Chapter 35 Rosalie
ROSALIE
My phone lights up with an incoming FaceTime call, and I grab it so quickly, I accidentally press the red button, denying the call.
“Dammit!”
I’ve been waiting for Logan to call me all night to tell me how his meeting went. I dial him back, and he answers right away.
“Accidentally hang up on me again?” he asks.
“Yes,” I grumble, sitting up in bed.
Logan’s warm chuckle rumbles through the line. “Ah, Pip, you never fail to make me smile.”
Now I’m smiling.
His hazel eyes are twinkly, his tie is hanging loosely around his neck, and his hair is mussed, like he’s been running his hands through it. I can tell he’s had a long day, but he still looks so freaking good, it’s unfair.
“God, I wish I was in that bed with you,” he says.
“Me too. If you were here, I could be showing you how proud and happy I am for you. With my mouth.” I poke my cheek with my tongue to demonstrate.
He groans. “Don’t say things like that. I have to drop in at the satellite office in the morning. I’m so fucking tempted to charter another jet to fly me back there tonight and bring me back in the morning.”
I snort. “Logan, that is an egregious waste of money. I have no idea how much a chartered jet costs, but I know it’s not cheap. I mean, I know I’ve got skills, but I don’t think they’re ‘paying for a private jet’ kind of skills.”
His lips quirk up in the corner. “Baby, I disagree. Your blowjobs are fucking priceless.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll make you a deal. You tell me all about how your presentation went, and when you’re done…” I slide the hoodie I’m wearing—which just happens to be his—off my shoulder, to show him what I’m wearing underneath. “We can have some FaceTime sex.”
“You’re killing me, Pip.” Logan bites his knuckles. “Show me what else you’re wearing.”
“Can’t,” I say simply. “Not wearing anything else.”
“Jesus,” he mutters, removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.
“Presentation, Logan,” I remind him, lowering the zipper slightly to entice him. “The sooner you give me all the details on how awesome you guys were, the sooner we can get to the orgasms.”
Logan sent me a quick text after they finished their meeting, but he was heading out to celebrate with my brother, so I haven’t had a chance to talk with him until now. I am so freaking proud of him, and I want to hear how it went before we get too distracted by the sexy stuff.
“You always know just what to say to get me to bend to your will, Rosie.”
I chuckle, listening intently as he tells me about how smoothly my brother opened the meeting.
How Jared took over the middle, and how Logan came in at the end to close the deal.
As if that didn’t already make this day the best ever, Logan and my brother finally had their little heart-to-heart afterward.
Their bestie status is officially reinstated, which is a huge relief for both of us.
“I’m so proud of you,” I tell him with a smile. “And not just because you closed this deal. You deserve every success you’ve had and every bit of good fortune. I mean it, Logan. I’ve never known someone who’s more driven or dedicated than you are. At work. In life.
“On top of that, you somehow balance it all in a way that doesn’t compromise who you are or prevent you from spending quality time with the people who matter to you. Do you know how rare that is? I seriously don’t know how you manage it, but I’m so, so lucky to be a part of it.”
I dab at my watery eyes. “God, look at me. I promised you phone sex, but I’m over here giving a lecture on emotional intimacy. Why do you always make me emote? There’s another one of your special talents. Not just anyone can do that, you know.”
I let out a shaky laugh.
“Rosie, look at me.”
Logan’s voice is trembling, and when I lift my gaze, I see why. His eyes are glassy, the green in them more vivid than ever.
I nibble my lower lip, waiting for him to continue.
“I’m the lucky one,” he insists. “I didn’t think it was possible to love you more, but you just proved me wrong. I really fucking wish we were having this conversation in person right now so I could show you how much.” His gaze drops to my lips. “Jesus, Pip. The things I want to do to that mouth.”
“Aaaaannnnd we’ve just turned the corner from sappy to horny, ladies and gentlemen.”
Yes, we have, my clenching vagina agrees.
Logan laughs. “Oh yeah? Prove it.”
“Why, sir! However would I do that?” My voice is overly dramatic and slightly scandalized because I’m ridiculous like that.
He shakes his head. “Set the phone on your nightstand, facing the bed. I want to see all of you.”
Ooh, he’s bringing out the bossy tone that make my nipples take notice.
I set my phone on the magnetic charging stand, positioning it just right so the camera can see most of my bed. While I was doing that, Logan lost his shirt and tie, putting his glorious chest and abs on display for my viewing pleasure.
“Now what?”
“Scoot back, take off the hoodie, and spread your legs. I want to see how wet you are already, from thinking about getting off with me.”
“Oh, god,” I whisper.
Logan groans as I pull the zipper down and his hoodie falls off my shoulders revealing my breasts.
There’s an awkward moment where the sleeve gets stuck on my ACE bandage, but he doesn’t seem to notice because as I’m pulling it off, he seems hypnotized by the bouncing of my boobs.
I prop myself up with some pillows, lying diagonally across the mattress so he can see me better.
“Show me how much you want this, Pip. Spread your legs and dip two fingers inside. I want to see how wet and shiny they are when they come out.”
Damn, he’s so dirty.
I spread my legs, moaning as I glide two fingers inside as he instructed. When I pull them out and hold them up to the camera, they glisten under the lighting, coated with my arousal.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” His voice is gravelly now, like he barely has a leash on his control. “I want to watch you rub that pretty little clit, like you’re getting yourself ready to take my cock. But do it nice and slow. Tease yourself, baby.”
I moan as I begin a slow rotation. “I love your filthy mouth so, so much.”
“I’m just getting started, baby.”
I glance at the screen, seeing his eyes darken, locked on my every move. “I want to see you, Logan. I need to watch you, too.”
His lips curve into a grin as he adjusts his screen.
The angle isn’t perfect, but I can now see him from his head down to mid-thigh, which gives me all the good stuff.
Logan unbuckles his belt, lowers his slacks and boxers, pushing them down his legs until they’re out of sight.
His thick cock is fully erect as he wraps his fist around it, groaning as he slides down from root to tip.
“Is this what you wanted, Rosie?”
“God, yes!” I shout as I rub myself faster, lost in the moment.
“Ease up, Rosie,” he commands. “Nice and slow, remember.” When I do as he says, he adds, “Good girl.”
Why is that so hot? I used to think it was condescending to say that to a grown woman, but with Logan, man, it just does it for me.
“Logan, I need more.” I’m panting, lifting my hips slightly. “Please.”
“Grab the silicone dildo. The thick one. And the bullet.”
Yaaasss, girl, my vagina cheers.
I scramble to grab my new favorite toy out of the nightstand drawer, along with the mini vibe, and resume my position.
I’m so wet, no lube is necessary. Since my left hand is mostly out of commission, I carefully use it to hold the mini vibrator over my clit and switch it on to a lightly pulsing beat, while my right hand works the dildo inside of me.
“Rosie, you are my every fantasy come true, you know that? Look at you. You’re a fucking goddess.”
“Oh, god, Logan, it’s not you, but it’s such a good substitute.” My eyes roll back as pleasure zings down my spine.
“That’s it, baby. Keep fucking yourself, just the way you like it.”
The muscles on his arm flex as he strokes himself, and his breath shudders every time he reaches the head, twisting his fist before working it back down again.
“Fuck, I wish I could taste you. My tongue would be all over that pretty pussy, licking and sucking until you were screaming my name. And then I would kiss you, so you could see how fucking incredible you taste, and so I could keep tasting you as my cock reminds you who’s going to be railing you for the rest of your life. ”
“Logan, I’m so close,” I pant. “I want you to come with me. Can you get there?”
“Yeah, baby, I can get there.” He strokes faster. “When I get home, I want you to be waiting for me in my apartment. Do you think you can do that?”
“I can do that,” I agree, moaning like a porn star as I pick up the pace.
“First, I want you on your knees, and I’m going to fuck that sassy mouth of yours until I come down your throat.”
I whimper and my toes curl. “I’m good with that.”
“Then I’m going to bend you over my kitchen counter, eat your delicious cunt from behind, and then fuck you like an animal until you can’t walk before I come all over your perfect ass.”
“Holy hell…” My back arches as the first sign of my orgasm builds.
“Then I’m going to clean you up and make love to you in the bedroom until we can’t stay awake any longer. The following morning, you’re going to sit on my face so I can eat you for breakfast, and then I’m going to cook you whatever food you’re in the mood for.”
“You know I won’t say no to food.” I gasp. “Or face-sitting for that matter. Almost there… God, Logan.”
“I’m right there with you, baby. Let it go.”
My body tenses, my legs shake, and I scream Logan’s name as a wildly intense orgasm rips through me.
At the same time, he groans my name like a prayer as long jets of cum shoot onto his stomach.
I switch off the vibe, letting it roll to the side, and gently remove the dildo from my body.
We both lie there panting, catching our breath as we watch each other through the screen.
“Jesus, Pip.” Logan’s lips curve into a dopey smile as he wipes himself off with his discarded shirt. “I’m fucking wrecked.”
“Same.” I laugh, turning to my side. “We should probably get some sleep, huh?”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” His smile softens. “I love you, Rosie. Always.”
“Love you.” I yawn as my eyes flutter shut. “Stay with me, okay?”
He shifts in bed until he’s lying down like I am. “I’m not going anywhere. Sweet dreams, baby.”
The last thing I see before drifting off is his sleepy face, watching me through the screen. We might be hundreds of miles apart, but in this moment, with his voice in my ear and that look in his eyes, I’ve never felt closer to him.