Chapter 36
thirty-six
BLAIR
“Really great work, Blair.” Tess beams at me as she reads through my latest proposal for a community service event. “It seems like you really have a good feel for who the Rogues are and what this community needs. I knew you’d be a great fit, but this is… You’re doing a fantastic job.”
My chest swells as Tess gives me another megawatt smile and taps my desk before hurrying out of my tiny office when her desk phone rings.
I’m fully recovered, Reed is thriving, Logan’s plane should have landed an hour ago, and my boss told me I’m doing a great job. Life is good. Better than I could have hoped for when Reed and I made the move. I don’t want to jinx anything, but I’m really happy.
It’s not long at all before Bryson peeks his head into my office. “Look at you go, Blair. Kicking ass and taking names. What’s your secret?”
“My secret?” I quirk an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Bryson says, coming fully into my office and leaning one hip against my desk. “You’ve gotta have some secret sauce or something. You’re a winning machine.”
I almost spit out the water I’d just sipped when he says secret sauce because my brain immediately goes to Logan and his pierced dick. Pretty sure that’s not what Bryse meant, but now my mind is in the gutter, and I’m itching to get down on my knees and taste Logan’s… Right.
“Why are you blushing right now? I feel like I missed something,” Bryson says, his tone full of amusement.
“Yeah, angel. Why are you blushing?”
The deep, familiar voice almost has me falling out of my chair. I’m not the only one taken by surprise. Bryson’s eyes go wide and he turns comically slowly to find Logan leaning against the door to my office with a sexy smirk on his face and his hands in the pockets of his gray sweatpants.
“Logan?” I ask. “What are you doing here?”
“Our plane just landed, and I wanted to see you. I was hoping you hadn’t eaten lunch yet so I could take you out. But if I’m interrupting…”
Bryson’s eyes narrow as he looks between Logan and me. “Angel?”
I shrug, rolling my lips between my teeth to keep from laughing.
“I knew you two were fucking.”
“Dude.” Logan smacks Bryson upside the head, making my friend gape at him. It’s not hard, more familiar, and I stifle a giggle. “Don’t be a dick.”
“Sorry?” Bryson rubs the back of his head. “So this is more than…hooking up?” he asks after looking between Logan and me. The wheels are turning, and I want to tell Bryson, but my mind immediately goes to the woman who had this job before me, and it holds me back.
“We’re…” I look helplessly at Logan. My boyfriend gives me a smile and shrug, letting me know the ball’s in my court. I can tell Bryson as much or as little as I want, and he’ll be good with it. “…hanging out,” I finish lamely.
Bryson’s brow rises. “Is that what we’re calling it these days?”
“Yes. Because I don’t want this to be a big deal and turn into office gossip, okay?”
Whatever my face is doing must convince Bryse not to press it, because he sighs and shrugs. “Sure. Okay, yeah. You two are just hanging out. Nothing to see here.”
Logan claps Bryson on the back. “Thanks, man.”
“One of these days I want the whole story,” Bryson says to me. He pins me in place with a wide-eyed look that is more hilarious than persuasive, but I still nod my agreement. “Right. I’ll get out of your way so the two of you can hang out and get some lunch.”
“Thanks, Bryse.”
My friend nods at me before tilting his chin up at Logan. He shakes his head as he leaves my office and heads for his.
Logan tries—and fails—to hide his amusement at my ridiculous reaction. “Hanging out, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“You hungry?”
My eyes wander to the low-hanging crotch of Logan’s gray sweatpants and my mouth waters. “Mm-hmm.”
He barks out a laugh, then he’s dragging me out of my chair and through the corporate suites. I struggle to keep up with his long gait as he tugs me down an unfamiliar hall and pushes into a dark office.
“I was going to be good, baby, I really was. I was planning to take you out to lunch somewhere nice, but then you had to look at me like that, and now we’re only going to have time to get fast food.” Logan closes the door behind us and flicks the lock.
I let out a puff of air when he pushes my back against the door, and then his lips are on mine.
“Missed the shit out of you,” he groans between swipes of his tongue and hungry presses of his lips. “Fuck.”
With his body flush against mine, the sweats Logan wears do nothing to hide his growing arousal. I moan when he presses his rigid length against my lower belly, and my mind returns to the idea of tasting him.
“How are you feeling?” he asks before tilting my head back and kissing down the side of my neck.
“All better,” I promise. “And I missed you too.”
Then his large hand squeezes one of my breasts while the other pulls my hips flush to his, and I make a decision. Pushing against Logan’s chest, I take him by surprise when I flip our positions, shoving his back against the door with a thud.
“What are you doing?”
I run my tongue over my suddenly parched lips and step back so I can drop to my knees. My hands splay over his hips, fingers in the waistband of his pants. “You’re right. I am hungry.”
Logan’s pupils blow wide, making his eyes dark and fathomless pits of lust as I tug his sweatpants and boxer briefs down his legs, letting his hard cock spring free. “Oh shit, baby. You don’t have to do th—”
His words cut off with a garbled groan when I stick out my tongue and lick the head of his cock with a slow, deliberate stroke.
“Oh, fuck.”
I grin and open my mouth, taking the crown between my lips and sucking lightly.
“Fuuuuck.” Logan’s head falls back against the door, but his gaze never leaves me as I grip his hip with one hand and wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft with the other.
I let myself explore every hard, pierced inch of my boyfriend’s dick with my mouth and tongue, paying particular attention to the metal barbells that line the underside of his shaft. His hips buck when I run the tip of my tongue around each steel ball before tracing the ridge of his crown.
“Blair. Shit.”
I can tell he’s trying to hold himself back, but I want him to let go. I want him so lost to his pleasure that he lets himself fuck my mouth. I’m so turned on by the taste of him, the feel of him, and the fact that we’re doing this at work where someone could find us, that I’m completely soaked.
Never thought I’d be one of those people turned on by a little danger, but you learn something new about yourself every day.
When Logan’s fingers tangle in my curls, I hum encouragement around him and take him deeper. He rewards me with a strangled whimper he has to muffle with his own hand.
“Baby, I’m close. You need to stop.”
Like hell. Looking up at this gorgeous man I never expected, I let him see my resolve. I have no intention of stopping. I want Logan to fall apart. I want him to lose control. I want to taste him on my tongue for the rest of the day.
He sighs when I pull off for a moment, but I’m not done. Licking my palm, I work his cock with my hand and go back to sucking. I bob up and down his length, taking him as deep as I can as I also fuck him with my hand. When I cup his balls, his grip on my hair tightens.
“Shit. Shit, angel. I’m gonna come.”
Looking up at him with tears pooling in my eyes, I take Logan as deep as I can and suck.
His hips buck forward, eyes fathomless pools of lust as pleasure tightens every muscle in his body.
His abs clench, his jaw tightens, and his cock jerks in my mouth.
I swallow down every last salty drop of his release as he loses control and thrusts into my mouth with a whispered curse.
When Logan’s body stills, he’s loose and languid. The smile on his face is utterly satisfied and full of affection, and then he bends down and pulls me to my feet before quickly tugging his pants back up and slanting his mouth over mine in a searing kiss.
“That was…” He runs a hand through his hair. “Wow.”
Pressing my thighs together, I lean into another kiss. “Agreed.”
“I’m gonna bend your perfect ass over that desk and fuck you silly. Think you can stay quiet?”
My stomach chooses that moment to growl. Loudly. I cover my face, embarrassed, but Logan chuckles.
“Shit, right. You need lunch.”
“I also need to come,” I grumble. Because I do. My clit has its own heartbeat, and my panties are slick with arousal.
“We can do both,” he tells me, cocky as ever. Lacing our fingers together, Logan opens the door a crack to make sure no one sees us sneaking out of an office together. When he’s sure the coast is clear, he tugs me down the hall, hand still wrapped around mine.
“I’ll fuck you with my fingers in the car on the way to the restaurant. Then you can sit in the booth next to me, panties soaked, knowing I’d crawl under the table and lick you clean if it wouldn’t get me arrested.”