Page 27 of In Too Deep

“You are quite the mystery, you know that? Every time I turn around, you do something unexpected,” he says after a few moments of tense silence.

I straighten, eyebrows pinched, not sure where he’s going with this. He’s lost the irritated edge in his voice, and a softness I’m not sure I’ve heard before replaces it. His eyes flick to my lips again, and my tongue darts out to add moisture back to them. He adjusts me until I’m not on my tiptoes, but doesn’t release his hold on my face. I stay quiet, knowing anything I say is just as likely to damn me as it is to save me.

Though with the way he’s looking at me, I’m not sure I want to be saved.

“How long, baby girl?” he whispers, not a demand but a request.

I swallow again, my head too light on my shoulders. “Since the home opener,” I admit, heat flaring in my belly as I remember that night with Elijah.

He hums and the corners of his lips pull down in a thoughtful frown. “If I’d known that, I would have done this sooner,” he says, almost to himself.

I open my mouth to ask for clarification, but I don’t get the chance to speak. Not when Logan’s lips collide with mine in the most possessive kiss I’ve ever experienced. He doesn’t wait for me to yield or overcome my shock, moaning into it as he shifts one hand to my waist to drag me flush against him. My whole body tingles at the contact, the way he knows without ever having kissed me how to turn me into a puddle. Eyes sliding closed, I kiss him back, the apple cider taste of him exploding as our tongues meet. His grip on my hip is almost bruising, but the bite of pain only stokes the neediness flaring to life in my core.

He doesn’t pull away as he turns us so my ass hits the edge of his desk. I don’t fight him as he reaches down with both hands and scoops me up under my thighs to sit me on the surface, my legs falling to either side of him as he steps between my thighs. I’m dizzy from his kiss, the demanding but tender touches to my waist, my hips, my thighs. He doesn’t move beneath my clothes, but they might as well dissolve around me.

When he pulls away suddenly, I lurch forward, trying to follow his lips. But then one of his hands is at my throat, forcing my eyes up to his face again. There’s a new glint flickering in his gaze, like something wild has awoken within him and is on the verge of possessing him completely.

“It kills me to know that I could have had you this whole time. That I wasn’t just imagining things, and that maybe you felt the same way…” he trails off with a growl.

I’m trembling under his grip, frozen in place as his other hand slowly traces nonsense patterns on my inner thigh, moving myskirt toward my waist. Something short-circuits in my brain as he grazes the seam of my hip with a fingertip, or at least that’s what I tell myself as my chin lifts, and I smirk.

“Bold of you to assume that you could’ve had me, or that you even have me now.”

Whatever tenuous control Logan had over that beast within him officially snaps, and I gasp as he drags me off the desk with one hand, hardly letting me get my feet under me before he pushes my face down toward the gleaming wood. Flipping up my skirt, he exposes my ass cheeks and the tiny string of my thong. I have just enough wherewithal to brace myself before the first blow lands, the crack of flesh on flesh followed by the sting making my pussy clench on air. He spanks me over and over, and I lose count for a moment, only aware of the way wetness weeping onto my thighs for him.

He teases a finger over the soaked crotch of my panties, chuckling darkly to himself. “Seems like I’m not so bold after all. You fucking love this, don’t you? You love it when Daddy spanks his naughty brat,” Logan growls, a sinister edge to his voice.

My soul leaves my body, all thoughts of right and wrong, ofshould weorwe can’torwhat ifdissolving like cotton candy in the rain. His voice, his scent, his mere presence are so alpha, and my instincts override every iota of common sense I have. Less than ten minutes ago, I was sure I was about to lose my job, but now I’m bent over a desk and aching for Logan’s hands to touch me, use me, spank me, whatever he wants.

Whack-ass omega shit or not, I can’t deny the way Logan makes me feel. Ever since that first day when I went down to tell him off, the sexual chemistry between us has been bubbling closer and closer to the surface. Despite all my attempts to brush it off or explain it away, it was only a matter of time before we boiled over. And hearing him talk like this only confirms that the attraction hasn’t been one-sided.

As Logan’s fingers trail over my thighs, I wiggle my ass, which is invitation enough for him to spank me twice more with the hardest blows yet. There’s a pause, and I think it’s over, so I try to push up so I can stand. But his grip tightens on the back of neck, and he pushes my face harder into the desk.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby girl? We’re just getting started. I told you there’d be consequences, didn’t I? I’m going to ask you my questions again, and you’re going to answer them, addressing me properly and without lying this time. Do you understand?” he asks, a little more under control now, but not by much.

I nod as much as I can, practically drooling onto his desk calendar. He purrs for a moment as his calloused hand rubs over the inflamed curve of my ass.

“Is it just Ace, or are the others involved?” he starts.

I swallow, trying to keep my head. But it gets increasingly difficult the closer his fingers get to my dripping core. “I’ve only fucked Oli and Eli so far... Daddy,” I say, testing out the honorific and bracing for the spank just in case I’m wrong.

“Good girl. Why not Spencer?” he pushes, fingers now deliberately tracing the soaked edges of my panties, demonstrating the other side of the punishment coin.

“He and I have... history.” I’m not sure if I want to get into my trauma when I’m ass up in front of a guy playing with my cunt like it’s his personal fidget toy.

Logan growls low in his throat, two hard spanks falling onto my ass. I arch my back, crying out in pain. He doesn’t stop with two, though the ones after aren’t as harsh.

“Daddy, please! I’m sorry!” I babble, my mind going fuzzy at the edge.

He stops and purrs, rubbing away the hurt as I try to catch my breath. I shiver, my whole body hot and cold at the same time. I’m not sure how far this game is going to go, if he’s going to stoponce he gets his answers. We’ve crossed a threshold, and now that I’ve had a taste, my instincts are screaming formore, more, more. And that scares me more than anything Logan has said or done. Throwing caution to the wind is not me, but this alpha makes me want to be reckless, to jump and wait for him to catch me.

His scent settles over me like a weighted blanket, and I have to struggle to keep my eyes open. My thoughts are hazy around the edges, and it takes effort to keep myself tethered to the ground. I’ve only ever gone to what Oli calls “sub-space” a few times, and I don’t like it. The loss of control, the vulnerability it brings, is not what I need right now.

But try telling that to my omega side. That bitch is ready to melt like butter beneath Logan’s extremely talented palm. Especially when his fingers on the back of my neck find every knot and ball of tension, massaging them as he draws me back from the edge of panic.

“Daddy’s got you, baby girl. Just one more question, and then your punishment is over, okay? Can you do one more for me?” Logan coos, a transformation from the nearly feral tone from earlier.

Sniffling a little, I nod. He doesn’t chastise me for not answering verbally, which I’m grateful for. I have a feeling I’m going to have a hard time sitting through tonight’s game as is.

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