Page 151 of Brutal Kingdom

Logan hands me my phone. He was holding it because my dress doesn’t have pockets. He says through clenched teeth, “They’ve texted you a million times.”

Theyare Noel and Sterling. Logan and I disagree on me continuing my friendship with them. I tried to explain to him that I’m willing to give everyone a clean slate. Even Bella, but she told us to kiss her ass. Really. She said it, right after the judge dismissed her case.

Noel and Sterling have expressed an interest in helping us make changes around town, and they’re welcome to become members of, The New Elite, our generations version of a town council. We don’t exclude based on bank accounts, family lineage, or asshole behavior. If that were a thing, Logan wouldn’t have a seat at the table.

I’m the only person from a founding family, who doesn’t have a parent sitting on town council, but I’m not ready to deal with all those stuffy men on a full time basis just yet. They think because I’m new to all this and young, that they can coerce me into doing what they want. So most of the time I give my proxy to someone, and I like to switch it up from one meeting to the next. It’s fun keeping them on their toes. Occasionally, I go to the meetings myself. I’m learning a lot and taking notes, because one day it’ll be up to us to run this town and I don’t trust the parents to be truthful when they turn over control.

I read the texts wishing me a happy graduation and send off athank you, then return my attention to the group. Simon’s staring at Tabitha, who’s trying to pretend he’s not here. The tension is so thick you can cut through it with a chainsaw. Whatever’s going on with them has escalated over the last couple of months. I get the feeling that things are about to come to a head.

Logan pulls me close, fusing his chest to my back. ”You ran off and left me with all the parents.” He pouts.

“I told you, I had something to do, and didn’t want an audience present.”

Pressing a kiss to my temple, he says, “I ran interference. Now what’s my reward?”

“For letting your mom cry and snap a bunch of pictures of you?” I snort. “That’s just the price you pay for being her baby boy.”

“It wasn’t just my mom. It wasallthe moms. All. Of. Them. Asking where my fiancé was, and wanting to hear the story of how I proposed.” He flexes his fingers against my hips. “I don’t have to tell you how awkward dodging that question is, do I?”

“You’re Logan McKay. Heir to McKay Media. Tell them the story with a bit of a spin.”

“Only spin I have for that story is when I spun you around and railed you from behind against the desk.”

Shaking my head, I say, “Yeah. No. I don’t think you should tell that story.”

“Didn’t think so.”

“Okay. You’re right. I left you to fend for yourself amongst overly emotional moms. What kind of compensation did you have in mind?”

He presses closer, and I feel him getting hard against my ass. A delicious tingle runs down my spine when he whispers darkly against my ear. “How about at tonight’s party. We play a little game?”

“Madame VP.” I say opening the door to my office.

“Yes, boss?” The sarcasm drips from Jordanna’s lips as she rolls her eyes. She hasn’t agreed to take the job, but I’m working on it.

I take her hand, pulling her inside, and lead her to the glass window. The one that I plan to fuck her against later on this evening.

We’re on the same wavelength, or she’s as fucked up in the head as I am because before I can say a word, she shifts her body to face me, pulls my cock from my pants and sinks to her knees. “Fuck Jordy.” I hiss. “I came in here to talk.”

She looks up at me and winks, taking me to the back of her throat. I throw my head back, enjoying the heat of her mouth on me.Naughty, naughty girl.I gather her hair in one hand, holding it in my fist as I pound her mouth, groaning as her velvety tongue glides over my length. “That’s it, baby.” I croon. “Work me over.”

She fondles by balls, and hums her pleasure. I hear the voices outside the door, a reminder of the meeting we’re supposed to be at, but neither of us cares. We’re too caught up in the moment to put an end to what we’re doing. My assistant’s voice comes through louder than the rest.

“I know Miss Felding and Mr. McKay have a meeting, but they’re on a very important call right now. You’ll just have to wait for them in the conference room.”

I grip Jordy’s head, fighting to stay upright. I don’t even care that someone might hear me stuttering,“Fu-uck,”when I hit the back of her throat.

“How long are they going to be?” Someone asks.

“They’re my bosses, so however long they want to take.”

The voices grumble about the inconvenience as their footsteps carry them away from the door. Jordy pulls off my cock and stands, bracing herself on the table. Now, it’s my turn to take a knee. It takes a strong man to be willing to give up control, and I surrender it to her willingly.

She spends the week in New York City at school, but comes home on the weekends to help me with planning the digital media office layouts and staffing requirements. I’m trying to convince her to transfer to Van der Borne University’s graduate school, or to take more online courses, but she keeps refusing. She says Tony needs her, and she loves her life in The Big Apple.

I hate that we spend so much time apart, but I never want her to feel like I don’t support her dreams or respect her independence. Two years is a short time, compared to the rest of our lives.

“That feels so good, Logan.” She gasps as I swipe my tongue through her slit. We’re short on time, and as much as I want to linger here, devouring her sweet juices, I can’t. We have people waiting for us, and this meeting is important. I increase my pressure on her clit, slipping a finger inside her.

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