“I don’t.” It came out defeated. What was going to happen now that I’d backed out–
“It’s okay,” he said, “I can barely keep from coming in your pussy anyway. I probably wouldn’t last five seconds fucking you up the ass.”
My brain spun hearing him say such vulgar things. He was so composed and calculating in the office; this was the unleashed version of him. When he shoved his dick back inside me, I decided I liked this version better.
I’d already reached what I thought was my limit on orgasms. Two had been the most I’d ever been blessed with in one go. My body seemed spent until his hands fell onto my waist and he pulled me back on him, demanding more.
He slammed into me, thrusting, and . . . and . . . he was probably going to get me to come again, but he was going to have to work for it this time. The slide of his flesh inside mine wasn’t like anything I’d ever had. It left me breathless and thirsty for more.
“Naughty girl,” he scolded playfully. I glanced at him, but his eyes weren’t on me. They were on Tara in the corner. She had her skirt pulled clear up to her waist and a hand moving inside her lace panties.
“Oh my god,” I gasped. It was like someone had poured fire over me. It was so sexy.
“Listening to you come got her worked up,” he said to me. “Do you like watching her touch herself?”
I couldn’t take my eyes away. “Yes.”
Logan drove into me harder and deeper, and I worried I was going to break rule three again without warning. But he slowed down and ground himself into me in a seductive move that teased.
“Will you take off your panties,” he asked Tara, “and show us your pussy?”
She stood deliberately, her eyes hooded. She drew her panties down over her gorgeous legs and past her heels, stepping out of the lace one leg at a time. I expected her to sit back down in the chair but instead she stalked toward us.
I shouldn’t have cared whether or not he was interested in her. Up until tonight I didn’t think about Logan much. He was my boss and off-limits. But now it was impossible not to view this exquisite woman as a threat.
Her gaze wasn’t on him, though. It was on me. She sat on the table just above my arms, her hands slowly dragging the fabric of her skirt up. And up. And then she turned to us and spread her legs so they were straddling the table, exposing the bare skin of her sex.
“See how wet you made me?” she said, slipping a hand down into her glistening folds. It’s not like I could look much elsewhere, she was only two feet from my face. “Have you ever been with another woman?”
I didn’t have to answer her. I belonged to Logan tonight.
“Have you?” he asked, pressing deep inside me. My eyes all but rolled back into my head, and his perfect positioning made it hard to do anything.
“No.” This was one of the boxes I hadn’t checked on the willing list, although I’d considered it.
“Do you want to?” It came out casual, like he was asking something normal.
I couldn’t give an answer because I didn’t have one.
“Rule number two,” he growled.
“I . . . don’t know.” I was drunk off the sex and power in this room. Power that was shifting my direction.
“Why don’t you try and see if you like it?” she half-begged. The conflict between my conservative side and wild one left me disorientated. Logan’s hand abandoned my waist to touch her knee.
“Come closer.”
She smiled and did so, eager. “But just so you’re aware, I can get in trouble if you touch me, sir.”
There was nowhere to go when she lay back on the table and put her feet outside my arms. She smelled like coconut and vanilla. I was frozen, my head over her, hesitating. I wasn’t sure if I wanted this, but my mind hadn’t issued a “no” either. Not hearing the “no” made me want to try.
His hands gathered up my hair and he held it back, away from my face. He’d slowed almost to a halt so his thrust wouldn’t send me face-first into her.
“Do you want me to tell you what to do?” he asked.
“I . . . yeah.” My heart slammed against my chest.
“Put your tongue on her, start on the outside and work your way in, up and down.”