29. Meredith
Chapter Twenty-Nine
MEREDITH
Just because I’ve decided not to let Logan touch me doesn’t mean that I don’t want him to want to.
The next morning, I pick out a crop top and a low-cut pair of jeans, knowing how crazy my pierced bellybutton makes him. I’m not showing yet, even if I did put on a bit of weight, so I can still fit in my regular clothes.
When I walk into the office, Javier wolf-whistles at me, and I laugh.
“You look amazing, Mere.” He hugs me. “Are you feeling better?”
“Much better.”
Paul’s checking me out from across the room, and the petty side of me can’t help but wish Logan was here to see that, but he’s running late.
When he does walk in, he barely looks at me, dropping his briefcase on his desk and slamming the door shut.
Now I just need an excuse to go in there.
Dina nudges me. “There’s some paperwork in his office that needs to be finished up.”
I give her a grateful smile and walk over, knocking on the door.
“Come in!"
I open the door, shutting it behind me.
He glares at me. “What do you want?”
“You're in a bad mood this morning.”
“Yeah, it’s almost like my hot, pregnant employee is breaking dress code and making me crazy.”
I grin. “Oh? Just a little bellybutton makes you crazy?”
“You know it does. I was with you when you got it pierced.”
I snicker. “I thought Mother was going to ground me forever.”
“Ended up only being a week.” He doesn’t crack a smile, just staring at my face.
I slide my hand down my body, and he follows it before shaking his head and focusing again on my eyes.
“You’re not going to win this,” Logan growls.
“Win what? I wasn’t aware this was a game.”
“I think you know what you’re playing at.”
“Going to put me over your knee, Daddy?”
He groans. “A, don't call me that. And B, don’t tempt me."
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me. Might do it in front of Paul and everyone, show everyone in this office who you belong to.”
“Too bad you can’t touch me.” I walk closer to him, around the desk, standing between his spread legs.
“Technically, I can.”
“You wouldn’t.”
His jaw ticks as he looks up at me. “I would never touch you without consent.”
Heat floods through my body, and I drop to my knees. “I can touch you, though.”
He lets out a ragged breath. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re dying for me to touch you, Logan.” I run my hands up his clothed thighs.
His hips twitch, and he starts tenting his slacks. “Fuck."
“I’m right, aren’t I? I bet you deny yourself when you’re mad at me.”
“You have no idea.” But he doesn’t move, just staring at me with a clenched jaw.
“I mean, I could get up. Go to Paul’s office?—”
“Don’t you dare.” His voice is firm and demanding, and it makes heat pool in my lower abdomen.
I unbutton his pants and slide them down over his ass, freeing his erection.
“Did you lock the door?” he rasps.
I shake my head. “Guess we’ll have to risk it.”
He just stares at me.
“If you’re up for it.”
“Not like it’s the first time I’ve been your secret. Won’t be the last.”
There’s a tinge of bitterness to his voice, but I ignore it, looking at his dick bobbing against his tight abdomen.
It’s so big and girthy I can barely get my hand around the base, but I manage and pump him a few times before leaning down to take him into my mouth.
He groans low in his throat and then a knock on the door makes me pause.
He drops his hand onto my head.
I’m hidden from the office by his desk, and when Bryce opens the door, I try not to giggle and keep bobbing my head, sucking him with hollowed cheeks.
“When are you going to lunch, boss?”
“Uh, later.” Logan’s voice is strained, and he hisses in a little gasp when I work my tongue against the head.
“Is it okay if I go to lunch at noon, then?”
Logan pauses. “Sure. And I think I’ll skip lunch. E-eat at my desk.”
If it were me, I’d be nonverbal at this point.
He’s pulsing under my tongue as I work him over.
“Very well.” Bryce shuts the door, and Logan gasps in a breath as if he’s been holding it.
I suck him harder, and he fists his hand in my hair when he comes down my throat, but otherwise doesn’t touch me, just like I asked.
I pop off him with a grin, swallowing, and then stand up, adjusting my hair so it doesn’t look like I’ve just given a blowjob in my boss’s office.
“You’re a fucking succubus, you know that?”
I giggle and leave the office, feeling powerful.
The day after that, I wear a short, black skirt and a blouse that shows off my new cleavage.
My breasts have nearly doubled in size since the pregnancy. I throw on a pair of seamed tights to complete the look, and Logan groans out loud when he sees me, slamming his office door again.
I crave his attention on me, but I don’t have a good excuse to go into his office.
For a second, I consider trailing over to where Paul is, just to see if I could get a reaction out of Logan, but that would be mean, and I’m not playing that game.
As luck would have it, I still need to go to Paul for work reasons, so I approach him.
“Looking very…appealing, today.” His eyes roam my body, head to toe, and instead of feeling good about it, I just feel…off.
“Thank you. Could you please get these signed to me sometime after lunch, please?”
“Sure. Wanna have lunch with me and we can go through them together?”
His flirting ways were fun before, but now I’m just uncomfortable.
I laugh a bit to let him down easy.
“I need to see you in my office.” Logan’s stony voice breaks through my laughter.
“I’ll be right there.”
“Now.” He turns around, heading into his office and leaving the door open.
I turn back to Paul. “I guess I should go.”
Paul smirks, winking at me. “Let me know if you want to take that lunch after.”
“Get in here!” Logan yells.
“Maybe another time.” I smile and wave at Paul as I walk to Logan’s office.
He slams the door behind me as soon as I walk in.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He pins me up against the door with his body, but he doesn’t technically touch me.
“I'm just doing my job. Besides, I was just talking to my work friend.”
“Since when is Paul a work friend? You barely know him."
“But he’s your employee. He is my colleague. You can’t forbid me from talking to him. I know you have a thing against him, but still."
“You know exactly what I have against him ,” he growls. "Why are you doing this to me?”
I shake my head. “I’m only doing my job. I had papers for him to sign, so I was handing the documents to him. That’s it. Besides, it’s not like anyone knows about us."
“We won’t be a secret for much longer.”
My heart drops. I don’t want to talk about what happens when I tell my family about the baby and Logan.
What if he gets overwhelmed, just runs off? Is that what happened before?
“You could just tell me the truth. That’s all you have to do, and then you can do anything you want to me."
“Anything?” His words are hot, and so are his hazel eyes.
“Mmhm.”
“Bet I could get you off right here. Not touching you.”
I blink up at him. “What?”
“Bet I could get you to touch yourself.”
My heart races.
I can’t say I’m against the idea… “You just want to tell me what to do?”
“I want to watch you come, princess.” His words are low and close to my ear, making my skin heat up. “Unbutton your shirt. Just enough to let me see your breasts.”
I do as he says. My breasts bounce free.
“Fuck, they’re so big. Have they gotten bigger?”
“It’s the baby.”
He growls low in his throat, placing his hand above my head on the door. “Now tug on your nipples.”
My fingers do as he asks and pleasure rushes through me, settling between my legs.
“I bet you're already wet for me."
Fuck .
I am, soaking wet, but I keep teasing my nipples, waiting for instruction.
“Show me your pussy.”
I gasp but do as he says, pushing aside the crotch of my panties. Thank God for thigh highs.
I spread myself with my fingers, and he gets down on his knees, looking right into my sex.
He licks his lips, and I tremble.
“Touch your clit. Just barely, with your thumb.”
I let out a little moan, and Logan stands again, clapping his hand over my mouth.
“Don't want anyone in on your dirty little secret, do you?”
“Fuck, Logan, let me?—”
“Come? You want me to let you come, princess?”
I nod, brushing my thumb across my clit again, but Logan jerks down my skirt, buttons up my blouse.
“No.”
Wait, what? “Logan?—”
“If I don’t get to touch you, you don’t get to come.”
I’m burning with the need for completion. “I hate you.”
He chuckles, stepping back and letting me see how hard he is against his thigh.
“I'm not the biggest fan of you right now, either, princess.”
“You’re not serious.”
“I am serious. Go back to work.”
I stare at him, but all he does is go behind his desk and sit down while I’m still aching.
I storm back to my desk.
“Oh, he’s playing chess, not checkers,” Dina mumbles to Javier, and they both laugh.
I glare at them, but don’t say anything. I just have to get to this family dinner. Then, everything will be over.
Over for good.
And that’s what I want, right?
I can’t forgive him.
Not ever.