Chapter 18
Logan
It takes me a moment to gather my wits about me. Her braid has completely undone me. I want to wrap it around my hand and hold her in place while I fuck her mouth roughly until I shoot my load down her throat.
She played me like a pro, which surprises me, but two can play at that game.
I knew she made that mistake on purpose to get closer to me.
I’m older and wiser than she is, and she has absolutely no idea how much her close proximity affects me.
The scent of that expensive perfume that she uses sparingly.
Her curves are so delectable, I want to strip her naked and just look at her for a while before I do anything to her.
Turning back to the computer, I save the document in the wrong place and then delete the email, also removing it from the Bin.
With a slow smile, I lean forward and press the buzzer. “Serena, can you come in here for a moment?”
“Uhm, oh-okay,” she says.
She wasn’t expecting that, so it’s knocked her back a step.
Pushing open the door, she looks at me with those green eyes that have captivated me. She thinks she hides her demons, but she isn’t as skilled in that as she thinks.
“I’ve lost the document,” I state.
“What?” she asks, confused, but then shakes her head. “I’ll email it to you again.”
Before she turns, I stop her. “No, I saved it, but it’s gone, and so has the email. I need you to find it on here in case it went into the public folder.”
“Oh.” Her puzzled expression is a joy as she comes closer, bending down to click the mouse in all the obvious places. “If you saved it, it should have gone to Documents,” she murmurs.
Leaning back in my chair, my gaze scans over her ass, her hips, the curve of her back.
It’s a pity I can’t see her cleavage from here.
Her tits are magnificent. Seeing them all plumped up in that sexy bustier the other night was a treat and one I hope to unwrap soon.
I’ve given up trying to stay away from her. I can’t. It’s impossible.
She will be my downfall, but I don’t give a fuck. I want to take one sip of her before Quentin comes for me personally to remove me from this earth, but it will be worth it just to have one night with her.
Admiring her face, noting the less-is-more aspect of her make-up, it drives it home how much younger she is than me.
I’ve never been one to dip into the previous age bracket.
It wasn’t my style, and I like a mature, experienced partner.
Serena has changed all of that. With three encounters, she has changed how my brain works and what my body wants.
Both want her.
It’s undeniable.
“Here,” she says triumphantly a moment later. “It was in the Anderson Shoemakers folder.”
“How odd.”
She faces me, her eyes narrowed, a small smile on her lips. “Yes, how strange.”
She’s busted me, and she knows it. It brings a pretty blush to her cheeks that I find endearing and stiffens my cock further in my pants. I’ve been sporting a semi since she came in here the first time.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to run my hand under her skirt, up her inner thigh, to delve into her core and bring her to the brink of pleasure before dismissing her from my office, leaving her panting and on the edge, craving my touch.
I know she wants it. I can see it in her gaze.
My actions on Saturday night have triggered her.
She is looking for a savior, someone to protect her and keep her safe.
She needs the validation because someone hurt her badly in the past, and she doesn’t feel worth it.
I inadvertently stumbled onto the one thing that she so desperately requires, but I also know that not anyone could give it to her.
Certainly not some asshole whelp like Paul, who didn’t know the best thing when he had her.
No, she’s looking for someone who can shelter her from the bad things in this world, and she’s found him in me.
Little does she know how far I will go to prevent her from coming to any harm.
My phone rings, and I reach for it, answering it while she stands in front of me, almost awkwardly now.
“Rose,” I say quietly.
Serena’s eyes narrow further, and her lips purse slightly. Her jealousy is gorgeous.
“There’s a fella here. Says he’s on a collection.”
“What does he look like?” I hold Serena’s gaze, wishing I knew her thoughts.
“Brown hair and a neck tattoo.”
“That’s Guy, you can let him in. He knows what to collect.”
“I’ll get it for him.”
“No, it’s okay. He knows where to go. He’s also going to do some electronic work while he’s there.”
“Fine. As long as he doesn’t get in my way, he can do what the fuck he likes.”
“Thank you, Rose. You know you’re my best girl.”
“Feck off.”
Hanging up, a soft smirk playing on my lips, I murmur, “Dismissed.”
It draws Serena’s gaze to my mouth, her gaze full of fire. She is so envious of Rose, and I’m such a dick for making her that way, but I wanted to see it.
“As you wish,” she mutters and leaves me alone with a longing that I have never had for a woman before and will probably never have again.
Having played with enough fire today, I leave Serena alone, ignoring her until she knocks to tell me she’s leaving. I wave her off, not looking at her, or I will follow her and make her do things for me that she isn’t ready to experience.
An hour after she left, I secure my office and go as well, pulling out my phone when it dings for a text.
3 bugs. Standard set. Flushed. Coast clear. Package on route to destination.
Thanks.
Left you a surprise.
Gulping, my hand shakes when I hastily put the phone away. Surprises are gifts from the devil and come in the form of masked men invading your home, killing your family, and leaving you for dead.
I don’t like them.
But the thing is, Guy wouldn’t betray me.
He is mine. I don’t trust him because I don’t trust anyone, but I have enough shit on him to bury him alive, so he is faithful to me.
It’s enough. I’ve handed off the evidence to him because I can’t be associated with any of it.
He will sort it from here on out, and I have to let him.
The fact that he found three bugs that the Society planted is worrisome.
Usually, he only finds one. Quentin must’ve planted two more on Sunday morning while I was in the shower.
Not having to wonder why, I mean, it’s not fucking rocket science after I saved his niece, and he knew about it; it makes this game I’m playing with her even more dangerous.
Arriving home in the darkness, I spot the surprise gift on the doormat outside the front door. Picking it up, it’s heavier than I expected the brown envelope to be.
Entering the apartment, I kick the door closed behind me and cross over to the sofa. Placing the envelope down on the coffee table, I remove my coat and sit, opening it with caution.
Curiously, I see a laptop inside and drag it out, opening the lid slowly. A post-it note is stuck to the dark screen with two words and an arrow pointing to the top left corner.
Play me
Hitting Enter, I type in playme as the password, and the screen lights up. The arrow points to a single folder, which I double-click to open, removing the note and sticking it to the coffee table.
A live feed flickers onto the screen of an unmade double bed.
Leaning forward, wondering what the fuck I’m looking at, my heart pounds when I see Serena appear on the screen with a glass of wine and her phone. She places the glass on the nightstand and crawls into bed, staring at her phone.
“Fuck me, Guy. You fucking dick.” He’s bugged Serena’s apartment. From the information I asked him to dig up on her, he knew I was interested in her. Peering into the envelope, I see more pages, but ignore them as I drag my gaze back to the screen.
She shoves the covers aside, and still staring at her phone, she slips her hand into her sweats.
I’m aching to know what her porn is, what gets her off.
Clenching my jaw, my hands itching to be on her, she starts to masturbate, her eyes never leaving the phone.
Spotting the mute icon on the screen, I click it to reveal that Guy also included audio. Turning it up fully so that I can catch every pant, every moan, my dick goes hard. Unzipping my fly, I pull my cock out and stroke it gently as I watch Serena pleasuring herself.
Frowning when I take in her expression, I wonder what the problem is. Her face is scrunched up, almost as if she is enduring this act and doesn’t really want to do it.
But then why is she?
“Logan.”
She brings the phone closer to her face, opening her eyes again.
My cock twitches when I realize her porn is me. She is looking at me while she rubs one out. “Oh, dirty girl, you like what you see.”
“Ah!”
Her cry of elation makes my cock spurt out cum all over my hand. I’ve barely even touched myself, but seeing her using me to bring her to an orgasm has shoved me over the cliff.
“Fuck, Serena,” I groan.
Closing my eyes as the pleasure of my climax rips through my veins, I know now there is no going back.