Insider (Exodus End #1)(112)
Author: Olivia Cunning

“No. I recognize every woman I’ve ever slept with. I might not remember their names . . .” He turned his head toward her. “What was your name again?”

She slugged him in the ribs.

“No.” He shook his head, still scowling. “I know I never slept with her, but I think I’ve seen her somewhere.”

“She used to be a journalist,” Toni said. “Maybe she interviewed you.” Please let that be all there was between them.

He released a sigh and nodded. “Yeah, that must be it.” He turned toward her and smiled. “So why were you in such a hurry to ditch your adorable little sister?”

“Well,” she said, “there was this hot guy doing all sorts of dangerous stunts on a dirt bike and I thought to myself, damn, I need to get me some of that.” She turned toward him and slid a hand down his belly, stopping just short of touching what she really wanted. “And after he got me excited with his daring, acrobatic feats, I found him surrounded by all sorts of women, which made me wonder if I even stood a chance with him.”

“You do,” he murmured before directing her hand several inches lower.

“And then he bought a little girl some socks which made her incredibly happy.”

“He sounds pretty lame. I ain’t gonna lie.”

She smiled at him, her heart throbbing with the love trying to burst from her chest.

“You’re wrong. He’s amazing.”

“So you still want him? Even after he unapologetically tried to buy a child’s affection with socks?”

She shook her head, lost in his gorgeous blue eyes. “I want him because of it.” She slid her hand the final few inches and cupped his cock.

He sucked in an excited breath. “So I heard that this hot guy of yours had a naughty surprise installed in his hotel room while he was at the track.”

Toni pressed her breasts into his chest, gently stroking his hardening cock through his thin race pants. “What kind of naughty surprise?”

The elevator dinged as they arrived on their floor, and the doors slid open. Steve stepped onto the elevator but took a startled step backward when he noticed them in the corner.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” Logan said. “Were you about to hike up your skirt so I could fuck you right here in this elevator?” he asked Toni.

Her eyes widened, and her face flamed. Feeling him up through his pants was probably as bold as she was willing to get in a public elevator.

“No?” he asked with a teasing laugh.

She shook her head.

“Maybe if you tried taking instead of asking,” Steve suggested.

“There will be plenty of taking,” Logan said. He tugged her out of the corner by both arms and stopped the elevator door from closing with one well-placed heel before directing her into the hall. “Just not somewhere she feels uncomfortable.”

Steve made whipping sounds until the elevator door closed and cut him off.

“What was that sound supposed to mean?” Toni asked, following Logan without the slightest resistance.

“That I’m pussy whipped.”

“I don’t think you are.” He was just considerate to her. He still had a life of his own. He didn’t jump all over himself to do everything she asked.

Logan chuckled. “That’s because you didn’t know me before I met you.”

“Obviously.”

“As long as it’s your pussy doing the whipping, I’m perfectly okay with it.”

Standing at their suite door as he fumbled with his key card, she thrust her pelvis toward him and mimicked Steve’s whipping sounds. “Get in me,” she said in an eerie voice. She wasn’t sure how a pussy would sound if it could talk. “Now. Wa-psshhh!”

He laughed and opened the door. “Yes, ma’am.”

Giggling, she brushed past him but came to a sudden halt when she saw the naughty surprise he’d mentioned on the elevator. A brass headboard had been affixed to the bed just in front of the standard hotel wall-mounted one. Just looking at it made her tremble with need.

“Now we’ll find out who’s really in control here,” he said in her ear. “Strip.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. Somehow keeping her glasses on her face, her sweatshirt went flying in one direction and her T-shirt in another. She wriggled out of her bra while kicking off her shoes, and removed her skirt, panties, and socks with one sweep of her hands. Naked, she practically skipped to the bed with an enormous smile on her face.

When he didn’t follow her immediately, she asked, “Did you mean for me to strip seductively?”

“A little late for that, isn’t it?”

“I can get dressed and start over.”

He shook his head. “You’ll make it up to me.”

For some reason his words sounded like a threat.

When he came toward her with a black leather belt, she shrank into the mattress. This would be a game, right? He wouldn’t actually hurt her, would he?

“Offer me your wrists,” he said.

His voice was so commanding and his gaze so intense that her arms shot upward as if controlled by his puppet strings. He cinched the belt around her wrists and then pulled her arms over her head. She hadn’t gotten a good look at the belt, but she assumed it wasn’t an ordinary one. It had formed a loop, but there wasn’t a belt buckle digging into her flesh. Logan leaned over her to knot the belt around the brass bars above her head. He then grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down the mattress until her arms were fully extended. Toni tugged at her bonds, not sure if she could escape them, and when they held, a thrill of excitement snaked through her.

He stared into her eyes as his hand slowly slid up her body. He cupped her breast, giving it a harsh squeeze that forced a gasp from her lungs.

“I can do anything I want to you, and you won’t be able to stop me,” he said.

He stroked her nipple with gentle fingertips until it hardened, begging for additional stimulation.

“I can lick every inch of your body.”

“Yes.”

“Fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

“Yes.”

“Come all over your face.”

“Yes.”

“Take your ass nice and slow.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want—”

He grabbed her face harshly. “It doesn’t matter what you want. You’re at my mercy.”