Waiting For Us (Beautiful Surrender #3)(10)
Author: Ava Claire

I turned to his desk, eyeballing a sea of important looking papers and folders and hesitated. He was behind me in a flash, forcing me forward, chest smooshed against paper and wood. My heart hitched in my chest when I realized what was coming. The wind whistled as his hand sliced through the air and collided with my ass.

I let out a yelp as the pain made me clutch the edge of the desk. When he started caressing the spot, I almost came. The collision of pain and pleasure was the catalyst, the thing that I craved. It felt right. Me bent over, being spanked, being completely his, felt like destiny.

His strong fingers dragged down my spine, setting me on fire as he pulled down to my hips. A hand was situated on both sides and I felt his erection through his pants. I remembered every swollen inch with crystal clarity. How thick he was, stretching me, possessing my body as he buried himself inside of me. I tightened my grip on the edge of the desk even though I wanted to turn around and rip his clothes off and ride him down to the floor. Ride him until we both couldn’t take anymore, losing track of time and the world outside. But submission was what had me trembling. Body taut with anticipation. Juices seeping down my thighs.

He stepped backward, but his fingertips skated over my butt, trailing down until he hit my warmth. He groaned as his finger sunk inside me and I shook, my eyes rolling back in my head as he rolled his finger inside me.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you missed me,” he quipped, his voice low and playful.

“Maybe a little,” I fired back, a moan shooting from my lungs as he added a second finger, driving in and out of me. Building a rhythm that made me rock back to meet his thrusts. I wanted more. All of him.

The sound of his fly unzipping had me panting. I felt the mushroom tip of him as he teased me with it. I felt the precome kiss my skin as he thumped it on my ass, then diverted to my quivering hole. The pu**y that ached for him with every night we spent apart.

He poised at the entrance, hands on my hips. He made me count every moment that ticked by, holding my breath. Waiting for the moment that two became one.

He slammed inside of me, sheathing himself in my warmth. My eyes were squeezed shut so tight that I saw stars. I groaned over and over as he filled me, our bodies, our flesh colliding. He gripped my hair, pain wrapping around the delicious pump of his cock.

Deeper.

Harder.

“Come on my cock,” he ordered thickly. “Come now.”

My orgasms were usually wild, untamable things that came writhing to the surface without my control. But as soon as the word ‘now’ left his lips my body obeyed, the buzz stampeding over my skin as my core clutched him. From his roar he found his peak inside me, our ecstasy mingling and mixing. Bliss finally ours.

He stepped away, but I was still glommed to his desk.

“C’mere,” he said softly.

I peeled myself from his desk, a manila folder stuck to my boob. There was a sweaty imprint of my body on his paperwork.

I turned to him, wincing. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He was perched in his chair, his face flushed, his c**k still hard as hell and tucked back into his pants. He beckoned me with a finger and patted his lap.

I lowered myself onto him, his erection snug beneath me, my arms locked around his neck.

He leaned in and pressed a long kiss against my lips, then rested his forehead against mine. “I missed you, beautiful.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

I wanted to stay that way, our foreheads touching, eyes closed. Serene, easy, like we hooked up in his skyscraper office every day. Like we hadn’t fallen out and not spoken for two weeks.

He pulled back first, his eyes intent on me. I knew that look. The questions we’d put aside rushed to the surface.

“What are you doing here, Melissa?”

I gave him a coy smile, nodding around the room. “I figured one of the richest men in the US must have a killer view of San Francisco.” I whistled, moving to hop off his lap and hide behind the non existent blinds. “I see I was right.”

The inner voice that whispered that avoiding the truth around Logan Mason wouldn’t be that easy was also right. His arms locked around my waist, holding me steady.

“Nice try.” His eyes were steely with determination, cutting through my bullshit. Even if I wasn’t butt naked, that gaze would have done the trick. There was nowhere to run or hide, but my pride was the only thing I had to my name, so I started with a sliver of the truth.

“I saw what was happening with Delilah and the—” I cleared my throat. “Baby.”

His face clouded, his eyes distant. “I’m fairly certain that every living thing has heard about the bundle of joy growing in Delilah’s womb, and the cold, callous billionaire that won’t put aside my playboy ways to make an honest woman out of her.” He tugged at his hair and let out an exhausted sigh. “The funny thing is, I want to talk to her. I’ve reached out several times. My only requirement is that she leave her entourage of photographers at home. Just she and I, two adults, discussing the child we created.” His voice darkened angrily. “She refuses. Her agent says it would be a bad move for her career to shut the press out now.”

I stroked his thigh, biting back the disdain that soured my stomach. I could make a choice comment about how that knowledge would turn her long suffering mother narrative on its head, but that was the last thing Logan needed. I saw every line of gossip etched into the weary lines of his face. He carried it in the bags under his eyes. The hurtful comments colored his turquoise gaze. To the world, he was the villain. I wouldn’t add to the weight of the heavy cross he had to bear by stating the obvious.

I gave him a little more of the reason I’d come. “I came here because I wanted you to know that you’re not alone.”

His expression softened as he cradled my cheek, his thumb stroking me as he stared into my eyes. “You drove all the way here just to tell me that, huh?”

“Just that? Not exactly.” I tried to swallow the knot in my throat, but it wouldn’t budge. My lips were dry and chapped and I knew he could feel me trembling. There was no point in delaying the inevitable. “I came here because I shouldn’t have freaked out after I said I love you and you didn’t say it back.”

I paused, expecting him to butt in. Say it was all water under the bridge. Something, anything to give me a few seconds to collect my thoughts and breathe before all of this sharing made me freak out a second time.

No such luck. He waited patiently for me to continue, his fingertips drawing a lazy circle on my lower back.

“What do we know about each other any way?” I continued, my eyes downcast. I’d meant for it to come out as a joke. Lighthearted, but it tore up my insides. “You look amazing naked, you’re a great lay, you’re filthy rich—”