Logan Chapter 61

-Logan-

I’m so excited to see all the guys in person for the first time in months that I almost miss the weird undercurrent between Anna and Emory. I’ll have to deal with that, I think. I can’t have them disliking each other- they’ll be thrown together a lot, as two huge parts of my life, and I can see all our lives becoming a living hell if they don’t get along. I’ll ask Emory about it while we’re waiting on the guys in the conference room. I have to admit I’m excited for the catering, as well. Emory and I could both use a little less MSG in our diets and a little more meat.

I pull a nervous Emory into the conference room and set her on the table to calm her down in my favorite way. As I pull her close and pull in a deep breath at the bend of her neck where her scent is strongest, I realize I can kill two birds with one stone. I give her a soft bite before starting my campaign. “Tell me what’s going on with Anna, baby.”

“Mmm- what? Why are we talking about Anna right now when we should be talking about you trying to work me up right before I meet your nasally-sensitive friends?” Okay, so maybe I want to show off a bit, too. None of them have met their fated mates, and I feel smug about having mine, for some reason.

“You’re worried about it and I like you much better when you’re all floaty and happy. I’m sure they will, too. We’re talking about Anna because you two didn’t look like you were getting along when I came out.” Emory jolts when I bite a little harder at her collar bone. I get a couple of her buttons undone without her noticing.

"I really doubt we’ll get to the ‘floaty happy’ stage in time to keep your friends from seeing anything, Logan. I thought you weren’t into sharing even the sight of me?” Damn, she’s got me there. I button her blouse back and thank the stars that she’s wearing another of those skirts today.

“I bet we can. Especially if you let me reassure you about Anna as well.” In the interest of speeding this up, I rip her panties from under her skirt and push on the insides of her thighs so I can see my handiwork.

“Logan! Anna is fine, I’m sure she’s just a busy person.” She might be objecting with her mouth, but she leans back to give me better access to the core of her. I take her invitation, sliding one finger inside, nice and slow, while rubbing her clit to build her up fast.

I smack the inside of her right thigh, gratified by the increase in the scent of her arousal. “Lies. Try again, or I’m edging you until they get here and you’ll spend lunch on my lap.” Her eyes go comically wide at the thought of being left frustrated for meeting my friends for the first time.

“She thinks I’m a gold digger and that I’m bad for you, but it doesn’t matter. She’ll figure it out eventually. Please, Logan. Don’t leave me like this.” I feel my own arousal throbbing at the pleading in her voice. Maybe James is onto something, after all. But I told her she’d be satisfied if she cooperated, so I build her fast and dirty, murmuring into her ear what I’d like to do with a little more time and maybe a bed. I drive her over the edge with an extra finger and a bite to her mating mark with two minutes to spare.

My little rose seems perfectly fine sitting in my lap in private, especially while she’s catching her breath from the gratifyingly fast orgasm. I encourage her to lay her head on my shoulder with a hand on her hair while I stroke her back. That melty feeling is back, and I almost hate to think about anything but how nice this moment is. “I’ll talk to Anna, baby. She’s protective, but it’s from a good place. We’ve been working together for years and have become friends. You and I will seem sudden to her.”

She tenses in my arms, but I don’t let her pull away. “It’s sudden for me, too, Logan. Please don’t say anything, though. She’ll just think I tattled to you at the first opportunity. Let’s just get through all the crazy things we’re already dealing with, and then we can worry about me getting along with your PA, okay? We have enough on our plates. Too much to deal with one woman’s opinion.”

“You’re right, baby, we do have a lot to deal with right now. That’s why we need to all be on the same page. We need unity to take care of problems effectively, don’t you agree?” I can tell Emory is trying to find an argument I’ll agree with as she climbs out of my lap.

I regret that our circumstances are putting distance between us emotionally just as much as they’re dragging us together physically. I note the absence of a low-level discomfort in the wake of pleasing my mate. Maybe that orgasm wasn’t just for her. I give her a moment to process and think of her rebuttal while I help her put her skirt and hair to rights, but I’m saved the rest of the argument by James knocking on the door. Saved by the bell, I suppose.