Chapter 20
Logan pushed her back against the wall. He needed this, needed to remember how she felt in his arms, surrendering to his kisses.
All he could see was her flushed face as she admitted to having an affair with Royce. Feel his own embarrassment. He could see her body beneath that old man while Royce humped her with what Logan could only imagine was his long, skinny dick.
What had a beautiful woman like Gemma ever seen in that guy? Royce was powerful, sure. But he was so much older it made him question her interest in him. How could one woman be attracted to one man so much older than her, and another so much younger?
She’d only ever claimed to want sex without strings. Now you’re surprised to find out you’re not her type?
Damn it. His cock was rock hard with the need to have her, even as he was aware of the meeting in a few minutes down the hall. She grabbed his ass and squeezed his cheeks, making the decision for him. He growled. “We have to hurry.”
She lifted her shirt over her head and he picked her up, taking her to the desk and lifting her skirt, yanking down her panties and pulled them down her legs as he unzipped his fly, releasing his aching erection.
There wasn’t time for foreplay and he didn’t want any. “Tell me you have a condom,” he ground out against her mouth.
“In my purse.” He handed her the bag and she dug frantically through it, cursing before finally withdrawing the foil packet.
Logan sheathed himself and thrust inside her with one powerful push, finding her wet and swollen for him. They fucked quietly, their breath and the whispered sounds of pleasure the only sounds in the room.
But it wasn’t enough. He needed to dominate her, show her she belonged to him, purge the image of her and Royce from his mind once and for all. He pulled out and flipped her over. “I want to spank you.”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
He slapped her ass cheek with his open hand. “You should have told me.” He pushed inside her, fucking her hard.
“I’m sorry.”
He slapped her again. “Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t lie to me again.”
“I won’t. I promise.” She clenched rhythmically around his shaft and he came in a powerful rush of sensation. When he was through, he pulled out, noting the bright red handprints on her ass cheeks.
His handprints from hitting her.
“Turn around,” he said. He kissed her again, loving the way she obliged him. “You’re a good match for me.”
She untangled herself from his body, pulling away and putting her clothes back on. “We have good sex.”
“It’s more than that, and you know it.”
“The age difference—”
“You didn’t care when it was Royce.”
Her face colored, her cheeks now matching her ass where he’d hit her.
“That was different.”
“No, it’s not.”
She didn’t meet his eyes. “You’ve got your whole life ahead of you, Logan. The last thing you need is to be saddled with me when you should be looking for a relationship with someone your own age.”
He closed the space between them and tilted her head up. “And if I want a relationship with you?”
“I’d say it’s just sex.”
“It could be more if you’d let it.”
“Well, I’m not going to, so that’s that.”
He crossed his arms. “You’re full of shit. You know that? Why won’t you even consider it?”
The last thing she needed was to fight with him about this. “I’m trying to protect you. Don’t you see that? I want you to find someone you can actually have a future with. If you and I get serious…”
“Then you get scared?”
“No.” She met his stare head on. “I’m a dead-end street, Logan. I’m thirteen years older than you. Thirteen! I can’t have kids. There’s no point in dating me. You have to see the logic in that.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You can’t have kids?”
“I’ve had chemo and radiation, some of the strongest drugs they make. I’m infertile.”
“There are other ways to have kids.”
“You don’t even know me! This is a pointless conversation. I don’t want to date you. End of story.” She turned her back to him and faced the window, her arms crossed over her chest.
He suspected she was crying.
He stared at her back, wishing he hadn’t pushed the issue. She was beyond stressed. “Gemma, I’m sorry.”
“We shouldn’t do this anymore. I told you from the beginning I only wanted something physical, but you just keep pushing.”
“We have a spark—”
She spun around. “You’re not listening to me. I don’t want to go out with you.”
Damn it, she was right.
From that very first night she’d been honest with him, but the more he grew to like her the more he kept trying to change her mind.
The problem wasn’t Gemma.
It was him.
“I appreciate what you’ve done for me, Logan. I don’t want to know what would have happened if you weren’t outside my house the other night. But I think it’s best if we end things now, before they get out of control.”
His lips hardened into a straight line. “There’s one more thing I forgot to tell you. The computer finished analyzing the license plate from the van outside your apartment. They’re government plates from a state vehicle kept in downtown Atlanta.”
Her mouth dropped open.
He nodded. “I’ll see you in the briefing.”