Page 53 of Risky Game

The coolness of the wood at my backside quickly warmed, taking away any relief from the heat thrumming through my veins as Logan stepped up to me. I spread my legs so he could press his body to mine and gasped when he cupped my jaw with his large, strong hands.

“I’m not usually so bossy, but you called me sir the other day and I haven’t stopped thinking about what it’d be like for you to obey me like that.”

Combustion. I was going to explode on the spot right in front of him at the admission. He’d thought of me.

I swallowed, grinned up at him, and licked my parched lips. “I think I really liked it.”

“Can I check?” As he asked, one of his hands drifted down my cheek, down my arm, drew small circles on my thigh with his thumb. “How wet are you for me?”

“Soaked,” I admitted and closed my eyes.

He leaned in. Pressed his lips to mine and whispered, “Prove it. Spread those legs a little bit farther for me.”

I took a chance. A huge one. Larger than the one I made when I walked down to his office. I did as I was told and whispered, “Yes, sir.”

His mouth slammed to mine and his tongue dove in on another guttural sound that slipped from his throat into mine. He tasted like coffee and desire, and I drank him in while his hand settled on the inside of my thigh. He brushed his fingers up and down my thigh, making me breathless, igniting the need to move, to grind against him, but every time my hips rolled, his fingers moved farther away.

Until finally. Finally, he pressed a finger to my slit.

I moaned with pleasure as he grunted against my mouth and tore his mouth off mine. His forehead pressed to mine, and with our ragged breaths mingling together, we both watched him slip a finger inside of me. It came back soaked with my arousal and Logan cursed beneath his breath.

“So wet for me.”

“More,” I begged. My hands were wrapped around the sharp edges of his desk, digging into my palms, and yet I didn’t let go. I didn’t take what I wanted and didn’t dig my hands into his hair. Didn’t grab his shoulders for support. Didn’t slide my hands over the expanse of his chest.

I took what he gave me, sliding that one finger in and out of me, ensnared in the fascination that covered his face while he drew circles around my exposed and swollen clit.

And then he pressed his hands to my knees, left me empty while he sank to his knees in front of me.

“Feet on my shoulders, Ruby, and make sure you stay quiet.”

“Oh God,” I panted, listened, and this time Logan didn’t tease. He wasn’t gentle and he wasn’t slow.

He helped me get my feet on his shoulders, and I threw my head back, bit into my bottom lip as he leaned forward and swiped his tongue down the length of my slit, from front to back and front again to swirl his tongue over my clit.

And then he ate. He used his mouth to devour me in a way I’d never been touched before. He added a finger, two. He twisted them and thrust them with force deep inside of me before crooking his fingers all while his mouth and tongue did wicked things. To my clit.

It was moments. Who knew how quickly, but I was so primed, so ready for him, and had spent all night wanting him so badly, I came on a cry and clamped a hand over my mouth while my orgasm shattered me. He tore me apart, and that explosion I was so certain of detonated behind my eyes in sparks of pleasure that had to be inhuman. My thighs shook and Logan clamped his hands onto my hips while he kept eating, kept drinking me in, and bathing me with the desire he had to make this good for me until I fell back, slamming my elbow onto his desk before I collapsed on top of it and he finally, slowly, brought me back to the atmosphere, to our current state, and to reality.

I gasped, absolutely panting, when he stood in between my legs. There was no way I could move and his mouth shone with my wetness. The pain of my elbow hitting his desk was beginning to throb when he shoved his shorts below his hips and wrapped his hand around his hard, thick, and long dick that had a drop of moisture gathering at the tip.

“Lift your dress above your tits.”

My hands trembled as I did, and then he was there, hips shoving my legs wide open, my legs wrapping around his waist, holding him to me.

Logan stared at me, gaze dropping to my breasts, my stomach, my sex he’d just destroyed for any other man, and pumped his dick with his hand. I licked my lips, watching how he liked it. Long, hard strokes followed by quick, shorter ones, focused on the engorged head of his dick. He leaned forward and slammed a hand to the desk right next to my head.

I twisted and kissed the inside of his wrist, all while keeping my eyes on that gorgeous, swollen dick and when he grunted, I tore my eyes back to his.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he groaned, came, and his seed splashed all over my stomach and my breasts.

He stayed that way, gathering his breath, and it gave me time to gather my own senses. He released his dick, gently curled his hand around my hip, and smiled up at me. “You okay?”

I was. I was more than okay, all while being terrified.

I had started this. I had wanted this.

But could I live with the consequences?

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