Page 77 of One Night Seduction

“Oh, got to take this. See you guys later!”

She’s practically sprinting away, forcing Cassi and I to both look at her with suspicion. That is until my eyes turn to Cassi. She scrubs a hand down her face as she lets out a deep sigh.

“Okay, but you can’t tell anyone.”

“Like I ever would,” I scoff.

“Okay.”

I texted Logan when I was done with my classes for the day, and he said that he came home early and was waiting for me. It felt stupid to get excited over his next text, but when the butterflies began, they didn’t stop the entire drive home.

Logan: Come home to me, Sparrow

Home. His home. He wants me to consider it my home but seeing as I “moved in” twenty-four hours ago, it’s taking some getting used to.

When I park in the driveway, I unlock the front door with the code that Logan programmed for me. This man wastes zero time when he wants something.

Shutting the door behind me, I drop my purse at the front entry table and begin winding through the large house in search of him. To no surprise, I find him in his office on a call.

“Uh huh,” he says into his cell phone.

A smile spreads across his face, enveloping the surly frown that was taking up prior residence.

Giving me a quick wink, he continues speaking before holding out his hand for me, silently asking me to come to him. Of course, I do, crossing the room quickly before an idea comes to mind.

Instead of sitting in his lap, I drop to the floor. He looks down at me curiously, rubbing his hand over my head and down to my neck soothingly. I’m not planning on staying by his side, though. Crawling under his desk and between his legs, I situate myself at his feet before reaching for his belt. He grabs my hands quickly, delivering me a stern look as he speaks.

“I understand, but you have to give me more to work with than just ‘I have no recollection.’”

Smiling sweetly at him, I continue working at his belt, pushing at his hands until he finally gives in, releasing my hands as I finally get his belt undone. Unzipping his slacks, I slip my hand in to find him already hard. I look at him with that same smile as I pull his cock out, his eyes narrowed and focused on me as I open my mouth and suck him down my throat.

His face tenses as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Yeah,” he rasps through clenched teeth. “I’m listening,” he says as I pull back up before pushing him down farther.

Of course, he couldn’t let me take control for even a moment. His hand moves to the back of my head, forcing my head up and down in a rhythm he enjoys, and I love it. I lovewhen he uses me like this, showing me exactly how to draw out the most amount of pleasure. I love when he tells me how good I am for him, how I do such a good job for him. I love it all. His touch, his attention, his words. I’m like a strung out addict desperate for just one more hit. One more will never be enough, though. I need everything he’s willing to give me as often as he’s willing to give it.

Logan begins face fucking me, his hips bucking as his hand forces me down further and further.

Involuntarily, I gag, and a light tap comes to my cheek. My eyes blink in shock as I look up to him to see him hold his finger over his lips, telling me to be quiet. I feel my pussy pulse because, again, some fucked up part of me likes that. He’d never hurt me, never do anything that caused me true pain, but he won’t shy away from grabbing my attention, from correcting me when I need it, and I don’t know why, but I find that so fucking hot.

Maybe chalk it up to daddy issues.

Nuzzling my cheek against his hand, curiosity sparks in his eyes as he gives me another tap on the cheek. I nod in response, swirling my tongue around his cock as he does it again and again, my pussy spasming with each tap.

Slipping my hand beneath my pants, I begin rubbing my clit when Logan delivers a harder tap this time, shaking his head no. I whimper in protest, desperate for touch, but do as he says. I take my hand out, and he snatches it up, sucking my fingers into his mouth and savoring the essence of me. I squirm at the sight, feeling more and more desperate by the second.

He releases my fingers as those chocolate-brown eyes stare straight into my soul.

“Sounds good. We’ll talk soon,” he says before ending the phone call.

Excitement stirs inside me when Logan lifts me up off theground, pushing me onto his desk. He has my jeans pulled down, along with my panties, in two seconds flat and is running his tongue through me before I can even catch my breath.

“So wet for me, Sparrow,” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh, his gaze locked on mine. “Do you get wet from pleasing me?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“Yes, what?”

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