She wanted to argue, but it was clear he didn’t intend to be swayed. It didn’t matter. She planned to use every single second of those meetings proving to him why they should extend the deadline indefinitely. “Fine.”
“Your safe word is chaise. Say that anytime it’s too much for you or you get scared and we’ll stop, talk it out. Okay?”
She nodded.
“Say okay.”
“Okay,” she said, her voice betraying her shortness of breath. She was worried he’d misinterpret it as fear when the truth was she was so turned on, her whole body hurt.
He released her hands and she instantly missed the restraint. Then she was disappointed even further when he helped her stand.
Logan took her hand. “Not in here. Too much sawdust, too many wood shavings. I don’t want you to get cut.” He led her toward his office, but stopped just as they reached the threshold and glanced toward the front. “I need to?—”
“I already locked the door and flipped the sign.”
He gave her a crooked smile and reached down to pinch one of her nipples. She gasped as moisture pooled between her thighs. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“I think the word is determined.”
He shook his head. “No. It’s stubborn. Something the Sparks family has in abundance.”
“Remember that in three weeks.”
Logan twisted her, guiding her into his office. “I’m not changing my mind, Lace. I’m already crossing too many lines by agreeing to this.”
Once they entered the room, he closed the door and locked it as well.
“Take off your jeans.”
Lacy lost no time kicking off her shoes and tugging the denim—and her panties—off. Within sixty seconds, she stood before him completely naked. Meanwhile, Logan was still dressed.
“What about you?”
He didn’t reply. Instead, his gaze traveled over her nude form like a caress. She held her ground and let him look his fill. She liked the look in his eyes, the genuine appreciation there. He thought she was pretty and it made her feel that way.
“Beautiful,” he whispered when his eyes met hers once more.
She flushed at the compliment and lifted one shoulder timidly. She wasn’t sure she’d go that far, but she was touched that he had.
“Turn around and bend over the desk. I owe you a punishment.”
Lacy did as he said without question, her pussy clenching in anticipation. She had seen him do this to Yvette all those summers ago and since then, her imagination had run wild with the fantasy.
Logan stepped behind her as she assumed the position, his hand cupping the back of her neck, pressing her more firmly against the smooth surface of his desk. “Open your legs.”
Again, she responded to his request. It was so easy to do. With Logan, she didn’t have to think, to consider. She wasn’t worried about her safety because he would never hurt her. At least not more than she would enjoy.
He ran his fingers along her slit and she shivered as one hand held her tight to the desk. She started to reassure him she wouldn’t move, but she liked that extra restraint, liked the feeling of being his captive.
One of his wet fingers circled the rim to her anus. Lacy realized she’d forgotten to breathe. She sucked in as much air as she could, releasing it in short pants through her nose as he fondled her ass.
Logan didn’t speak as he explored. She longed to end the silence, but her chest was too tight to utter a single word. A million questions flew through her head. She wasn’t used to being apart while a part of something like this. In the past, her lovers had been equal partners and everything was discussed and voted on in committee meetings.
Logan was clearly the CEO, CFO, and dictator rolled into one. He’d do what he wanted and he didn’t ask permission beforehand.
God. The quiet was maddening. What was he thinking? What would he do next? When was he going to spank her? Could she convince him to forget that stupid thing she’d said about not fucking her? Why had she said that? She needed?—
“Shh.” Logan bent over her back, his soft hush blowing hot against her ear. “Shut it all down, Lace.”