dying to do since I laid her onto the bed. I bury my face in her pussy and inhale her scent. Fuck. She smells intoxicating.
I press my tongue against her pussy lips and she mewls again, her body arching off the bed. “Easy, kitten,” I murmur and get back to my feast.
“Jesus,” she breathes when I move from her pussy lips to her clit. I press my tongue flat against it and she quivers against my mouth. “Oh God. Please, Logan.” She writhes in pleasure beneath me. “Logan!” she yells as orgasms against my lips; I lap up her juices, the urge to be inside of her almost too much.
There’s nothing better than having a woman soar at your touch.
“Logan, please don’t make me wait any more. I need you,” she begs me and I’ve come to realize that I’ll never be able to deny her.
I position myself at her entrance and thrust into her. Fucking stars shine behind my eyes. She’s so snug and tight.
“Damn, kitten.” I just can’t get enough of her. I’m thrusting into her like a man possessed. I just can’t get deep enough.
She’s gripping hold of me like she’s scared that I’m going to vanish into thin air.
“Kitten, come,” I demand as my balls start to tighten. I need her to fucking come again.
Her back arches back as I pound into her; her body tightens, her nails digging into my skin and then it happens, her mouth opens into an O shape, her eyes are wide, her tits thrust out and she screams out my name. Her pussy contracts around my cock and that’s all that it takes. I detonate, growling as I cum inside of her.
Once I’ve cleaned up, I climb into bed with her and pull her into my side. She sighs contently as she rests her head against my shoulder. “Stay,” she pleads.
Like I’m going anywhere. “Sleep,” I tell her as I kiss her head.
It’s not long before her breathing evens out and she’s fast asleep, I look down at her beautiful face and can’t help but fall deeper in love with her. I can’t wait for her to meet Mom and Bobby. I know that they’re going to love her, just as I do.
Chapter 12
Emme
I can’t believe how happy I am. We wasted so much time as I ran away from my feelings. Logan has made me see that we can have both control and be who I am. We’ve been back to the club, but we don’t go all the time. Logan has taken me on dates, he’s taken me to the movie theater, and to some fancy restaurants. But mostly, we’ve been spending a lot of time together. I love it; I’ve never felt as comfortable with someone as I am with him.
None of this affects the way we are at work, except I’m not hiding from him any longer. We don’t flirt or cause any scenes in work. That’s not to say there aren’t any dirty text messages being sent across the boardroom table.
Today is the final day for discussions. We have got as far as we can with negotiations and after not being able to come to an agreement, it goes to court today. Things are tense between the two parties, but I can’t wait for all of this to be over.
Three hours later we left the courthouse and my firm won. The judge ruled against the defendant and he won’t be getting a penny. I am elated, but when I look over at Logan and his client, I feel a little bit embarrassed. Logan turns and sees me looking at him and he sends me a wink before turning back to his client.
We have a celebration back at work and then I leave for the night. I’m worried how Logan is going to take this news and hope that he’s not pissed off with me. Maybe I shouldn’t see him tonight. I don't want to rub this win in his face.
As I get closer to my apartment, I can smell something gorgeous. It smells like steak. My favorite. When I open the door, the room is in candlelight and Logan is standing there with a smile on his face and a glass of wine in his hand which he hands to me.
“What’s going on?”
“I thought we could celebrate your win today. Well done; you were amazing.” He kisses my cheek and brings me further into the room, as he closes the door behind me. “Either way, we were going to celebrate tonight. One of us was going to win today. We agreed that our work life stays separate so tonight we celebrate.”
He pulls the chair out for me and I sit down. He then waits on me and serves me with his amazing dinner. I giggle and slowly move my panties down my leg. I think about when I went out for my date and how the same thought went through my mind then. When I have them hanging off my shoe, I reach down and then twirl them on my finger as I watch the moment Logan realizes what I’m doing.
“Give them to me, baby. I want them.” He holds his hand out and waits for me to put them into his hand.
I watch as he slowly brings them to his nose and smells them. A shiver of desire rushes through me as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. I know that he has the same desire running through him and if I was to look under the table then I know that his cock would be hard. When I think about it, all I want to do is to crawl under the table and free his hard shaft.
I look up and he’s staring at me. “What’s going on in your mind, baby? Whatever it is, I want you to tell me. I want to hear those dirty words coming out of your beautiful mouth.”
“What if I just show you what I want?” I get up from the table and walk over to him and slowly get onto my knees. I pull his chair and turn him so that I’m kneeling in front of him. Reaching out, I open his zip, reaching in and grabbing his cock. He sits so still enjoying the feeling of my hand wrapped around his hard shaft. He takes in a deep breath and that’s when I lean forward and take him into my mouth. I hear a groan come out of his mouth and I take him deeper. One of my hands reaches down and I rub my clit, needing to get myself off.
His hand undoes the tight bun I have at the back of my head and he wraps my hair around his hands, trying to get control of my mouth through his movements. I let him guide the pace; he moans again and I reach down and free his balls and squeeze them in my hand. The other hand is wrapped around the bottom of his shaft because I can’t fit all of him in my mouth in one go.
Logan pulls my hair until I release him and when I look up at him he’s smiling. He reaches down and pulls me up from the floor. He slides the zip down on my skirt and makes me step out of it. Then he moves me so that I’m straddling him and he pushes his way inside me. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the feeling when he first enters me. Every nerve ending stands to attention and my whole body craves him.
I close my eyes and lean my head and body backwards. Logan has his hand on my waist and he
’s pushing me down harder on his cock. “Fuck, Emmeline, you fit me perfectly. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feeling of being inside you.” He moves my body up and down as he fucks me from below.
He rips my blouse and I hear the buttons fly across the floor. He leans in and takes my nipple into his mouth through my lacy bra. “Fuck, Logan, that feels fantastic.”
He rubs my clit while I bounce on his cock and when I scream his name and clamp down on his shaft hard, he moans my name as he cums inside me.
When we both come down from our high, I lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck and breathe deeply. Logan stands up with me wrapped around him and carries me to the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and then walks away into the bathroom. I hear the water running for a bath and when he walks back into the bedroom, he removes the rest of his clothes and then removes mine. Naked he picks me up and carries me to the bathroom and sets me on the side of the lovely smelling bath.
After turning off the water, he lifts me again and places me into the hot, soapy bath. Then he climbs in behind me and pulls me so that I am leaning up against his chest. “This is nice,” I say as I take his hand and hold it.
“This is what you deserve every night, Emme. I want to give you this every night.”
What is he saying? I hold my breath because I don’t want to spoil whatever he is trying to say.
“How do you feel about us moving in together? We’ve been staying with each other every night, just either at mine or yours. So, it’s not like we’ve not been doing it anyway.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “Let’s do it.”
He turns me around and kisses me. When he pulls away, he looks at me and says, “There’s something I need to do first. I want to take you home to meet Mom and Bobby.”
Shit, he wants me to meet his family. “What if they don’t like me, Logan?”
“Emme, they will love you because I do. I want them to meet you; you’re special to me and they are too.”
