Logan Chapter 115

-Logan-

I thought I was just getting dinner, but I opened my office door to my wildest dreams instead. Emory had on a trench coat and a bag of our dinner in one hand, but the way her other hand clutches at the neckline telegraphs just how little she must be wearing under it. She might as well be shouting “I’m naked!” everywhere she goes. No wonder my security sounded so amused when they called up to Anna and I. Once I get the damn trench coat opened, I understand a little better.

I have a second where I think I might’ve gone too far by ripping her coat open, but I hear the white-hot desire in her mind, as well as seeing her nipples peaking under that tissue-thin nightgown. It’s a light purple, with tiny straps holding up what are basically bra cups. They’re folded up in a way that partially obscures her areolas, then the rest is just sheer fabric until the ruffles that froth just around the very tops of her thighs. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so fucking hot, especially in here.

“Hot fucking damn, little rose. I love this. It’s so fun of you to wrap my presents for me.” She blushes just thinking of what I might like to do. She’s so in her own head that she doesn’t even hear what I’m actually planning.

Suddenly, she holds up the bag of food, coat falling off one shoulder and flapping around her now. “We should eat first, while it’s hot!” She ducks under my arm, hurrying to set out the take out boxes on my desk. It’s cute that she got ahead of herself with her clothing. If she thinks I’ll let her back out now, she’s sorely mistaken.

Anticipation makes the payoff all the sweeter, though, so I let her pull me to my chair and present to me a glorious steak dinner as if she cooked it herself. “You do know how to spoil me, baby. All my favorites. Does that mean you’re dessert?” She blushes more, but gestures at herself in a sassy way, like ‘of course’ before she sits down to her steak and mac and cheese.

I pointedly add a couple of asparagus spears to her plate and take a massive bite of her mac and cheese as payment. I dodge the stab of her fork, and she dutifully takes three entire bites of asparagus. I’ll take progress where I can get it. I keep my eyes on Emory as we eat. I watch the way the ends of her hair brush against her shoulders and the tops of her breasts, how the movements of her arms set her breasts to jiggling, how her nipples still haven’t softened from their aroused attention earlier.

“Are you cold, baby?” When she looks at me confused, because I interrupted her talking about something else, I glance meaningfully down at her breasts. I know she isn’t cold- she would’ve pulled the coat back around her, or huddled in on herself more.

“N-no. I’m not cold.” She slowly sets down her fork and knife before standing up and walking my way. It’s like I’m living in a wet dream. “You work too hard, Logan. Let me do this for you.” She rounds the desk and sinks gracefully to her knees, and I almost pinch myself to make sure I’m awake. Emory flashes a quick little smile at my thoughts, and “gets to work” as she thinks about it.

Emory pulls my belt from the loops painfully slowly, then takes care of my fly. She reaches into my underwear and pulls out my now-throbbing erection. After she licks her lips nice and slow, she proceeds to give me one of the best blow jobs anyone in the world has ever gotten. I’m so tightly wound that I don’t realize I have a fist full of her hair until I’m pulling her off my cock before I can erupt down her throat instead of inside of her like I want to.

“Fuck, baby. You’re too good at that. And don’t think I don’t know how much you enjoyed it. Stand up for me.” Emory stands for me and before I can even ask, she moves the takeout boxes so she can hop her ass up on the desk. I tuck a hand under each of her knees to pull them up and apart, forcing her to lay back on the desk for me. “You are drenched for me, mate. I’m so glad, because you’ve got me so primed that I don’t think I can take it slow for you.”

She’s panting, thighs twitching with her urge to cover up, but her eyes are half lidded as she whispers. “Then fucking give it to me hard.”

Hell yes. I give her one long lick, just because I’m addicted to the taste of her. I shove my dick inside her with one hard thrust while she’s still moaning, and relish the change in pitch as I fill her. This is where I belong. We belong together like this as often as possible. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I love the contrast of the suede against my skin versus her heels digging into my ass, the cold wood of the desk under my hands. When I’m just about to burst, I find her clit with my thumb and make sure she tips over the edge with me. Her squeal is just what I needed to get over this bullshit work day.

There’s a reason she’s my fated mate. She’s perfect for me. I didn’t know if I could love her more than when she presided over the pack with me, but with all the effort she put in just to give me a nice evening after my vague allusion to how much I would hate this work day… I appreciate her, I think she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my damn life, and I love her more than I could ever imagine loving someone.

Emory’s breath catches and her gaze shoots to mine. That’s when I realize she recovered faster than I did. “You love me?” Oh. She was listening.