Chapter 18

LOGAN

~FIVE YEARS AGO~

Logan

I can’t make it home early. I’m sorry. I got an urgent meeting. Can we do this dinner some other time?

Maggie responds in five minutes.

Maggie

Good thing, I didn’t even start getting ready because I know you so well, Mr. Malory.

Logan

Order some food. It will get late so don’t wait for me.

Maggie

Got it, sir.

Maggie calling me that suddenly makes me hard.

I regret doing this to her, but I don’t have a choice. I have an urgent client meeting tomorrow, and I have to start preparing for it, which will take a lot of my time.

To make up for it, I get a big bouquet of roses and a teddy bear because Maggie loves those things. I don’t know what’s going on between us, and it scares me. I’m not going to cross the boundaries that I have set.

I agreed to let her stay in my house because I thought my will was made of iron until she was actually living with me, and I realize how wrong I was.

She takes up a lot of space on my mind, so much that I can’t concentrate at work, and after last night, it’s even harder.

I can’t get her out of my head. Maggie crawling into my bed, asking me to touch her in that seductive voice.

~Fuck~.

Maggie’s too young for me, but she’s a grown woman who knows what she’s doing. She has zero experience with men, but somehow, she knows how to play with my emotions.

By twelve, I pull the car into the parking lot and give myself some pep talk. Whatever she’s been scheming won’t work on me. A week from now, and she’ll be able to go back to her house. Until then, I’ll have to handle her.

When I enter the house, there’s a faint scent of something Italian, like pasta or pizza, then I see a medium-sized box of pizza on the kitchen counter and an empty can of soda.

I smile. She’s so scatterbrained, she doesn’t even know how to put things back. I close the pizza box, put the food in the refrigerator, and make my way upstairs.

There’s no sign of her in the living room, and no sound from the bedroom upstairs either, so I put the flowers in a vase and place the teddy bear in my room.

Usually, Maggie stays up late binging on some series, but I guess she must be furious about me standing her up for our dinner date.

I strip off my clothes and get into the shower. I take a long time in there, thinking about a lot of things, but mostly about what I’m going to do about my growing desire for her.

I have feelings for Maggie, and I’m aware of how strong these feelings are, and the worst part is that I don’t know how to fight them.

When I walk out of the bathroom, I’m taken aback to see a figure sitting on my bed.

Maggie is perched on top of my bed again, and I know I’m not imagining her there. I’m stone-cold sober.

She’s wearing a silky lavender nightgown, more like lingerie that’s lacy with embroidery on it. Her breasts look fucking beautiful spilling out of the fabric, and the little, almost see-through shorts she’s wearing.

~Damn her.~

“What are you doing here?” I snap at her.

“I couldn’t sleep in my room. I like sleeping here better,” she says.

“Okay, you’ll sleep on that side.”

I get into bed because I’m dying to torture myself even more.

She slowly runs her fingers through my hair and fuck, I love it. “How was your day? You must be tired.”

“Hmm…I’m okay, Mags. I’m sorry about earlier.”

She shakes her head. “You’re a busy man.” She turns to her side and traces my chest, deliberately touching my pecs like a woman on a mission. Her nails are long enough to scratch me.

“I’m glad I have you all to myself now. You want a massage?” She wiggles her hands. “I have magic fingers.”

“I’m good. Thanks, though.”

A massage would have been nice, preferably on another part of my body.

She pushes her hair away from her shoulder. “Can you kiss me?”

As I mentioned earlier, I’m a weak man.

I pull her to my chest, and kiss her like my life depends on it. Her tongue moves against mine, molding to me, and she kisses back with a passion that matches my own.

I can’t keep track of how much time I spend kissing her because I realize I’m touching her everywhere. I’m a primal man, with primal needs and sometimes my hands have a mind of their own.

My hands are inside her panties, covering her bare, round ass, and I’m squeezing them.

I’m sure she can feel how hard I’ve become with just that one kiss.

Her hands stray further down and cups my rock-hard erection through my boxers.

“Baby, don’t do that.”

She sits up a little, unhooks her bra, and throws it onto the floor. Her breasts, which aren’t exactly small, are in my face now.

She pushes her hair away from her shoulder, takes my face, and brings it to her right breast. I take one into my mouth and suck, kneading the other.

I realize I don’t have the powerful iron will with Maggie that I thought I did.

“Logan…,” she whispers and takes my hand in hers, the one that was on her breast earlier. “Touch me here.”

She dips my hand into her skimpy little shorts, and my finger almost slips in. She’s so wet for me. I’m the first man she’s ever allowed to touch her this way, and my chest swells with pride.

What if I ask her to stop due to my stubbornness, and she lets someone else do it, and he takes advantage of her?

It could be that guy I saw that night at the party.

She grabs her shorts and pulls them down.

I stare at her. She’s completely naked in my bed. Her skin is smooth and supple with a tint of pink. Her breasts are perfectly round, with the nipples taut and poking up, begging for more.

She looks at me with desire in those eyes, staring at me, challenging me to deny what she’s offering me.

“Logan…please.” She spreads her legs to show me her pussy, which is dripping wet.

I cover her body with mine and kiss her hard while I tweak her nipples. She’s crying underneath me, and I know what she wants.

I kiss and lick a trail down to her belly button, and when I reach her pussy, I dip my tongue in it. She screams.

I lick every corner of her cunt, collecting her juices, delving my tongue into her folds, tracing them, and I give extra attention to the little bud and that throws her over the edge.

She holds my head between her legs and tries to ride my face, screaming my name. I know Maggie isn’t even in this world anymore, and her orgasm is so potent, but I don’t stop.

I’m French kissing her cunt, eating her inside out until she’s going to forget her name. This is what she wanted, and it is what she’s going to get.

By the time I’m done with her, she’s crying, and I’ve licked every drop off her. It’s filthy, it’s forbidden, but I can’t stop.

I look down at her crying face. “Did you like that, baby?”

She nods. “I loved it.”

I trace her sensitive folds with my fingers and put my finger inside her, pulling it in and out of her. “I’m not playing around with you, Maggie. If I go ahead with this, you know what happens, right?”

She nods again.

“Whatever happens in this house this week, we’re not going to tell anybody.”

“I won’t,” she says.

“Because your dad won’t approve. People won’t approve. I’m too old for you.”

She doesn’t care. She moans, riding my finger shamelessly, bucking her ass off the mattress toward my soaked fingers. “Please fuck me.”

I remove my bathrobe and toss it aside. She gasps when she sees my thick cock. I give it a few strokes.

Softly I whisper to her, “You want my cock inside you, Maggie?”

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation when she says it.