Chapter 11: Chapter Eleven

RAE

“Hi, Michael.”

He smirks. “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again, but I can’t say I’m not happy about it.”

“I’m actually heading out. See you tomorrow,” I say in an attempt to shut down whatever harassment Michael has planned.

“That’s a coincidence. I’m leaving too. Let me give you a ride home, neighbor.”

That’s it. Michael has ruined the word “neighbor” for the rest of the time. Goodbye, sweet childhood memories of Mister Rogers. Nope. That word will forever play in my head in Michael’s deep, creepy growl.

“I was going to walk, but thanks.”

“It’s getting dark. I can’t let a petite young woman walk home by herself.”

~Let~?! What’s he going to do, refuse to sign my permission slip? “I’ll be safe, but thanks for the offer.”

“I’ll walk you, then.”

No stranger lurking around dark corners scares me as much as Michael. He’s obsessive and so full of himself he actually believes his attention is wanted. “That’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

“I do appreciate a strong, ind—”

“Michael, cut it out. Rae, can I talk to you in my office for a couple of minutes?” Logan interrupts.

I just about spring at his words. I grab my camera and, without another glance at Michael, follow Logan into his office. He closes the door and rubs his temples. “Has he been harassing you?”

~Shit~. Logan’s ~pissed~.

“He’s just persistent,” I sigh.

Logan slams his briefcase onto his desk. “Let me know if he pulls something like that again.”

“Okay,” I agree.

He raises his brows. Skepticism is written all over his face. “Will you?”

“Yes.” I try for a firm tone, which isn’t exactly something I excel at. Logan’s brows remain high on his forehead, so I add, “I promise.”

“Don’t give me trust issues, Rae,” he says playfully.

I don’t know what to respond, so I just giggle. Then, I ~do~ know what to say. Or, rather, what to ask. “Do you mind if I hide out in here until Michael leaves? I’ll be quiet if you have—”

I stop mid-sentence when Logan strides toward me and cups my face in his hands.

Our eyes meet, mine dull brown and his teal. Inquisitive. Perfect. My breathing hitches. Butterflies swarm in my chest. I melt into him when he presses his lips against mine.

He tastes like mint, and I lose myself in the feel of his tongue brushing mine, the subtle scent of his cologne, the gentleness of his thumb stroking my cheek. I could kiss Logan forever, but…

~Shit~. I gasp.

“Is this okay?” he whispers, his tone low and rough.

“Are… Taylor… Aren’t you…” I can barely think.

“What?” His lips are still dangerously close to mine.

“Aren’t you…” I’m going to have to blurt it out. I could smack myself. Logan and I made out two days ago. He’s obviously not exclusive with Taylor, unless… No, he wouldn’t do that, but I didn’t think Jake would have either.

“Aren’t you seeing Taylor?”

His eyes spring open. “What? No, of course not. Where did you… We broke up a long time ago.”

I was kind of right. They do have a history. Not that being right matters, because I just ruined what was quite possibly the hottest moment of my life. I try to steady myself with a deep breath.

“Did she say something?”

I shake my head. “Michael—”

Logan interrupts me with another kiss. His teeth softly scrape my bottom lip as he pulls his mouth away from mine. “He’s just jealous,” he breathes. “As he should be.”

My arms move like magnets, locking themselves around Logan’s neck while his tighten around my waist. There’s nothing slow about our next kiss, not like the one on Monday, when his lips were cautious.

This kiss is greedy, hungry. Desperate, in the best sort of way.

I don’t realize I’m oxygen-deprived until his lips drift to my neck, trailing kisses from my earlobe to the collar of my blouse, and I’m inhaling deeply, in need of air almost as much as I’m in need of Logan.

I try my best to swallow the moans attempting to escape from deep inside me. But I can’t help but emit a tiny gasp when I feel Logan’s fingers wrap around the hem of my skirt.

Slowly, the fabric moves up my legs, revealing my bare skin and sending shivers through my core.

His lips jump back to mine, allowing me to press my body to his and feel his hard bulge. Hot desire runs through my veins.

Then, I remember where I am.

“Logan,” I whisper as I yank my head back.

“Rae,” he murmurs softly.

“We’re… This is…” My arms do a funny dance in an attempt to show Logan that we’re currently in his office. As if he didn’t know.

“Yes,” he breathes into my ear.

“There are people.”

“I locked the door.” Goosebumps spring up along my neck as he moves his lips against my skin.

“B-but…” I can barely think straight. Logan’s fingers are running up my thigh, pushing aside my panties. “They can— ~oh~! — hear.”

“We’ll have to be very, very quiet, then.”

I’m not reckless. I overthink every possible (and impossible) consequence before I make decisions. That’s who I am.

Turns out, I left that Rae in my cubicle.

“I’ll try,” I breathe.

His fingers taunt me, sliding between my folds, sending tingles down my legs and up my spine. Desperate to feel him, I fumble with his belt until it’s loose.

I unbutton his pants and start on his fly but have to rip my hand away.

I don’t know how, but Logan knows exactly what to do, how fast, just the right amount of pressure, and how to make me bite my hand to suppress the moans sneaking through my parted lips.

“Do you like that?” he whispers into my ear.

I nod, unable to remove my hand long enough to say the word “yes” without crying out from this absolute bliss.

“Answer the question, Rae.”

I’m too close to the edge to obey his command. I don’t know what noises will come out of my mouth if I stop biting my hand; all I’m certain of is that they’ll be loud.

And then, pleasure explodes in my core. The room disappears. All that remains is Logan and me, his fingers playing with me gently as I come down from my high. I slump against Logan, breathing heavily.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, Logan. I like that.”

He falls back into the armchair across from his desk, groaning softly when I follow. I unzip his pants and tug impatiently until he allows me to pull them to his ankles. He’s straining through his briefs.

An intense desire to taste him rips through me, and before I can think twice, I’m on my knees, freeing him from his constraint and eliciting a low groan.

I smile to myself, enjoying how the power I have over his body is nearly as much as he has over mine. He’s too big to take in all at once, so I swirl my tongue around his tip, getting the taste I crave.

I feel his body tensing and then relaxing as he sinks back into the chair. With an internal smirk, I surprise him, taking as much of him into my mouth as can fit.

When I look up, he’s covering his mouth, staring down at my bobbing head with fire in his eyes. I decide now is the perfect time to exact my revenge.

“Do you like that, Logan?” I whisper, keeping his tip between my lips.

He opens his mouth to answer, and I plunge my head down, taking nearly all of him into me. He doesn’t answer the question, so I ask him once again.

“Rae,” he growls, a warning in his voice.

“~Mhm~?” I hum, not removing my mouth from where he wants it to be.

“I’m going to—” He exhales sharply “—come if you…”

“Good,” I whisper. “I want you to.”

I feel his hands on my arms as he pulls me up, bringing my lips straight to his. “No. I want to come with you.”

He reaches around me to pull his wallet from his pants and quickly unwraps a condom. “Ride me, Rae.”

That voice. So demanding. I’m about to flood his fucking office right now.

Logan unclasps the top buttons of my blouse and runs his lips down the outline of my bra as I slide onto him. The way he fills me is incredible, as though he pushes the boundaries of what my body can take.

Once again, the world is gone. It’s only Logan. With his lust-filled eyes locked on mine, his hands guiding my hips to the rhythm that has us biting our lips, and his thickness inside my hot core, pressing that forbidden spot.

And once again, I’m exploding, Logan’s body is driving mine to levels of pleasure I never knew imaginable.

I tilt my head back and lose control of my body. Logan follows a second behind, slamming into me as he climaxes, groaning softly.

We stay wrapped in each other until…

~Knock. Knock~. “Logan?” The doorknob twists slightly before the lock stops it in its path.

“Fuck,” Logan grumbles.

“Logan?” Taylor calls again. “Logan, I need to speak to you.”

“I’m in a meeting,” he shouts as I stumble backward, barely missing his desk.

“Alright. I’ll wait,” she huffs.

And then I get an idea. A crazy one that I shouldn’t say out loud, because it’s going to make me look really fucking bad.

I share it with Logan anyway, because in this moment, I care about him, this perfect man running his hands through his hair, beyond stressed that he just fucked a consultant in his office. Can’t say that’s unfair.

“Tell her I’m crying over my ex,” I whisper.

“What?”

“Go out there, and tell her I started crying over Jake when I came in your office. Say I’m still calming down.”

“Rae—”

“Before I change my mind, please.”

With a sigh, Logan stands, silently dresses, and slips out the door.

I hear heated whispers between him and Taylor before she lets out an exaggerated, “Su-ure,” and then the sound of angry heels smacking against the floor away from us fills my ears.

And that’s when I know I’m absolutely fucked.