Chapter 12
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I walk out of Sugar Bakery, cup of coffee in hand. It’s Monday morning, and after spending the last few nights with Logan, I’m wondering what is going to happen today. Just like every other morning, he left before I woke up.
I walk into the office holding my breath but slowly exhale when I see the front area is empty. Logan’s office door is closed, and I’m setting my stuff down on the desk when Alex walks in.
“Morning,” he grunts.
I force a smile to my face. “Morning.”
He disappears down the hall, and I sit down to work.
For the next few hours, I’m glancing at Logan’s door what seems like every few minutes, but he never comes out. In the afternoon, I’m deep into spreadsheets when the front door opens and the mail carrier walks in.
The bell ringing over the door has me looking up. “Hey, Mark. How’s it going today?”
He stops in front of my desk, and instead of handing me the mail, he holds it in front of him. “Good. Did you have a good weekend?”
I nod and try to hold back my blush because all I’ve been thinking about is Logan. “Yeah, it was good.” He continues staring at me. “Uh, how was yours?”
He’s smiling ear to ear now. “So, uh, Bree, I was wondering—”
Logan’s door opening has both of us looking that way.
Logan walks out of his office and looks between Mark and me. He takes the mail from Mark’s hands. “Thanks for bringing this in.” He turns to me. “I need to see you in my office, please.”
Stunned at his abruptness, I stand up, grabbing a notepad off my desk. “Thanks, Mark.”
He nods. His smile falters for all of two seconds, and then he smiles again. “I’ll see you later.”
I nod and watch him leave. Sucking in a deep breath, I walk into Logan’s office. I barely get inside before he demands, “Shut the door.”
My eyebrows skyrocket up. He’s standing behind his desk, hands in his pockets. I sort of expected the silent treatment that he’s given me this morning, but I wasn’t ready for this.
I turn and shut the door before walking farther into the room.
He gestures to the desk. “You can put the notepad down. You won’t be taking any notes.”
I set it down, back up a few feet, and then rub my hands together.
“What… what is this?”
He gestures with his head toward the lobby and my desk. “Does that happen a lot?”
I look at the wood door as if it holds all the answers, but I can’t make any sense of his question. “Does what happen a lot?”
“The mailman?”
My forehead creases. “The mailman? What about him?”
Logan comes around his desk and then sits on the edge facing me. His jaw is tight, and he’s staring at me as if he’s looking through me. “Does he always come in and flirt with you?”
My eyes widen at his jealous tone. I blurt out a laugh. “He brings the mail in. He’s not flirting with me.”
He doesn’t even smile. “Has he asked you out?”
I open my mouth and then snap it closed. My hesitation has him standing up and coming toward me. He stops a foot away, but I can feel the pulse in my body at just being closer to him. He tilts his head to the side. “Has he asked you out, Bree?”
I lift my chin. “Yeah… when I first started working here, he asked me out, but I told him no.”
He slowly starts to walk around me and doesn’t try to hide the fact that he’s openly ogling me. His voice is husky when he replies, “It seems telling him no didn't work. He’s still wanting you, wishing he could have you.”
He’s standing behind me, and I hear him lock the door. My breath comes out in a whoosh, and my whole body trembles. I just stand here, tense, anticipating what’s about to happen.
He moves to stand behind me, and I can feel the warmth of his body, but he’s still not touching me. “He wants you, Bree.”
I clench my fists at my sides and arch my back as if I’m searching for his heat.
His voice is like a whisper in my ear. “He wants what I had last night.”
And then suddenly what happened between us has turned ugly. I turn on him, unable to hide the anger. “What? You planning on pimping me out or something?”
Shock registers on his face, and then he shakes his head. His hands go to my hips, and I’m two seconds from pulling away from him when he drops a bombshell. “No. There’s no fuckin’ way I’d share you, Bree. I think you know that about me.”
He pauses for a moment while I stare at him in shock. “I know men look at you,” he finally goes on. “They can’t help it. But they need to know that they can’t have you. Not as long as we’re… doing this.”
I flip my head to look at him. “Doing what? I thought these last few nights was a just a thing. I thought—”
I let my voice trail off. I need to let him speak because I’m tired of trying to guess what he’s thinking.
He pulls my hips back so our lower bodies are pressed together. His hard manhood presses against my ass, and I lean into him. His arms circle me, holding me tighter to him. His hands are moving the whole time he’s speaking to me.
“Thing?” he repeats with disgust. “You think I can work next to you, day after day, and not touch you?” His hands cup my breast, squeezing me. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes… No…” I answer, confused because I can’t make sense of anything while he’s touching me like this.
One hand travels down my body, and he pulls my skirt up so he can palm my panty-clad pussy. “You want me to touch you? Or you don’t want me to touch you?”
He presses a finger over the sodden middle of my panties, pushing into me, and I arch into his hand. “I want you to touch me.”
He slides his hand under the material, and as soon as the pad of his finger touches me, I feel that I’m going to explode. He chuckles in my ear. “You like that, don’t you?”
I open my legs farther, giving him access, and he strokes me, coating his finger with my desire before strumming my clit. My head falls back against his shoulder, and he keeps stroking me, murmuring in my ear, “Does that feel good, baby? You like that?”
I can feel the orgasm brewing, and I clutch his arm. He chuckles, deep and throaty. “Give it to me, Bree. I want you to come on my hand, baby.”
He kisses the side of my neck, and I go off, body writhing, every muscle pulled tight. He’s relentless and doesn’t slow down as my body no longer feels like my own. Over and over, he brings me over the edge, and after another orgasm, I’m lying limp and face down across his desk.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I lift my head so I can look at him over my shoulder. He pulls his hand up and sucks my arousal off his fingers. His eyes close briefly, showing his enjoyment. It’s like tasting me makes him unhinged.
Putting a hand to my back, he presses me into the desk. He pulls my skirt up over my ass, my panties down to my knees, and then stops.
The sound of his belt coming off, his zipper coming down, and his pants falling has me gripping the edge of the table.
His hands knead at my ass, and then he gives me a hard slap.
I whimper as he grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. He pulls me back, and his bare manhood ruts along my clit. I’m too sensitive there, and I put my head down on the desk and force myself to breathe.
One hand leaves me, and I look at him over my shoulder. He grips his manhood, lining it up at my core. He slides into me, and I groan as he does it in one fluid motion, not stopping until he’s completely filled me up.
He pauses, letting me adjust to him, and then slowly starts to pummel in and out of me.
I turn my head and groan into the hard wood. “Yes.”
He plows into me, over and over, grunting.
He leans over, and with every plunge inside me, he grunts.
“He can look, but he can’t touch you, Bree.”
“I’m the only one that gets to see you like this.”
“You’re mine, baby. Just mine.”
I’m not sure he even knows what he’s saying. Every word out of his mouth is filled with possessiveness.
He drives into me harder and reaches around, putting a finger against my already sensitive nub. I shake my head. “I can’t…”
He chuckles in my ear. “You don’t think I can make you come again?”
I clench my eyes shut, and it’s as if I’m fighting my own body because the sensation is there and my body is fully reacting to his touch. “I can’t,” I say again even as my body starts to succumb to the pressure.
He lifts me up and starts hitting me at another angle. There’s no holding back, and I squeeze on to him tighter as the orgasm hits me fast and hard. I scream.
He turns my head and covers my mouth with his as my body writhes with the climax. He pummels into me until he’s shot every drop of cum deep inside.
I wait for him to take back what he said. Or to say it was in the heat of the moment, but he says none of those things.
He pulls out of me but uses his finger to push his cum inside me and hold it there. “Mine, Bree. You’re mine until I’m done with you.”
I should hate him. I should tell him to go to hell or twenty other things, but I deserve this. I made him like this.
I watch him as he walks into his bathroom. He looks at me through the open door and beckons me to follow him.
I look on the floor around me and can’t find my panties. I can feel the heat in my cheeks as I walk into the bathroom. “I can’t find my underwear.”
He pats his front pocket. “I have them.”
He grabs a towel from under the sink and puts it under the spray of the warm water. I try to take it from him, but he doesn’t let it go. “I got you.”
He then proceeds to clean me up before taking care of himself.
I watch open-mouthed as he cleans himself up and then pulls my skirt fully down over my hips.
I hold a hand out. “And my underwear?”
He pats his pocket. “I’m keeping them.”
I put my hands on my hips. “You want me to work without any panties on?”
He groans and shakes his head. “I didn’t think this through.”
He steps toward me and puts a finger under my chin, lifting my head so I have to look at him. “I won’t get any work done knowing you are in there without any panties, but I’m keeping them.” His voice softens. “You okay with everything? All I can give you is this until your contract is up.”
I gulp hard. I want to tell him everything, but I don’t know how he’s going to react. At this point, I don’t know if it’s going to help matters or make them worse, so I keep my mouth shut and nod.
He tilts his head. “Talk to me, Bree. You’re being too quiet.”
I tell him honestly, “I’ll take whatever you’ll give me, Logan. I know that makes me sound desperate and well, frankly, not very smart, but it’s the truth. If you’re willing to be with me for the next several months, I’ll take it.”
He leans down and seals his lips over mine. The kiss is intense, and when his tongue slides along mine, I whimper.
He breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes. “I’m just as desperate for you, Bree.”
I pull from his hold and put some distance between us. “So, uh, how is this going to work? Are we keeping this between us? No one needs to know… or uh, what are you thinking?”
I prepare myself because I’m sure he doesn’t want to announce to the town that he’s with his ex-girlfriend. He raises his eyebrows. “What? You think I’d treat you like a booty call? Is that what you’re thinking?”
I just stare at him. “I don’t know what to think. I know you don’t want to hear this… hell, you probably don’t even believe it, but I came here to try and fix us.”
He holds his hand up. “There’s no fixing us, Bree. We don’t have a future together, not like that. We can uh, enjoy each other, but there’s an end to it.”
He’s going to break my heart. That’s all I’m making out of what he’s saying.
He reaches for my hand and threads our fingers together. “But no, I’m not going to hide this. As far as people need to know, we’re dating. That’s all.”
I roll my eyes at him. “This is Whiskey Run. I’ve only been here a few months, but even I know that the rumor mills are going to be busy with this.”
He shrugs. “I don’t care what people think. As long as the two of us know what this is, that’s all that matters.”
I bite my tongue and nod my head.
He lifts my hand up and kisses my knuckles. “Now we’d probably better get back to work.”
I nod and back away. I grab my notepad that was pushed to the floor and then go to unlock his door. He stops me. “And Bree—”
I turn and look at him. “Yeah?”
His voice is strained. “As long as we’re doing this, you’re mine. If you decide you want to be with someone else, you just need to be upfront and tell me.”
I open my mouth to argue with him. He still thinks I cheated on him, and I didn’t. Not like he thinks. Before I can get anything out, he walks over to his desk, sits down, and picks up his phone, dismissing me.
I wish I could tell him that I love him and I never stopped loving him, but he obviously doesn’t want to hear it. I walk out of his office, happy and sad at the same time. Happy that I get to be with him but sad that he’s already planning the end.