He definitely loved to torture her, but he never could tell the woman no.
Bracing his knees on the mattress and lifting her hips slightly, Logan began to sink inside of her, the velvety soft walls of her pussy clamping down on him, milking him until he was barely a breath away from exploding.
With one hand, he reached around her hip and found her clit. Applying just enough pressure, he pinched between his index finger and thumb as he thrust once… twice… three times before she exploded, his name reverberating through the room.
Logan didn’t hold back, ramming into her one last time before his release took him, and the world was suddenly right again.
Chapter Two
Sam walked briskly down the short hallway that led from her office to Logan’s. It was past five o'clock, and the second floor was cleared out except for a couple of techs who decided to stay late and look into some of the code they’d had trouble with earlier in the week.
Not wanting to disturb them, Sam kept a steady pace on her path to her husband’s office. At work, she tried not to think of him as her husband. She thought of him as the boss, except she didn’t work for him directly anymore. Technically.
“Hey.” He greeted when she walked through the open door.
“Hey. You needed me?” She asked, recalling the email he had sent a few minutes ago, asking her to meet him.
“I always need you.” He smiled that sexy as sin crooked grin that still made her knees weak.
“Cool it, McCoy.” She teased as she stepped into his office. “What’s up?”
She watched as Logan pulled his keys from his top drawer and then held them out to her. Since they rode together most days, she knew what he was doing, and she wasn’t sure how happy she was about it. “When are you coming home?”
Sam knew the routine, knew Logan often needed to stay late for something Xavier wanted, or for a client he needed to meet with. Since it was Friday, she was leery about what type of meeting he might be having, but she wasn’t going to ask.
“Give me an hour.” He told her.
His gaze was riveted on her, and Sam felt the intense heat snake up her spine the way she always did when he looked at her. For all it mattered, she could have been stark naked standing in his office, rather than wearing her normal Friday casual wear – jeans and a t-shirt.
“An hour?” Logan was always overly optimistic with his timelines and an hour usually meant two, sometimes three. “Well, I think I’m going to stop at Club Destiny for a drink. Ashleigh said she’d meet me there, so why don’t I catch up with you at the house in two hours?”
“Perfect.” Logan agreed, standing for the first time since she walked in.
The man was utter perfection. Today he was sporting his casual Friday best, which consisted of the expensive slacks he favored and his button down shirt unbuttoned at the throat and the sleeves rolled up. Other than when the man was buck naked, she had never found him sexier than she did at that moment. His dark hair was getting longer than he usually wore it, brushing his collar and the perfect length for Sam to slip her fingers into.
Not that she would be doing that now, no matter how much she wanted to. In the office, she insisted they keep their relationship on the down low. Other than the fact that she was now Samantha McCoy, no longer Kielty, they didn’t flaunt that they were married.
Even though her insatiable husband had tried to convince her that christening his office was one of those fantasies he’d always wanted to live out. And each and every time he mentioned it, she graciously refused him.
When he approached, he didn’t give her a chance to back away before he pulled her against him and brushed his lips against hers. “I’ll see you at home in a little while. I expect you to be naked when I get there.”
“Oh, I just bet you do.” Sam teased, but there was a glimmer in Logan’s eyes that she hadn’t seen in quite some time.
“Be careful.” He whispered, then kissed her once more, this time more thoroughly than before. “I’ll be home in a bit.”
With that Sam walked out of his office, keys in hand, and stopped to grab her purse on the way out the door. After calling Ashleigh to confirm their date, Sam was on her way to the car.
~*~*~
Logan watched his wife leave before he picked up the phone and dialed the now familiar number. “Tag. Logan. Hey, man.”
“How’s it going?” Tag replied, a hint of intrigue belying his cool confidence. “We still meeting?”
“Yes. Only the time and place have changed. Meet me at my office in thirty minutes, if you don’t mind.”
“I’ll be there. I’m actually at the XTX office now. I had to meet with Xavier earlier.”