Page 34 of One Night in Paris

All I could do was nod in response. My body was already beginning to ache for him, the cravings I’d had all week to feel his arms around me, to taste his cinnamon lips, to lose all ability to think because he was claiming me, culminating in one intense pang deep inside me.

Taking my hand, Logan led me past his massive kitchen down a hallway. I still hadn’t completely gotten over this amazing penthouse, but at the moment, the only thing I was gasping at was his muscular body. We moved quickly down the hall to the first door, which he pushed open before pulling me to his chest.

Vaguely, I was aware of the room around me. I’d have to pause to examine the masculine space later as right now, myfocus was on Logan. His mouth crashed into mine again, and the fumbling with our clothes became a dance as our bodies moved together seamlessly, communicating with each other without the need for words.

Logan yanked down the zipper of my skirt while I removed his shirt. We both stepped out of our shoes, our hands roaming each other while layers continued to disappear. Desperately wanting his flesh on mine, I unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor just as he unhooked my bra, his hands moving to cup my breasts now that they were free.

As the dance progressed, our bodies spun and twirled in perfect unison, dipping and swaying, my heart pounding against my chest with a fierce intensity. I could feel the energy from Logan, and I knew that he could feel mine. It was electric, like a current flowing between us. With one gaze, I saw the desire within him. His arms came around me, and he lifted me off my feet and onto the bed.

The comforter was soft and luxurious, but I didn’t have much time to pay attention to the feel. Logan was on top of me. Remembering how I’d bared myself to him in Paris, I was prepared to do so again. He yanked my panties down, only his briefs between us now, and worked his way between my legs, taking a nipple into his mouth. Breathing deeply, I closed my eyes, letting my head fall backward. I could feel his immense girth pressing against my opening through the wet fabric of his briefs. Clearly, he was ready for me as well.

While still licking and lapping at my breasts, Logan reached over to the nightstand next to the bed. He didn’t take his mouth away from me for even a moment while pulling out the condom and slipping it into place, discarding his briefs in the process.

The last time we’d been together, Logan had completely dominated the situation. He’d taken control, and it had driven me wild. But I didn’t want him to think I didn’t know what Iwanted in the bedroom or that I was incapable of staking my claim. So before he could even get into position to press inside me, I used my knee to push him over, rolling our bodies at the same time, leaving me on top—and in control.

Logan’s eyes were wide as he looked up at me, obviously surprised. “Damn, Harper,” he muttered.

With a chuckle, I announced, “I know what I want, Mr. Winters. And I’m taking it.”

He didn’t argue. Using my leverage, up on my knees, I ran my slick folds along his dick. Logan’s head fell back, his mouth dropping open as he took that in. Kneading at the flesh of my hips, he silently pleaded for me to mount him.

I would, but I wanted to watch him squirm a while longer. Pushing up off the bed on my knees, I placed his head at the entrance of my sopping wet pussy and came down slightly, just enough for his head to become surrounded by my opening.

“Fuck,” Logan muttered, still not opening his eyes. “Harper, you’re so damn tight.”

Still grinning, I slowly lowered myself down, taking him in and letting him stretch me to capacity. Logan’s giant cock was difficult to accommodate, but I managed, sinking down all the way until we were one.

Then, the dance resumed. I moved myself up and down, slowly at first. His hips lifted and rubbed against me, the two of us falling into step like old dance partners. Logan’s hands ravaged my body, wandering from my clit up to my breasts and across my stomach while my fingernails raked his chest.

The more we moved together, the more intricate and swift our movements became, our bodies moving faster and faster until everything began to blur. My head felt fuzzy as passion consumed me. The ache in my core intensified as I pushed myself harder, continuing to increase the tempo until perspiration started to bead on my forehead.

When Logan found my clit again with his thumb, I reached my breaking point. The world around me shattered. Only the intense pleasure from his touch became recognizable to me as wave after wave coursed through my veins.

“God, Logan!” My voice became unrecognizable to me. “Fuck!”

While I was still lost to the world, Logan flipped us over, taking control, lifting one of my legs and pounding into me over and over again. His thrusts were short but deep, fast, and powerful. Wrapped up in rapture, I didn’t even register how close he was until he grunted a few times. Then, like a balloon slowly losing altitude, I came down from my high, landing softly back to earth, looking up into the eyes of the sexiest man I’d ever seen.

Who also happened to be my boss. Shit.

Logan dropped down beside me, gently laying my leg down on the bed before snuggling up on the pillow beside me, both of our glistening bodies still completely bare. “That was amazing,” he whispered, his breath warm on my cheek.

Wrapping an arm around him, I tried to focus on how awesome I felt. Physically, I was on top of the world, grateful to have Logan by my side. How did I even meet such an amazing guy, let alone get to screw him—twice? But the fact that he was my boss was going to be a problem, I had a feeling.

We lay there for a moment, both of us too exhausted to say anything. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the thumping of our hearts.

Finally, Logan turned to me. “That was intense.”

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. “Yeah, it was. It was unbelievable.”

Both of us were lost in our thoughts. I wanted to say something to him, but I didn’t know where to begin. Would Ibe ruining the moment if I brought up the fact that we worked together now?

Logan moved to pull the blanket over us, even though we weren’t cold. It just seemed like what was meant to be done. While we lay there, not speaking, my eyes wandered around the room. The lights were still off, but enough filtered in from the part in the curtains that I could see.

This room, like the rest of his apartment, was amazing. The walls were painted a soft blue color, and the window was large, letting in plenty of light. Sheer white curtains hung on either side, adding a touch of elegance to the space.

The focal point of the room was definitely the large bed, with its dark wood frame. The white linens beneath me were super soft, as was the navy blue comforter I had draped over my body.

Just like his office at work, the place was clutter free. The desk across the room had a row of books and papers stacked neatly next to them in perfect rows. Another bookshelf stood next to the desk, full of the same sort of large hardback books I’d seen all over the office—books on architecture, no doubt.