Page 8 of Waiting For Forever

When her lips parted, I expected a string of obscenities to come flying out. Instead, she whispered two words.

“You win.”

I shook my head sadly. She still thought this was a game? Couldn’t she see that she was the only one playing?

She sounded off everything on his list. “No press, I’ll keep you updated and involved with all the baby appointments, and I’ll play nice with your…Melissa.”

Logan looked right through her. “Good. You can go.”

Even from several feet away, I could feel anger radiating from her. She wanted to raze the building to the ground. She wanted to make us pay. She didn’t follow through with either. She patted her stomach, threw me a final, silent ‘screw you’, and stomped toward the elevator.

I waited until it should have dumped her back in the parking deck before I moved, my brain rushing to catch up with the rest of me. I knew this was just the first wave of the epic battle to bring the baby into the world with as little drama as possible, but I felt optimistic. He sank into the couch, and I dropped onto the cushion beside him.

“It’s a good start, Logan.”

He had a faraway look, the set of his jaw confirming his doubts. “I doubt she’ll go 48 hours before she goes to the media, bemoaning that I’m holding my billions hostage unless she plays nice with my mistress.”

I slid closer, her words still stinging. “I’m pretty sure she’ll use a different word. Whore, I believe it was?”

He winced. “She really is a good actress. I thought I saw something in her once. Something misunderstood.” The anger slowly morphed into sadness and regret. “I don’t think I knew her at all.”

I could tell her words weighed heavy on him, even though he’d never admit it. He was too strong. Too stubborn. So I took a cue from his playbook. “She seems to have your number. Chest full of toys…I still haven’t experienced the whole bed and whipping thing though.”

He sized me up, his smirk the best kind of bad. The right kind of trouble.

“I don’t think you’re ready for a spanking. No holds barred.” He stroked my knee and traced my inner thigh, sending a flutter of desire over me.

I wanted him.

I needed him.

I scooted closer, my voice thick like syrup. It was as unrecognizable as the woman inside me who was about to beg for the pain. For the pleasure.

“It’s okay. I’m giving control over to you,” I said hoarsely, deciding I was equal parts turned on, curious, and terrified.

His smile broadened as he leaned in, kissing my check.

“Give?” His lips stroked my skin, making me tremble for him. “I take what I want, Melissa. And right now, I want you.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Logan

She stood before me. Beautiful. From the long blonde hair that hung loosely to her waist to the curvy line of her hips. Her thick ass that was begging for my hand.

She was a new submissive, mine to mold. To care for. To dominate. I wanted to do bad things to her. Push her to her limits. Show her the freedom in surrender. But I needed a moment to catch my breath. The dark hunger in me just wanted to bend her over the couch and spank her until her ass was red and her body shuddered with tears--because she was mine to do with as I pleased. Pain, pleasure, I decided what she needed. But at the moment, I was still pushing Delilah from my mind. My anger ripped at my chest. The barbs of it dug deep and played dirty.

I would never touch Melissa in this space with anger in my heart. But once I'd exorcised Delilah, all bets were off.

Melissa had come prepared, switching into a Rolling Stones t-shirt that hugged her in all the right places. Her jeans clutched her as sexily as any G-string and garter belt would. But I was never a big fan of lingerie. There was something beautiful about a woman wearing nothing but her curves.

Melissa's eyes were bright and wide with anticipation as I strode toward her. I drew my fingertips up and down her arms, watching the lust dance across her face.

"I think we both know you're wearing entirely too much clothing. Take it off."

"You're not going to rip it off?" she asked. Not sarcastically, nor in any combative way.

She wanted me to rip it off.

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