Logan Chapter 106

-EmoryI’m doing my level best to ignore all the invasive questions the paparazzi hurl our way as we walk down a roped-off carpet leading to the front door of what must be Ollie’s mansion. It’s large, but I can hardly even take in the details while I focus on my gracious smile and thousand yard stare over everyone’s heads.

“Logan, have you always been into kinky sex or is it just with Emory?”

“Emory, will you leak more nudes anytime soon?”

“Logan, are you really a werewolf or just an animal in bed?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Úlfur, why weren’t we invited to your wedding? Do you have something to hide? Are you ashamed?”

I’m sure some of them ask more appropriate questions, but the worst ones of course stick out to me more. If I can just pretend they don’t exist, we can get into this party and do what needs to be done. The charity will benefit, the shifters will benefit, and then we can go the hell home. I heave a huge sigh of relief as soon as we make it in the door, where the press have to have press passes and act like human beings instead of piranhas. The whole experience leaves me feeling cheap and dirty. The attempt to pry into our lives feels sleazy. I already want a shower.

James and Deek walk our way as soon as they spot us coming in. Logan’s shoulders relax beside me as he starts a conversation with his friends, while I notice the men and women with press passes eying us. *I’m sure by the end of the night there’ll be stories about how I let you all in my bed.* I think to Logan, trying hard not to roll my eyes with so many people looking at me. He chokes a bit at the thought, and takes a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

*We know the truth. I’d rip their eyes out if they looked like they'd even thought about it. I hate that you thought about it.* I squeeze his arm where my hand is tucked into his elbow, hoping he feels my apology in the gesture and hating that I said anything about it. I just feel so exposed around all these cameras and people, especially knowing that we’re going to have to make it worse before it gets better.

Logan knows I’m uncomfortable again. I don’t know how he does it, but when we’re alone, he somehow makes every idea of his sound reasonable, and everything he wants to do to me sounds sexy. When I look up from whatever spell he weaves over me, I always wonder how he convinces me to act so wanton. He looks my way, fighting a smile while he continues his conversation with James. From the looks on the others’ faces, Logan isn’t following what they’re saying very well, but they seem to forgive him for having other things on his mind. With a solid pat on Deek’s shoulder, Logan moves us away from them so we look like we’re continuing to mingle while actually just walking around by ourselves.

He bends down so he can whisper in my ear, and I try to ignore the goosebumps traveling down my neck and across my shoulders. “Have I mentioned the way your tits move while you walk in that dress drives me to distraction? I can’t decide if I want to walk next to you to watch those or if I’d rather walk behind you to admire the way your hips rock as you walk in those heels. I might have to have a vote on your outfits more often.” I have to bite my lip to hold the moan in, waves of Logan’s lust mixing with my own.

“Logan, we’ve been here like twenty minutes, how are we supposed to get through this party if you keep saying things like that to me?” He nips at my earlobe before he moves back into his own space. I’m both relieved and sad to see him go.

“I suppose I could just… think about them instead?” He says, tongue in cheek. He pulls my hand off his arm so I can grab a plate of hors devours. Instead of grabbing a plate for himself, he wraps his newly freed arm around my waist with his left hand low on my spine. “Oh, feed me one of those cheese things. Those look good.” I see a discreet camera aimed our way as I place the bite of food in Logan’s mouth. He doesn’t skip the opportunity to nip at my fingers and wink at me, which seems to be for the photographer’s benefit as well as mine. “Love when I can multitask. Let’s get this check taken care of so I can see what boob tape even is.” I keep hoping that my foundation is thick enough to hide the intensity of my blush, but I really doubt that it is. At least most of the people here can’t smell our arousal, and the ones that can are already aware of Logan’s plan.

“I think I see the table. Let’s go.” I grab Logan’s hand where it was tracing small circles on the bare skin of my back, just above my ass, and drag him to the table set up for donations. I’d hoped to distract him with the business side of why we’re here, but he just watches my butt as I pull him through the crowd and thinks about how he wants to put handprints on it when he finally gets me alone. I’m barely able to make a coherent sentence to the ladies manning the donation table by the time his thoughts turn to writing the actual check. When he picks up my hand again and kisses the back of it, I follow him willingly as he leads me to the edges of the party so we can find somewhere more private.

“Get your ass over here, baby. If I don’t get some part of me inside you in the next minute I just might fucking die.” Logan and I are already panting as he slams the door of the office or study behind me. There’s a seating area in front of a fireplace, and on the opposite end of the room is a large desk with gorgeous chairs on either side of it. I expect Logan to pull me toward the couch, but he shifts direction and almost jogs to the other side of the room. Since he still has my hand, I’m practically sprinting to keep up with him, and I’m not ready for it when he folds my arm behind me and uses it as leverage to lay me across the top of the desk.

“It’s freezing! Logan, there was a couch right there” I feel my nipples immediately pucker in protest of the thinness of the fabric between them and the polished wood beneath me. There’s a lot of skin pressed directly against it on my ribcage, as well as spilling out the sides of the triangles covering my breasts.

“You’ll appreciate it when you’re sweating for me as much as I am for you right now. Spread those legs for me, baby. I’m going to see what you have on underneath.” I’m glad Logan can’t see the wicked grin on my face as he slowly pulls up the ankle-length skirt of my dress with one hand, letting the hem sweep back and forth over the backs of my thighs in a tease of what’s to come. I only get wetter when he groans at the sight of me bare and already ready for him.

“Oh fuck. We’re going to have to buy Ollie a new desk.”