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I’ve gasped his name a hundred times already, but I swear he gets bigger and harder every time he's inside me. His taut legs shudder against the desk, his hands gripping me by the waist, his blazing eyes burning into mine.
He dares me to want him as much as he wants me, just like this. Forever.
He can hold his breath for five minutes under freezing water, I’m sure. But more impressive, more incredible for me, is his capacity to give me a perpetual climax.
It’s almost too much but it feels so good, especially when he senses my real limit, letting his own release join mine as we both collapse into each other.
Our heaving chests rise and fall together until they're still, neither of us wanting to move or do anything else.
“How long do we have?” I eventually ask. “Until someone comes to check on your handiwork, I mean. Or lack of it.”
I pout when I feel him slide out of me, making me miss him already even though he’s right here. “Tonight, if we push it. Staying here is suicide.”
My head bobs absently and I try to string some words together, but I decide to leave all the planning to Logan from now on.
He has learned my biggest weakness so far, and the effect it has on me. Plus, I did get my wish. I mean, I already agreed to do whatever he tells me to, didn’t I?
CHAPTER 8
Logan
If I told her everything I found out while she slept, we’d probably be at it again by now, on the washing machine or wherever else was closest.
The insurance fraud—that’s the tip of the iceberg as far as Ret Foster is concerned. Real piece of work. Stephanie wants to blow the whistle, which is honorable, but she’s only experienced one side of the world she lives in.
If we squealed now, we’d both be dead before sun up. That much I'm sure of.
I know how ruthless men like Foster are. Plus, it would take days to collate and transport this treasure trove of evidence by myself.
Risking time like that might work if it were just me. But I've got Stephanie to think of now. Her safety and her happiness are my only assignment from now on.
Getting out of the building from inside her family’s palatial apartment is easier than getting in uninvited. A rear, basement parking garage is our only way out, undetected.
In less than a half hour, we’re on the freeway. I’m driving a standard car I keep for assignments. Nothing fancy and definitely not what Stephanie’s used to.
She’s taken it pretty well, considering. Probably more shocked that folks actually do get around in cars like this.
Hey, if I can fit in comfortably, that’s enough for me.
“What’s the matter? Your seat not far back enough?” I quip. I get it though, she’s had limousines and first-class everything since she was born.
We still have a long drive ahead of us.
“You seem to know everything about me and my family, Logan. So far, all I know is your first name. And no, this seat doesn’t go back far enough.”
She starts to hyperventilate, shooting me a worried look because I know she’s having second thoughts. Who wouldn’t?
“You’re right,” I agree. “It’s okay, really. Sorry to rib you about the car thing.”
“I-I’m just scared now, Logan.”
“I know. It’ll be alright, you’ll see. You really wanna hear all about boring old me, though?” I joke, trying to lift her mood.
It works. In seconds I have her full attention once she wipes her eyes and leans in closer to me, resting her hand on my arm as I drive.
“I do, actually. I want to know everything about you, Logan, even if it takes all night to tell me.”
“It is a few hours to a safe place,” I muse aloud, but I’ve never been one to talk about myself. Then again, I haven’t exactly had much living company for a while.
