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  He made this gruff grunt as his body slammed against mine. The back of my head connected with the wall, the loud thump echoing in the cube we were boxed in.

  He didn’t break the kiss as he slid a hand behind my head, cushioning it. I wanted to beg him to take me right here, right now, to just push the emergency button and have the elevator stall, to give us this moment in time where nothing stopped us.

  And then he reached out and pressed the button on the console that would resume our ascent. All too soon I felt the elevator come to a stop and of the doors opening. Reality set in again. Logan broke the kiss, and I groaned in disappointment. He looked at me with an intensity that had my inner muscles clenching.

  “This is your last chance to leave, to put an end to this, Beatrix.” His voice was so rough, the timbre serrated. “Because once we go all the way, there’s no fucking way I can stop myself. There’s no way I can let you go.”

  I didn’t know what he meant by the last part, but I was too clouded with arousal to put a stop to anything.

  I slid my hand in his, twined our fingers, and was the one to lead him out of the elevator.

  Chapter Twelve

  Logan

  I was surprised I’d been able to make it into the apartment. I could have taken Beatrix right in the fucking elevator and not give a shit who saw. In fact, I wanted people to see me claim her, to know she was mine, that no one would ever have her but me.

  And that was the damn truth. No one would ever know what she felt like, how she tasted, what she felt like inside.

  I was so hard. My cock throbbed behind my slacks, and the memory of grinding it against her soft belly nearly had me coming. And as I stared at Beatrix as she walked around my penthouse, as she took in everything, running her fingers along the books that lined the built-in shelf off to the side, or as she gazed down at the city below, all I wanted to do was rip her fucking clothes away and bottom out inside her. A groan left me at the image that thought conjured up. The only thing that mattered right now was this woman, this sweet, soft female who was giving herself to me.

  “Come here, Beatrix.” Those words came out of me harsher, more demanding than I’d meant. Or maybe that’s exactly how I’d meant to say them. Right now, I didn’t feel like myself. I felt wild and unhinged, and all because of her, because of the sight, smell, and feel of Beatrix.

  She was right in front of me a second later, the desire on her face so thick I could almost taste it. I didn’t hesitate to wrap my hand around her lower back and pull her in close, let her feel how thick and hard my cock was for her. I slanted my mouth on hers, stroking my tongue against her lips, along the seam, before slipping the muscle inside. She opened for me right away, allowing me to move my tongue against hers. I couldn’t hold back the groan that spilled from me.

  I slid my hand up the length of her spine and reached up to take her nape in my hand, pulling her forward and titling her head back so I could deepen the kiss. Beatrix gasped when her chest slammed into mine. She braced her hands on my pecs and curled her nails into my chest, and despite the clothing that stopped her skin from touching mine, I felt her touch like it was fire.

  I hissed out from how good it felt.

  My cock jerked from the softness of her, from the scent of lemons that came from her, and at the way she broke the kiss and looked up at me with wide, vibrant eyes. Lowering my head toward hers again, I claimed her mouth, unable to get enough. I licked and sucked at her tongue when she opened for me and groaned against her lips at her surrender.

  “I need you,” I growled.

  “I need you, too,” she moaned in response.

  I didn’t break our kiss as I reached behind and searched for the zipper of her dress. I gripped the little piece of metal and started pulling it down, the sound of it loud coming undone.

  She broke the kiss before I could fully take it off her, and in an arousal-laced fog, I watched as she removed her dress, that red material sliding down her body like silk turning to liquid.

  She was braless, her breasts full, the tips peaked and hard. She wore a little white thong, and without having me ask her to do it, she slipped it down her thighs and kicked it aside.

  She stood naked in front of me, and I could tell by her breathing she was nervous, but I could also see her arousal was strong by the way her pupils dilated, how her nipples tightened under my gaze, and by how fast she was breathing.

  My control slipped for good as I all but tore at my tux, needing the offending material off. And when I was just as naked as she was, I reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking it from root to tip. That was a mistake, one I had to stop instantly or I’d come in my hand.

  “Come here,” I said so low my voice almost sounded distorted.

  She was back in front of me a second later, our bodies pressed together. I had to bite my tongue not to groan in pleasure. She was hot and sweet and surrendered herself to me so easily, because she wanted this—no, needed it—as much as I did. When she put her hands on my chest, her bare skin finally touching mine, my cock jerked almost violently. The fucker wanted buried between her thighs.

  I took a step back despite it being the hardest fucking thing I’d ever done in my life. I looked my fill of her nude body. Christ, her form was a work of goddamned art.

  “You’re beautiful,” I whispered. I could have said something filthy, obscene in how I felt when I looked at her, how I wanted to part her thighs and look at her cunt, but Beatrix was the epitome of beauty, and saying anything else right now seemed wrong.

  My fucking cock was liable to explode if I didn’t have Beatrix soon. And when I came, I wanted to be buried deep in her.

  Looking at her breasts, those big, glorious weights with the pink tips, they had me wrapping my hand around my cock, because I just couldn’t help myself. And she stood there and let me look my fill, let me touch myself like a dirty bastard as I eye-fucked her.

  Her breasts slightly shook from the force of her breathing, and a low growl left me involuntarily.

  “Fuck. I’m liable to come right now and I’ve barely touched you.” I hadn’t meant to admit that out loud.

  “Don’t do that, Logan” she whispered. “It would be over before it started.”

  The way she said my name, all breathy and needy, had me grunting in desire. Possessive need slammed into me that this woman was giving herself to me, only to me. I moved closer to her again, and her breathing changed. Her breasts rose and fell because of the action, her nipples seeming to tighten further. My mouth watered.

  Damn, I was hard.

  I lowered my gaze to her pussy, one with a thatch of short, darker strawberry-blonde hair covering it. “God, I want to devour you until there isn’t anything left.” Again, I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. I moved closer to her, and she surprised the hell out of me by pushing my hand away and taking hold of my cock. I groaned at the feeling of her stroking me, of her little palm moving up and down my length. My balls drew up, and I was about to stop her before I got off, but shocking the hell out of me again, she lowered herself to her knees in front of me. I was stunned at first, frozen in place. Beatrix stared up at me, her hand still wrapped around my dick, her mouth so close to the tip. Pre-cum was a steady constant from the crown, and all she’d have to do was lean in an inch and lick it off, take it into her body.

  “Beatrix.” I breathed her name out, unsure what to say. This certainly wasn’t what I was expecting, but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to stop it. “God, what you’re doing to me right now…?” I trailed off. My voice was strained, my arousal growing.

  “I’ve never been this—” She paused, as if choosing her words. “—forward before.”

  Don’t stop now. Don’t overthink it, baby.

  “Although I could say you don’t have to be on your knees in front of me, it would be a lie if I didn’t admit it’s so fucking hot and turns me on like crazy.” Cupping the side of her face, I smoothed my fingers over her parted lips. Neither of us said anything else,
but there didn’t need words to be spoken to understand what was happening here.

  Beatrix leaned forward, her warm breath brushing along my cock. A strangled noise left me when she parted her lips farther and took the head into the hot, wet confines of her mouth.

  I reached out and wrapped my hand around her hair, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back slightly as pleasure coursed through me. She took as much as she could, hollowed out her cheeks, and relaxed her throat.

  “Christ,” I groaned, unable to stop myself. “Beatrix, God, Beatrix. I could come from the sight of you alone, but this?” I let out a shuddering breath. “Feeling you, having your mouth on me… fuck, it’s nearly my undoing.”

  She made a humming noise around my girth, and I couldn’t stop the moan. The head of my dick nudged the back of her throat, but she didn’t give up on giving me head when she slightly gagged. And I found that so fucking hot. Over and over, she brought me to the brink of getting off, but it was when she reached down and took my balls in one hand and gave them a squeeze that I felt the tendrils of my climax start at the base of my spine.

  No, I couldn’t let this end right now, not even when filling her mouth with my seed would be hot as fuck.

  Taking hold of her shoulders and moving back until my cock slipped free of her mouth, I helped her to stand. It was almost impossible to break the suction she had around me, simply because I wanted her so damn badly to finish. But I wanted to feel my cock pistoning inside her even more.

  Her lips were swollen and red, glossy from my pre-cum and her saliva. A surge of possessiveness, of need to own this woman, slammed into me.

  I grabbed her nape and pulled her forward until our lips crashed together. I took her mouth in a brutal kiss at the same time I used my body to turn us so I could press her against the wall. I moved the hand that was on her neck down her back and curled my fingers into her ass. The feel of her fleshy mounds had me groaning against her lips.

  I panted and squeezed her ass cheek again, knew I was playing with fire, because I’d lose control far too soon if I kept this up. And then I slid the hand holding her nape to the front, curled it gently around her throat, feeling her pulse beat wilding beneath my fingers. I kept her stable as I fucked her mouth. Fuck, I knew I needed to back off or I’d come from this alone, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to be in her tight, wet pussy when we both got off.

  “Logan,” she moaned against my lips. “I want you now.”

  I found myself sliding my other hand between the cheeks of her ass and moved my fingers through her slit. Motherfucker, I was harder than steel. My cock jerk at the fact that she was soaked for me, her cream dripping along my fingers. I teased her pussy hole while still kissing her then shoved that digit inside her, fucking her in deep strokes from the inside out. She rose on her toes and gasped against my mouth.

  When I pulled back to look in her face, I saw she was lost in the throes of her pleasure. Her eyes were closed and her breathing fast.

  “You ready for me, baby?”

  She opened her eyes and nodded, licking her lips, seeming like she couldn’t speak, couldn’t tell me the words.

  Using the hand that cupped her throat, I moved it down her body and grabbed the back of her knee. Bringing the limb up to my waist, I curled it around my body. She kept it there, her hot pussy right against my cock.

  Holy fucking hell. She was hotter than hell and wetter than the damn ocean.

  Holding her gaze with mine, I reached between our bodies, took hold of my dick, and stroked the fucker a few times. I could have done that all night, loving the feel of her silky flesh, knowing she was this drenched because of me.

  I placed the tip right at her pussy hole, gently thrusting in, not fully penetrating. I was tormenting both of us. I knew this, but God help me, I couldn’t stop myself.

  Fuck, I wanted to just thrust inside her.

  “I need you inside me, Logan. And I know you need that just as badly as I do.”

  I closed my eyes, and a shaky breath left me. “God, yeah, I need that so fucking badly, Beatrix.” I rested my forehead against hers. “You’re fucking killing me here.” I pulled back just the slightest and stared into her eyes at the same time I thrust into her in one fluid motion. Her mouth opened, she rested her head back against the wall, and we both groaned.

  God, this was what heaven was like, surely.

  Beatrix tightened her legs around my waist, and the movement caused her pussy to slide down even farther on my dick. I cursed in ecstasy. I was so deep inside her my balls were pressed to her ass, her heat encompassing every part of me.

  She dug her heels against the base of my spine, wrapped her arms around my neck, and held on as I fucked her.

  And God did I fuck her.

  I started thrusting in and out of her, trying to go slow, but the need in me was taking control. She was wet, soaking, and squeezing me like a vise.

  “Logan,” she cried out my name. I wanted her screaming it.

  I grunted in response. “Your pussy is so primed for me, so tight and hot.”

  “You’re so big,” she moaned against my mouth. “You’re stretching me so much.”

  She was so tight, so fucking tight it had to hurt her. I moved at a slower pace in and out of her, wanting this to be prolonged. I felt her inner muscles milking me, drawing out my cum. I’d have to be smart, be careful, and pull out before I came inside her. I hadn’t been with a woman in longer than I cared to even admit, and although the very thought of filling her with my seed and getting her pregnant had this possessive and territorial need rising in me, I didn’t want to cross that line with her.

  “I should stop, put a condom on. I could get you pregnant,” I groaned. I couldn’t help how that need filled me at the thought, the idea of getting her big with my baby.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Don stop, Logan.”

  Fuck. I’d never stop.

  “Hell, baby.” Holding her tight, I pulled her away from the wall, carrying her weight, and turned to walk toward the bedroom. Once in there, I laid her on the mattress, my body covering hers, my cock still buried deep in her cunt. I pulled out and pushed another inch into her. The gasp that she let out had me tensing, barely holding off from coming. But by some miracle, I didn’t go over the edge just yet. I leaned back, took hold of her legs, and pushed them out as wide as they could go. “Brace your feet on the mattress, Beatrix.” I was surprised I could even form a coherent word for how turned on I was. “Let me see all of you.”

  She did what I said and gripped the blankets beneath her, staring up at me with a drugged-like expression. I knew how she felt, knew I wore the same expression. I was riveted to the sight of her pussy stretched wide around my dick, at the pink color, the slickness that covered her and my length. Her eyes were barely open, her chest rising and falling and causing her breasts to shake from the force of it.

  Curling my fingers into the soft skin of her thighs and moving them toward her pussy, I framed the sweet spot of her where I was buried. I thrust the rest of my dick into her until my balls slammed against her ass. I was fully in her, every long inch of me deep in her body. Fuck, I was having one hell of a time controlling myself, but I started to slowly pump in and out of her, working my cock deeper, harder into Beatrix’s supple body. Her clit was swollen, as if begging for attention. And so I gave it to her.

  I placed my thumb on the little nub, rubbing it back and forth until she writhed under me, and then I increased my thrusting. In and out, I pumped my cock, slamming my shaft into her tight pussy, coating it with her pussy cream. I loved that she gasped and cried out for more. Soon, the sloppy sounds of her wet cunt sucking at my big cock filled the room, and the smell of our sex filled my nose, made me drunk, had my appetite for her increasing to a fever pitch.

  I felt desperate, like if I didn’t have all of her, I’d die.

  Fuck, I was close to coming.

  She moaned again and reached up to grab my biceps, digging her nails into my
skin. Yes, that’s what I wanted, fucking needed.

  “Beatrix, fuck, I can’t hold off much longer. I’m going to come far too soon.” I was staring at my cock imbedded in her sweet, sweet fucking body. “Squeeze my cock, make me come with you.”

  “Yes,” she cried out again. She arched her back, her breasts thrusting out in invitation. The rhythmic pull of her pussy milking my shaft almost had my balls draining inside her. But I held off. I had to. I needed her to come first.

  I rubbed her clit even faster.

  “God, yes!” she screamed out as she came for me, her cunt squeezing my cock so hard it bordered on pain, but the good kind, the addicting kind.

  I gritted my teeth and waited until her pleasure subsided, and only then did I lean back even farther, looking at where my dick was shoved deep inside her, feeling her pussy contracting around my length. Something in me snapped, and I pulled out of her only long enough to turn her so she was now on her belly. I stared at the perfect roundness of her ass, smoothed my hands over the apple-bottom globes, then used a knee to force her legs open once more.

  “On your hands and knees.” Fuck, my voice was so damn guttural.

  I positioned myself between her splayed thighs again, placed my dick right at her hole, and just held my breath. With my hands on her ass cheeks, my fingers digging into her flesh, I tried to grapple with my control. I slowly spread those cheeks and got an unobstructed view of her asshole. I was going to fuck that at some point, going to fill her with my seed in there too. Her pussy was spread as well, all juicy and red-looking, the tip of my cock poised there. I should have shoved back into her, wanted to, but I found myself pulling back and lowering myself so my face was right up in her cunt. She smelled sweet and musky, with a little hint of me thrown in there.

  I growled low, this proprietary need making me crazed.

  So good. So mine.

  I didn’t waste any time in eating her out. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, licked her cleft, because I couldn’t get enough of her flavor. And then I sucked at her pussy hole, shoving my tongue in and out of that tight opening, the place where my cock had just been inside.