Han:
I second this. Just whisper it into his ear or while you’re on your knees. Look into his eyes and say, ‘fuck me like I’m yours, Daddy.’
Me:
Well, he does but what if he gets put off by it? He might not be into the whole Daddy thing.
Vee:
You won’t know unless you try. Stop playing it safe, Savi! That’s the beauty of flings, experiment girl!
Well, she does have a point. I look up at Logan, chewing my lip contemplatively. He’s having a conversation with the front desk manager.
Daddy.
Logan takes the keycard from the receptionist and turns to look at me. He catches me in a stare, watching him like a lustful adolescent. He grins, “Ready, baby girl?”
And I melt. Fuck.
Logan laces his fingers with mine and leads me toward the elevators across the lobby. We stand side by side staring up at the numbers at the top indicating which floor the elevator was on. I clear my throat and glance around the lobby, “Boy, if looks could kill, I’d be dead and buried ten feet under right now.”
Logan looks at me quizzically. “What?”
“The deathly stares I’m getting from all your… admirers.” I state with a chuckle and roll of my eyes. Logan laughs and the deep erotic sound of it makes me stare up at him admiration. He takes hold of my chin and leans down to brush a kiss to my eager lips.
“I wouldn’t spare a thought about them, sweetheart. If I were you, I would be thinking about all the sinister things I’m going to do to you up in that suite.”
My throat goes bone dry, but I keep my composure.
“Exactly how many other women have you done sinister things to up in that suite?” I probe, raising a questioning brow. Logan draws back and stares deeply into my eyes.
“You’ll be the first.” My eyes search his for a long moment for any signs of insincerity and that fire I had simmering in my chest slowly diminishes. “My prior visits to this hotel have been for solely business, not pleasure… until now.”
I smile, satisfied by his response. That question would have singed a hole into my head had I just let it brew. I know I said I wanted to be bad, but that doesn’t mean I would settle to being some man’s floozy either… irrespective of how goddamn hot he is. I would hate for him to think I’m some common whore throwing herself at every and any man that moves.
The elevator pings and the doors swing open. The lift attendant smiles and gestures for us to enter. “Mr. Pierce. Miss.” He greets politely and pushes the button to the forty-second floor.
Logan and I stand side by side in the elevator, our fingers brushing over one another’s, we exchange heated looks while the young boy hums along to the elevator music. Logan stares at my mouth and swallows hard when I bite my lip, gazing up at him through my lashes.
Had we been alone in this elevator I know for a fact Logan would have had me pressed up against the mirrored wall, his lips attacking mine. My palms start to get clammy, and my heart picks up its pace the closer we get to the top floor.
Logan’s hand wraps around mine and he draws me closer to him until our shoulders are pressed together. Our eyes interlocked, I feel that all too familiar gravitational pull, an intense invisible force drawing my mouth to his. Our eyes close, lips less than a breath apart. I part my lips for him and just as he’s about to close the gap, the elevator comes to a stop.
“Penthouse suite.”
Our eyes open when we hear the elevator attendant announce our floor and we pull apart. The door opens and Logan takes my hand, hands the boy a hundred-dollar bill and hurriedly pulls me out of the elevator. “Have a good night.” The young boy says with a knowing smirk as the doors shut.
The white double doors to the penthouse suite to the left and it seems we are the only ones on this floor. As soon as the elevator doors closed Logan rounded on me. We came crashing together like two crazed creatures desperate to become one. Our lips, teeth and tongues clash; moans, pants and hushed murmurs filled the corridor as we stumble back toward the door.
“I underestimated you, Wildfire.” Logan groans pressing me up against the door, his mouth hot on mine while he speaks to me in a low gruff tone. “That little number you pulled on the bike…”
I look up at him, dread twisting in my gut. Shit was he mad? Did I go too far? “Are you… mad?”
Logan presses his forehead to mine and smiles, “Fuck no, baby, I’m not mad. You jerking off my cock while someone watched was such a fucking turn on. In fact, it took everything in me to not pull over on the side of the road, bend you over the bike and fuck you savagely while everyone passing by watched.”
“Oh,” I smile against his lips. “I’ve not done anything like that before, but the way he was watching us made me…” I trail off with an impious sigh when he drags his lips down the length of my throat.
“Wet.” Logan whispers palming my ass and squeezing. “I know, you left a delicious, sticky wet patch on the seat, you dirty girl.” I vaguely hear the beep of the door’s lock being activated before it’s pushed open. In one motion he pushes the door and scoops my up into his arms. My arms and legs wind around him while he walks into the suite and kicks the door shut before pressing me into the door again, his mouth devouring mine with earnest.
“I brought you here to celebrate your birthday,” he asserts between kisses. “I had a whole thing planned but fuck Savannah, I think I’ll die if you ask me to stop right now,” he admits with an anguished grunt.
“Please, don’t stop.” I lament, curling my fingers at his neck and dragging his lips back to mine. “There is nothing I want more than you right now.”
“Christ, I want you.”
“I’m yours.”
And upon hearing those words, he tears open my dress…