“Your wish is my command.”
He enters me slowly, inch by inch. As I take him in, my inner walls clench around him with delight and protest.
“Fuck, you’re big,” I say, leaning my head back.
He kisses the exposed side of my neck. He pulls out then slams back into me hard. Logan makes love to me in a maddening rhythm, flicking my nipples with his fingers.
“This is so good, Nadine.”
Feeling his hot breath against my earlobe is amazing. Feeling him inside me is almost too much to bear. My entire body is on fire, desperate for release. Logan drives into me even harder, dropping one hand to my clit.
“I’m so close,” he whispers, circling my clit until my legs buckle. I grasp the railing even harder, moving my other hand behind me to grip his neck. A crushing pressure forms inside me, threatening to undo me. Oh, God. I will come so hard I might pass out. When he starts widening inside me, my thighs quiver.
“Logan—”
“Now!”
I come harder than I ever have, tremors overcoming me as we both ride our orgasms out. Afterward, Logan holds me in his arms until I calm down, kissing my shoulder gently.
***
“Let’s wrap this up for today,” Logan says as we dress. His shirt is finally dry, and he puts it on.
“More than agree. I can’t even feel my body.”
Logan grins, running a hand through his hair. “Now, that’s not only because of the work, is it?”
I fold my arms over my chest, enjoying the banter. “Not sure. I do recall doing something equally exerting that was also fun.”
Logan puts one hand on the side of my ear. “What else could be at fault for it?”
“You’re going to make me say it out loud, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. That big ego you keep hearing about? I need to feed it with something. So, tell me.”
“Can’t remember. I guess I need to be reminded.”
“Challenge accepted.” He kisses my forehead. “I want us to head home first.”
“Let’s go,” I say.
“Let me check something before we leave.”
“Okay.” He goes to the front room while I remain in the bathroom, freshening up. When I join him in the front, he’s pacing around the room, sporting a frown.
“What’s wrong?”
“I have bad news. The floor is rotten.”
“No.” I freeze. “The owner said there was no need for ground renovations.”
“He lied so you’d sign without bringing a specialist to check the place. I was rather suspicious when he told you to sign right away. In all my years of business, whenever someone gave me an ultimatum, there was something fishy going on.”
“I checked the place, but it didn’t even cross my mind that he was lying to my face.”
“I can have your contract canceled, and I can make that moron very sorry, just say the word.”
“No.”