My hips immediately press into his body the moment his hand meets my core. I’m already soaked, ready for Logan. I decided against wearing any panties today, figuring I’d be more comfortable that way.
“Shit, Lena.” He pulls his head back, his eyes spread wide. There’s a fire raging behind them and I breathe in a sharp breath, his fingers already making circles on my sensitive flesh. “I wasn’t expecting that.” He smirks.
The delight in his face is enough to push me over the edge. While still moving his hand between my legs, he slides the other one from my breast to my back, pulling me against him. He lifts me in one move, pushing his body against mine to keep me pinned against the wall. My chest is now in line with his body. I look down, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He looks up, staring into my eyes. I swallow, my heart pounding with his stare. He places his lips to my chest, gently pressing his teeth into my breast. I moan, the feeling shooting straight to my core. My thighs tense around his waist, feeling my release coming.
My breaths increase, not wanting this to end before I’ve even had Logan inside me. As if he can read my thoughts, he pulls back, finding my entrance. Pushing into me, I gasp, feeling his length fill me. His entire body is pressing against mine as he pulls back then slams into me again. Then again. He hasn’t moved his hand from my core, his circles growing more intense.
With his mouth pressed against mine, he pushes into me one last time before I come undone around him. My body vibrates against the wall as Logan finishes. He groans, keeping himself inside me. Afterward, he loosens his grip around my waist, slowly sliding me down the wall. My toes land against the carpet softly, my thighs still vibrating from having Logan between them.
He rests his head on my shoulder, his hot breaths beating against my dampened skin.
He begins to laugh under his breath, his shoulders quaking. I pull back and duck my head to see his face, confused as to why he’s laughing.
Slowly, he looks up. The corner of his mouth curls as his hand finds my face. The pad of his thumb traces a line across my cheekbone. “If I knew buying you a laptop would lead to sex like that, I’d buy you a million.”
I roll my eyes, feeling my cheeks warm, blushing even more than they already were. “You’re ridiculous.”
His smile fades, his smooth lips moving back in their natural place. He leans forward, kissing me again. “Happy Anniversary, Lena.”
I smile. “Happy Anniversary.”
Eighteen
Lena
Logan took a shower before heading out to the hotel. He needed to be there a few hours early to finish setting up and to ensure the food was properly prepared before cooking it. I was both nervous and happy for him all at the same time.
This was a big night for him and the restaurant. Even if Logan didn’t own Bistro 59, he played just as big of a role in this night as Max did.
I’m sitting on the couch when Abby knocks on the door. It’s been a while since we’ve spent time together outside of our respective jobs. I hadn’t been back to her office to see how the remodel had been progressing, but she assured me that every day crews were in there, turning it into the space she had imagined. I was excited when she had told me that she finally ordered the signs with my logo design. I couldn’t wait to see it. The feeling of pride when seeing my designs being used by my clients never grew old. Abby’s was a unique circumstance considering she was my best friend.
A piece of me is relieved to know I wouldn’t be spending tonight alone. I still didn’t enjoy being in the house alone and with Logan constantly working nights, I spent most of them still worried Julian was watching me. With Abby here, I knew I would feel safe.
Standing up from the couch, I let Abby in. She immediately steps inside, wrapping her arms around me. “Hey,” she says, her chin pressing against my shoulder.
“Hey, Abby.” I return her hug.
She’s holding a bottle of wine and a bag of my favorite popcorn.
“Thanks for bringing the wine and snacks.”
“Yeah,” she groans, sliding off her jacket and handing it to me. “I’m so relieved to be away from the remodel for a little while.”
“That busy, huh?” I hang her jacket on the hook by the door.
“I didn’t realize it would be this difficult, you know?” She leaves me and heads for the kitchen.
“Do you have a corkscrew?” she yells, glancing over her shoulder. She disappears behind the wall and I return to my spot on the couch, pulling my legs under me, crossing them.
“Second drawer on the left. Next to the silverware.” I yell back. I pick up the remote, searching through Netflix for a movie. “Starting a business is no joke.”
“What?” I can hear her opening cabinets followed by her opening the bottle of wine, the cork making a loud pop.
“You were talking about how you didn’t realize how much work it was going to be starting your business.” I say, continuing our conversation. “Mine was hard and I didn’t even open my own office space. You’ll get there and it’ll all be worth it in the end.”
“I sure hope so.” Abby emerges from the kitchen, two full glasses in her hands. She hands me one then sits down beside me on the couch, a cushion between us.
I smile, bringing the thin glass to my lips and taking a sip. The red liquid pours down my throat, leaving a warm
