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“Lick me harder.”
I had to draw my mouth away from her to catch my breath and utter, “I need permission to come.”
“Not until she does.” He said it on a hurried breath, like this was taking its toll on him.
I dipped my tongue inside her and then returned to where she seemed to like it best. The coil got tighter when her hips moved in time with my mouth. Her hand wove into my hair, pushing Logan’s away so she could grip a handful. Her moans rose in volume, matching mine. Closing in on breaking rule three again? I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. My tongue fluttered over her damp skin, urgent for her crescendo.
“Oh shit, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Her body thrashed and her thighs clamped tight on my head, keeping me in place, holding me to her while she shuddered. Then her legs fell open and she stilled on the table, her breath slowing.
He’d slowed down too, of course, but I could feel him pulsing. He’d gotten very, very close.
Tara backed up and rose to sit, giving me a slow smile of satisfaction. It made my insides quiver knowing I’d pleased her. She swung her leg over and stepped down off of the table, her heels carrying her back to the chair, a deliberate and seductive sway to her hips.
Logan put a hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist, bracing me. He built a steady pace, faster and faster until I was wild. The only sound other than our gasps was the slap of our bodies together. The coil was so tight inside, strangling all thought except the need for release.
“Wait for me,” he said.
“Shit, hurry.”
Because it was happening now. I cried out, my hands balling into fists and wave after wave of bliss slammed into me. It was so intense it was painful, but seconds later I triggered his release because I could feel his spasms inside me. They prolonged the orgasm, and I was still coming when he collapsed forward onto my back, his hands gripping me tightly.
Neither of us moved or said anything. I closed my eyes, foolishly convincing myself I wouldn’t have to face reality when they opened. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. It was pounding as fast as mine.
He brushed my hair out of his way and feathered a kiss into the side of my neck, just below my ear. “I would have paid twenty for you.”
My eyes popped open as he withdrew from me. He stepped back and I could hear the sound of him throwing something in the trash. Clothes rustled.
“Wait,” I said, starting after him. But the straps painfully reminded me that I couldn’t do that. “Logan.” I craned my neck to try to see him. His zipper was yanked up and he shuffled backward, not attempting to button his shirt.
“Logan, wait,” I pleaded. But he fled out the door, not looking at me. Abandoning me.
chapter
SIX
His rapid exit sent me into an epic meltdown.
“Get these off of me!” I said to Tara, fighting the restraints.
“Is he really your boss?” She moved slowly. I could have opened ten Adobe programs in the time it took her to go to the hook and pull down the robe.
“Yeah, he’s my boss. Can you go faster?” I tried to keep the edge from my voice.
She placed the robe over my shoulders and slowly undid the first restraint. I pushed her hands out of the way so I could do the other and shrugged into the robe, wrapping it around me as I fled for the door.
“Evelyn, you can’t,” she said quietly. “Let’s go upstairs.”
As soon as I made it to the hall, a massive man with a huge forehead was waiting, like a bouncer. He didn’t say anything. He gave me a friendly smile and gestured to the stairs. Tara set her hand in the small of my back and urged me to go that way.
“Once a client’s gone to the payment room, there’s no more contact. That’s for your safety.”
I think I was numb with shock, on total emotional overload. When I blinked, I was back on that same couch in the lounge. Payton was already dressed.
“It was Logan,” I said, still unable to make sense. How the hell did he
I had to draw my mouth away from her to catch my breath and utter, “I need permission to come.”
“Not until she does.” He said it on a hurried breath, like this was taking its toll on him.
I dipped my tongue inside her and then returned to where she seemed to like it best. The coil got tighter when her hips moved in time with my mouth. Her hand wove into my hair, pushing Logan’s away so she could grip a handful. Her moans rose in volume, matching mine. Closing in on breaking rule three again? I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. My tongue fluttered over her damp skin, urgent for her crescendo.
“Oh shit, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Her body thrashed and her thighs clamped tight on my head, keeping me in place, holding me to her while she shuddered. Then her legs fell open and she stilled on the table, her breath slowing.
He’d slowed down too, of course, but I could feel him pulsing. He’d gotten very, very close.
Tara backed up and rose to sit, giving me a slow smile of satisfaction. It made my insides quiver knowing I’d pleased her. She swung her leg over and stepped down off of the table, her heels carrying her back to the chair, a deliberate and seductive sway to her hips.
Logan put a hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist, bracing me. He built a steady pace, faster and faster until I was wild. The only sound other than our gasps was the slap of our bodies together. The coil was so tight inside, strangling all thought except the need for release.
“Wait for me,” he said.
“Shit, hurry.”
Because it was happening now. I cried out, my hands balling into fists and wave after wave of bliss slammed into me. It was so intense it was painful, but seconds later I triggered his release because I could feel his spasms inside me. They prolonged the orgasm, and I was still coming when he collapsed forward onto my back, his hands gripping me tightly.
Neither of us moved or said anything. I closed my eyes, foolishly convincing myself I wouldn’t have to face reality when they opened. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. It was pounding as fast as mine.
He brushed my hair out of his way and feathered a kiss into the side of my neck, just below my ear. “I would have paid twenty for you.”
My eyes popped open as he withdrew from me. He stepped back and I could hear the sound of him throwing something in the trash. Clothes rustled.
“Wait,” I said, starting after him. But the straps painfully reminded me that I couldn’t do that. “Logan.” I craned my neck to try to see him. His zipper was yanked up and he shuffled backward, not attempting to button his shirt.
“Logan, wait,” I pleaded. But he fled out the door, not looking at me. Abandoning me.
chapter
SIX
His rapid exit sent me into an epic meltdown.
“Get these off of me!” I said to Tara, fighting the restraints.
“Is he really your boss?” She moved slowly. I could have opened ten Adobe programs in the time it took her to go to the hook and pull down the robe.
“Yeah, he’s my boss. Can you go faster?” I tried to keep the edge from my voice.
She placed the robe over my shoulders and slowly undid the first restraint. I pushed her hands out of the way so I could do the other and shrugged into the robe, wrapping it around me as I fled for the door.
“Evelyn, you can’t,” she said quietly. “Let’s go upstairs.”
As soon as I made it to the hall, a massive man with a huge forehead was waiting, like a bouncer. He didn’t say anything. He gave me a friendly smile and gestured to the stairs. Tara set her hand in the small of my back and urged me to go that way.
“Once a client’s gone to the payment room, there’s no more contact. That’s for your safety.”
I think I was numb with shock, on total emotional overload. When I blinked, I was back on that same couch in the lounge. Payton was already dressed.
“It was Logan,” I said, still unable to make sense. How the hell did he
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