As soon as our eyes lock, he starts to smile though, smiling and shaking his head. Making me feel at ease straight away.
Making me want to pick right up where we left off just now.
“Sorry about that, Mike Collins,” he murmurs. “Wants my job even though I own the damned company.”
I feel my heart swell in my chest, suddenly not doubting anything when I see the look in Logan’s eyes, the flexing of his body as it gravitates towards me again, making me feel like the most important thing on earth.
In his world, our worlds getting closer by the second.
“Just tell me.” Is all he can manage before I let him know.
“You already know I’m yours. I’ve wanted you ever since I could…” I whisper, collapsing into his arms as his mouth finally presses hard over mine, exploding the warmth deep inside me and making me feel like I need all of him more than ever instead of feeling satisfied by just by a kiss.
But what a kiss.
I know I’m no kisser, never even had a boy let alone a real man kiss me.
But with Logan, it’s like both our bodies have found the missing part of the other.
In a single moment, it all makes sense. The feeling, the whole Father-Daughter week, his whole life, and mine, all leading up to this single instance where we truly find one another.
And I instantly want more.
Much, much more.
It starts with just our lips, and I know Logan’s being gentle although he’s pressing hard, cradling my neck with his hand.
I get bold, adventurous.
Opening my mouth to his, I feel the new and exciting warmth of his tongue finding mine as we both moan quietly, feeling everything kick up a notch.
His huge warm hand moves from my neck as his other grips my hip, moving up and down my back, pulling me into him as his mouth opens wider and my tongue dances over his before I feel him lifting me up without any effort.
My arms strain to reach all the way around his thick neck and shoulders but Logan makes sure I can settle into him nice and close as he keeps kissing me. His strong arms holding me up with a sense of weightlessness that matches the entire fantasy coming true.
He relaxes his own mouth, letting me kiss him until I need air, then smiles with a cocked brow as I take my face from his, gasping. But not for want of anything but more of the same.
“I believe you,” he says, a matter of fact, pecking my cheek before carrying me over to the window and we both look out for a moment, the sun warming our faces as they hover so close to one another.
I don’t have a single thought, the whole moment is just the two of us, and every worry about before, earlier today, and even my whole life before it is suddenly gone.
“I don’t know how long we’ll have,” he says thoughtfully. Looking away just long enough to consider the horizon.
“Aren’t you the boss?” I ask wistfully, and he chuckles under his breath.
“I am, but still. There are always interruptions here. Just tell me again that I’m not imagining things,” he asks me intently, “tell me over and over again that this is what you want.”
I answer with my lips on his, and his hands tighten around me, squeezing me so hard I can’t help but gasp, feeling the now familiar buzz between my thighs getting more and more intense as I sense what we both need making itself clearer than ever.
Chapter Six
Logan
I’ve locked the door, but like I told Chrissy, I don’t know how much time we’ll have before the next interruption. Monday morning of Father-Daughter week I’m going to have people wanting things, especially after that press conference.
Her dad.
But she’s here, with me and I’ve kissed her. Staked my claim.
I also know she needs more than a kiss. We both do.
For the first time in my life, I feel the emptiness of my office which is my home filled up. I know I’ve found the one.
A part of me wants to take her to bed, another wanting to take us both away. Someplace where nobody will bother us.
“I want you so much,” I tell her, tracing my lips over her ear, feeling my own arousal becoming unbearable when she makes that sound again.
The sound of a woman who needs a man like nothing else.
I notice her eyes stray to my desk. A huge, solid wood affair that I know could hold the weight of a hundred of me, let alone the two of us.
Her body starts to shudder and she whimpers another needful sound, stammering my name as her eyes widen before they start to gloss over.
“Logan… I’m gonna… It feels so…” she tries to say, and it suddenly registers with me just how close she is, just from me holding her, kissing her.
I’ve spent twenty years building an empire, not even vaguely remembering a woman’s touch. Not even once in that time.
But if Chrissy’s arousal is even half of what I’m feeling, which has my dick twitching in my pants and my ears pounding with the blood rushing through them, then I know I don’t have much time.
In three strides I’m at my desk, settling her gently down on it, her legs opening wide for me as she moans like she’s in a trance. She lays back, automatically hitching up her skirt for me and I watch my hands run up the inside of the smooth creaminess of her thick thighs, groaning at the touch of her.
“So smooth, so beautiful,” I tell her, watching with satisfaction as she gently bites the smile that dances on her lips.
Her hands finding mine, and with her eyes still closed, she guides me to her
