“No.” Zoe slid to the right to separate their touch. She had to maintain a professional distance. Keep up the charade that she didn’t like him. Even when they were in private. Anyone could walk in at any moment.
She should have asked him to stand on the other side of her desk, but somehow knew he would take it as a challenge. He was like a predator sensing her weakness and using it. She wouldn’t allow him to have the upper hand. She could resist him. He wasn’t the first pretty face she’d come across.
“We are checking on the night clubs Maxim owns. There are four of them. Here is the route that we normally do.” She leaned over her desk and pointed at the map laying on it.
Greg slid next to her, pressing his side into hers. “I can’t stop thinking about last night,” he whispered, his nose grazing along her bare shoulder.
This was why she’d chosen this outfit. To feel him touching her skin. As much as she told herself she didn’t, she really did. When he touched her, she came alive. It was like touching a livewire. Her body was zinging with electricity.
She wanted to throw caution to the wind and turn around and demand he fuck her right then and there. It was a risk though, she wasn’t willing to take. This was as much of a luxury as she allowed herself. His touch. The hint of danger.
“Greg,” she whispered. It was meant to come out a warning but ended up breathy.
“Ah-ah, what’s my name here?” He left a trail of blazing kisses along her shoulder and up her neck.
Zoe’s head rolled to the side granting him greater access. “Logan.”
“Good girl.” She could feel him smile against her neck.
“We shouldn’t.” She tried to sound firm about it but she already felt her body melting under his touch. “The map…” She tried pulling away again, but she felt caught in quicksand that was pulling her down. Her body bound, helpless to struggle.
“Did you think about me at all when you went to bed?” he asked, ignoring her words.
Her sex clenched at the word bed. She hadn’t thought about him in that sense last night, but now she couldn’t get the image out of her mind.
“Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he continued as his right hand slid down her back to the curve of her ass and dropped lower still. “Of all the things we did.” His hand reached under her skirt and ran up the inside of her left leg. “And all the things I still want to do.” He touched her bare core and slid a finger inside.
Zoe shuddered. She could lie and say she’d forgotten to wear underwear, but the truth was, she’d purposely gone without them.
“Greg,” Zoe moaned, biting her bottom lip so she didn’t cry out and alert anyone that might be standing outside.
“What did I say?” he reminded in a warning tone before pulling his finger free.
Zoe felt empty and hollow without his touch. She wanted to beg him to put it back in when she jumped as his hand came down on her ass. It wasn’t hard, but a light smack. It still sent a ripple through her core.
“Logan,” she cried out when two fingers slid back inside of her.
“Say it again.”
“Logan…” Zoe braced her hands on her desk and widened her stance as his fingers plunged in and out of her. Her sex wept as he sent her hurtling toward a climax.
“You don’t know how much I want fuck you right now. To feel you come apart on my cock. To bury myself balls deep inside you and feel you milk the cum from my balls.” He curled his fingers and hit that magic G-spot that seemed to allude many men.
“Ah…” Zoe felt her body splinter apart as the climax tore through her like a tornado. Greg clamped a hand over her mouth as her whole body shook. She could care less what was happening around her as her body spasmed for what felt like minutes, but was actually seconds, as her body wound down.
Greg continued to stroke in and out at a leisurely pace until the last of the tremors faded. Zoe’s legs shook as they struggled to support her. She didn’t think she could muster a single word right now. All she wanted to do was crumple on the floor and pass out with a smile on her face.
“How are the plans coming?” Maxim asked coming into the room.
Chapter 16
Greg knew it had been dangerous finger fucking Zoe in Maxim’s home. The man could have cameras everywhere, even in here. Not that he’d seen any when he’d been shown in, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t overlooked them.
Just one look at Zoe though, showing off her bare shoulders and wearing a skirt, was like waving a red flag at a bull.
He was now addicted to the sound of her screaming his name. His real name, but having her say it here, in this house, was dangerous. Their attraction was dangerous. Zoe had been right to try and keep a barrier between them when she’d come in. To warn him to stop. Well, half an attempt. He had her purring like a kitten with only a stroke.
If anyone had walked in on them, it could have ended in disaster. Also did when Maxim walked in. Luckily, he was adaptable to any situation.
