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  I watch as he slowly unbuttons his pants, a small smile on his face because he knows that I’m spellbound watching him. When he drops them, I have a hard time keeping my jaw off the bed. That is one hell of a mound beneath those boxer-briefs. He’s packing some serious heat under there. When I first saw his fancy car, I thought whoever was driving it was overcompensating for something. That’s definitely not true in this case. He has more than he needs and possibly more than I can handle. I certainly can’t wait to test that theory.

  His entire body is hard muscle and lean lines, a body that perfectly matches that gorgeous face. I barely get a chance to see him in all his glory before he’s hovering over me again. Kissing me, and the way his skin feels on mine is majestic and glorious and so many other words that I can’t grasp because I can’t think. I remember him on top of me last time we were together, kissing me before the phone rang. He’s right. This is unfinished business. We both need this.

  Thomas traces a hand down my body, and I arch into his touch. His fingers tease me through my panties, and he chuckles against my lips. “I can feel how wet you are already.”

  A flush bursts across my cheeks. He captures my mouth with his again, and I let him tug me out of my underwear and bra so we’re skin on skin. “I want to taste you,” he breathes. “I’m going to make you come on my tongue so many times you’ll be screaming.”

  “Screaming,” I say. “That’s ambitious.”

  He laughs against my lips. “I am. And what’s more, I follow through.” He reaches across to the night stand and pulls a condom out of the drawer. “But the first time you come, I want you impaled on my cock.” I’m lost in his kiss again before I can say anything, and he steals my breath. It takes only a second for him to sheath himself in the magnum-sized condom and then he’s pressing against me, pushing inside.

  I gasp and it turns into a moan. He slides in a long, smooth thrust and I’m filled up with him. Both of us freeze, and with him deep inside me, the moment feels incredibly intimate. We’re breathing each other’s air, and his eyes are wide as he looks down at me. This took him by surprise just as much as it did me.

  We stay there for a second, and I slowly adjust to his size. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, lifting my hips against his. “What are you waiting for?” I say, teasing.

  Thomas grins. “For you to be ready,” he says, grinding his hips down onto mine. The pressure on my clit sends a burst of pleasure through me and I gasp. “Are you ready?”

  I nod, biting my lip, suppressing the screaming that he’s anticipated. I’m not willing to give in that far. Not yet. Thomas pulls out and thrusts in again, and I know that I’m not going to have any control over whether or not I scream. He presses into me rhythmically, smooth and confident, the angle of each thrust hitting me deep in a way that I love.

  Lifting my hips, I meet him thrust for thrust, and I’m so turned on that I’m not going to last long. I can’t. I run a hand through his hair and Thomas grabs it. He grabs my other hand too, pinning both my wrists above my head. He doesn’t miss a beat, speeding up his rhythm and fucking me, each stroke filling me to capacity. I want to reach for him, to pull him closer, but I can’t move my hands.

  He smiles, seeing my efforts to touch him, and I smile back. So, Thomas has a little dominant side. I can’t say that I don’t like it, because every time I try to move my hands and can’t, I get wetter. He’s grinding down onto me now, his thrusts hitting my clit as well as filling me up, and it’s bringing me closer to the edge and closer and closer until I’m there, gasping.

  Thomas stops completely, and my breath hiccups as the orgasm evaporates into thin air. My eyes fly open to find him smiling wolfishly down at me. “What?” I manage. “Why?”

  Pulling away from me, he flips me over on the bed so I’m on my knees. He pushes my legs widely apart, and then he’s thrusting again. He feels so much bigger from this angle, stretched open the way I am. “Because,” he says in my ear, “I get one night with you. So you’ll come when I’m ready for you to come.” There’s a gush of wetness from my pussy, and he laughs softly. “And you like that.”

  Damn it, I do.

  Wrapping his arm around my waist, he starts to fuck me. Harder this time, and my arousal explodes to life. I’m hanging onto the edge, drowning in the feeling of almost complete pleasure. But somehow he knows what it will take, and I’m not quite there. Delicious friction builds up until I can’t take it anymore. I start to beg, pleading with him to let me come.

  His hand slides down my skin, and his fingers find my clit, circling, teasing around it but not actually touching. And then it happens all at once. His thumb presses down on my clit as he thrusts in hard, and I come apart. And yes, I’m screaming. Pleasure whirls out through my skin and I’m shuddering with it, letting it run through me, and it’s so good. I forgot how good this could be. I’m not even sure I ever knew that it could be this good.

  My fingers are holding onto the comforter for dear life as I come back to earth. Still wrapped around me, Thomas isn’t moving. He’s still inside me, my pussy fluttering in aftermath spasms. “Oh my God,” I say. My voice is weak. It takes me a few seconds to realize that Thomas is still fully hard. “Did you come?” I ask him.

  “No.”

  Shock and surprise roll through me. And embarrassment. Was I not enough to make him come? Was it not good for him? I look back, and when I see his face, I know that’s not the case. The fire and lust in his eyes makes me wet again, and suddenly the fact that he’s hard and still inside me doesn’t seem like a bad thing. “Why not?” I ask.

  He pulls out slowly, sending out delicious tremors through my body. He flips me again, so he’s hovering above me. “You know what I want,” he says softly. And I do. He never pretended otherwise. And now that I’ve seen his dominant side, I know it’s more than just a blowjob. “Me…”

  “On your knees.” He smiles then. “With that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”

  “Where?” He looks confused, so I clarify. “Where do you want me?”

  He moves off the bed, disposing of the condom, and then holds out a hand to me. I take it as he helps me off the bed. We’re standing face to face, and he glances at the floor. I sink to my knees in front of him, and I get my first real look at his cock. I already feel like I know it intimately, but seeing it up close…it’s intimidating. Beautiful, if you can call a cock that. I reach out to touch it, and his voice stops me. “What if I told you you weren’t allowed to use your hands?”

  I tilt my head to the side. “Is that a command or a challenge?”

  A slow smile spreads across his face, “Whichever makes you more inclined.”

  He’s good, and at this point I’m honestly not sure if it’s the former or the latter, but I find myself putting my hands behind my back. I start timidly, with little licks across his skin. This position feels vulnerable in a way that being underneath him didn’t. But that quickly fades as I hear the hiss of his breath when I hit a sensitive spot.

  Working my way up and down, I lick and suck along the length of him before I take him into my mouth. The moment I do, he groans, and if my mouth weren’t full of his cock, I’d be smiling. I flick my tongue along the underside of his head, and I watch the muscles in his stomach jump in response. I take him deeper, emulating those smooth strokes he used on me in the beginning.

  His hands find my hair, and I sense the moment I’m no longer in control. Thomas guides me with speed and rhythm, urging me faster. After everything we did, he has to be close. And then he’s holding me still, and pushing deeper into my mouth, and deeper still. His breath is coming short and fast and I can tell he’s close. I suck him hard, and I get a warning a second before the end—he freezes and groans, and my mouth is filled with the salty taste of him. His cock jerks in my mouth as I swallow, and his fingers tighten in my hair.

  I look up at him, and I see when he comes down off the high of his orgasm and looks down at me. His eyes are wide and dark, still cau
ght up in his lust, and in awe that he sees me kneeling in front of him. Releasing him, I give him a knowing smile. “Is that what you wanted?”

  “It was better.” He lifts me to my feet and pulls me against him. “Are you hungry? Do you need anything?”

  “Why?” I ask. “Are you kicking me out already?”

  Thomas laughs. “No. I’m taking you back to bed, and once we’re there, I don’t want you to leave..”

  “Food,” I say. “Food would be good.”

  Once we’re in the kitchen, Thomas heats up some pasta. It looks and smells delicious. I drink some water and enjoy the companionable silence. It seems weird, because usually I have to know someone a while before I can exist in silence with them, but with Thomas it seems natural.

  We’re both deep into our pasta when he breaks the silence. “I’d like to see you again.”

  He doesn’t look like he’s joking. “So you can kick my ass at pool again?”

  “No, we can skip the pool. Maybe actually go to dinner.”

  Suddenly I’m not hungry anymore. It’s one thing to go to bed with the man who holds my dad’s livelihood in his hands—the same man who I pledged not to see again—but an actual date? This is no longer a bet to get rid of a loan. It’s just an excuse to spend more time together. I know I shouldn’t, but I want that too.

  I have to admit that Thomas isn’t the horrible monster he’d grown to be in my imagination. But I brush past his mention of dinner. “Well you’re definitely going to see me again. I imagine we’re going to see a lot of each other until stuff at the bakery is worked out.”

  Thomas goes quiet, looking down into his pasta. “I’ll talk to my father about the loan,” he says. “I’ll see if I can get him to extend the terms. But he’s going to want to see improvement in the numbers.”

  “Why are you trying to help if it could hurt your standing in the company?”

  It’s wired into me to believe that Logans are bad. Him helping my father is not something I’m quite ready to believe in.

  “I don’t enjoy seeing anyone in this situation. The restaurant industry is hard, especially a bakery, and especially someone without experience. In the grand scheme of things, the money your father owes us is everything to him, and not much to us. I don’t see why there can’t be room for compromise.”

  I honestly don’t know what to say to that. “That would be amazing. Thank you.”

  He smiles, and there’s nothing behind it but happiness. No angle he’s trying to work.

  “You know what else would be amazing?” he asks.

  “What?”

  He comes around the counter and picks me up off the stool. “Having you underneath me again. I plan on fucking you until the morning.”

  I laugh. “You really are ambitious.”

  “Yes, I am.”

  6

  Morning comes bright and early, and I wake to the scent of coffee. Sunlight shines through the windows and I sit up in bed, stretching my arms. I’m buried in a pile of fluffy blankets, my hair is a mess, and I’m sure that a picture of me would scream I had amazing sex all night.

  And I did have amazing sex all night. Thomas has stamina and is an incredibly good lover. I was a puddle of a person by the time he finished with me, and I slept better than I have in ages.

  I tumble off the bed, nearly losing my balance, and start searching for my panties. I was so consumed with Thomas last night that I didn’t consider that my father would worry if I didn’t come home. I find my underwear and clothes and make my way to the bathroom.

  My makeup is smeared across my face, and I take a few minutes to wash up and brush my hair. My attempt to make myself look not so thoroughly fucked. By the time I’m done, I’m pretty sure I can pass as normal. Maybe. I mean probably not but there’s not much I can do about that.

  In the gorgeous open kitchen, Thomas is leaning against the bar, drinking coffee, shirtless in sweats. Just the sight of him like that has my body riled up and ready to go. Unfortunately, I don’t have time for that this morning, even though it’s beyond tempting.

  “Good morning,” I say.

  He turns to me and his face lights up with a smile. “Good morning. Coffee?”

  “Please.”

  He pours me a cup, and I slide onto one of the high barstools. “If you don’t mind, I need a ride back to my dad’s house.”

  “Did you think I was going to keep you here all day?” He smirks.

  “Tempting as that may be, I need to get back to the bakery. We have some improvement to show.”

  He smiles slightly. “Yeah. It will help the situation if I can illustrate improvement. By the way, I didn’t ask yesterday because I was already planning on picking you up, but what happened to your car?”

  I sigh, giving him a pointed look. “It wouldn’t start. I’m wondering if that has anything to do with the douche canoe that ran me off the road.”

  He winces. “I’m sorry about that. It was a dick move. I know it doesn’t help, but I wasn’t trying to run you off the road—just trying to go around you.”

  “I forgive you, but maybe just use your horn next time.”

  He crosses his heart with his fingers. “Promise. I’ll get dressed and drive you over.”

  “Thanks.”

  He’s almost around the corner, but he turns around and comes back. “One more thing,” he says, and he pulls me close, giving me one of those kisses that makes my whole body tingle. I’m off the barstool and in his arms and my feet are barely touching the floor. God, the way his tongue brushes across my lips makes me shudder, and I open for him. Even though I just said I have to get home, I’m seriously considering staying. Thomas’s fingers move between my legs and he strokes them along the seam of my jeans, putting just enough pressure on my clit to make me moan. He chuckles against my lips, and I sway toward him as he pulls away. “Good morning,” he says again softly.

  “Morning.”

  Then he disappears around the corner and I’m left staring after him, wondering how the hell this happened.

  Riding back to my dad’s house after a one-night-stand with Thomas Logan feels…strange. Just yesterday I was swearing that I would never have anything to do with any of the Logans. But I spent last night in his bed and today he’s going to try to help me save my father’s business. I’m caught up in all the different thoughts in my head, wondering if I’ve wasted time hating this family for the past decade.

  We pull up to the curb outside my dad’s house, and I see my sister’s car in the driveway. She’s going to wonder where I was. This should be interesting. “So,” I say. “We’ll keep in touch about all the loan stuff?”

  “That and more,” Thomas says with a grin.

  “More?”

  He winks. “You’ll see.”

  I roll my eyes and make sure that he sees it while I get out of the car. I can hear him laughing as he drives away and I head up the driveway. My older sister, Fiona, opens the door before I get there. “What the hell did you do?”

  “Good morning to you too.”

  She glares at me. “Really? You don’t think you owe me an explanation for not coming back to Dad’s last night and then showing up this morning with Thomas Logan?”

  I brush past her and make my way into the kitchen. “No, I don’t actually.”

  “Did you sleep with him?” she yells, following me. “You would actually do that after what Sam did to me?”

  I turn on her, my good post-sex mood ruined by her interrogation. “We went out for drinks and I had a little too much. It was late, so I slept on his couch. Are you going to continue giving me the third degree or can we move on?”

  Her face is still furious and I’m realizing that she’s not going to move on. “Why on earth would you even go out and have drinks with Thomas Logan?”

  I drop my purse on a chair and face her square on. “Because Thomas Logan is one of the only people who can help get Dad out of this financial mess. A financial mess that you didn’t tell me about, a
nd from what I’m gathering, have done nothing about. So I’m trying to help dad. Who are you to tell me how I get to do it?”

  “Oh,” she says, blinking.

  I roll my eyes. “‘Oh’ is all you can say?”

  “Well it didn’t look like that.”

  “Maybe you didn’t have to jump to conclusions. I’m an adult, Fiona. Right now it feels like I’m the only adult in the family.”

  She holds her hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to get hurt by them the way I did.”

  She was hurt by them, deeply. I was there and I understand. But the feeling of frustration doesn’t go away. For the moment though, talking about that isn’t going to get us anywhere. And honestly, I don’t feel like rehashing what happened at the moment. We’ve done it maybe a hundred times in the last ten years and nothing has changed. Talking about it is only going to make me feel guilty about last night, and right now, I’m very pleased with last night.

  “Here’s the deal,” I say. “We have two weeks to show the bakery is capable of turning a decent profit. We’re probably not going to be in the black, but if we can prove to Logan Sr. that it can actually be profitable, Thomas is sure that he can get him to extend the terms of the loan so Dad can pay it off.”

  Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open. “You got him to agree to that?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, good for you. I didn’t even think they would agree to a meeting.”

  I pull out a pen and paper. “Now that they have agreed, we need to make it happen. So let’s get thinking before we tell Dad. If we have ideas ready to go, I’m sure he’ll be on board.”

  She nods. “I’ll make the coffee.”

  “So how are you?” I ask once we’re in the car and on the way to the bakery. We’ve got a list of ideas to help bring new people into the bakery, and we’re ready to pitch them to my dad. In the midst of all that brainstorming, we didn’t get to catch up much.