Chapter Thirty
Logan
I’d been right about Mia falling apart and letting go. I would have sold my soul to the devil for the chance to see it. Luckily, she trusted me enough to honor me with the sight herself.
She’d taken control of herself and me with the strokes of her fingers. Glowing with confidence in her power to bring us both to orgasm.
After putting my cock back in its denim cage, I looked over to the sexy vixen, who continued to stay lying on her table. Completely sated.
“How do you feel?” I leaned over, kissing her nose and then her cheeks and finally landing a gentle kiss on her lips.
“Wrecked.” Her voice sounded sleepy, like she was close to rolling over and drifting off to dreamland.
“I know the feeling. You’ve wrecked both of us with your performance.”
She might think she lacked confidence, but it was there. She just needed to hear the effects she had instead of focusing on the ones she thought she didn’t have. She constantly drove me wild, and now, she knew it. The evidence had shot out of my cock as I watched her bring herself to release.
Blush coated her cheeks, but she didn’t move to close her blouse, shutting my view of her perfect tan skin.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to get off this table,” she huffed.
My grin grew wide. She’d fucked herself ragged. I liked that.
My hands scooted under her neck and legs, lifting her up with ease, and then I walked us down the hall. Hopefully toward her bedroom since I’d never been back in this part of her penthouse.
She helped me by pointing which direction to take. Her home was quite large for a penthouse. At least four rooms and three bathrooms that I could see, plus an office that rivaled the one she had floors below us.
“Rest up, Mia. Tomorrow, we’re going out. And I’m going to make you come next time with my fingers and tongue. We’ll give yours a break. They worked hard tonight.” I smiled as she rolled her eyes.
I laid her down in her bed and stood. Her hair was splayed around her head like a mermaid under the sea, another sight that made me wanna drop to my knees and continue worshipping her body.
Tomorrow.
“Thanks, Logan. I felt really sexy there, and I know it’s because of you.” She turned over, her arms snuggling the pillow while solemnly looking at me.
“You are sexy, even now with that sleepy look on your face. You just needed a little push to see it for yourself. Everything I said was true. You did that all by yourself.”
She nodded, maybe believing me and maybe not.
“The key to confidence and feeling attractive isn’t that you have to feel this way all the time. It’s knowing that you are enough. That, when you want something, like to drive a man wild, that you have the power inside you to do it. If you believe that you are enough, then you can accomplish anything.” I inclined my body one more time to push back her hair and kiss her lips before murmuring that I’d see her tomorrow.
“Night, Logan,” she mumbled into the pillow as I began leaving the room.
She was already chasing the sleep that beckoned her.
“Night, Mia.”
I saw myself out of her penthouse, making sure the door was locked behind me. I felt high on life with every step toward my Jeep and the whole drive home.
My pink mailbox greeted me as I turned into the driveway. My friends had thought it would be a funny housewarming present to give to me, but joke was on them because I liked it.
About a year and a half after my wife and I’d divorced, I’d finally decided to do something we’d argued about and bought some land. I had a two-bedroom house—one room for sleeping and the other for my office. Kitchen was sweet and had all the newest appliances to cook with. The two bathrooms were normal with a tub I could soak in if I wanted and a shower big enough to not feel claustrophobic.
My home was my happy place. I had a stocked pond, workout equipment, trees, and a bike trail I rode and sometimes jogged when I wanted. It wasn’t as nice as living in a huge hotel like Mia did, but I was happy. It was mine.
I parked in the garage and started shucking off my clothes in the laundry room as soon as I opened the door. Naked as the day I was born, I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer. My blood was still boiling, and my body felt alive from the sexy kitchen time with Mia.
She had come alive under her own fingers and loved that I was watching her do it.
