Looking over his shoulder, he examined the large room. “Seems like you’ve outdone yourself, Owens.”
“Why thank you.” I smiled up at him.
“And this dress…” Logan spun me around to get a better look. “It’s stunning on you.”
“Trying to butter me up, Turner?”
“Is it working?”
“Maybe. That suit is helping.”
Hooking his arm around my waist, he whispered, “How about we dip into a room for a minute?”
I sharply elbowed him in the ribs. “Do I need to remind you that this is my sister’s party and I am throwing it? How would it look if I disappeared?”
He pointed around the room. “Everyone here is too consumed with themselves to notice if we’re gone for a moment. I just want to lick that perfect cunt of yours.” Goose bumps shot up my arms and down my legs as he breathed gently on my neck. “I’ll be quick, I promise. It’ll be all about you. I just can’t resist.”
“Fine.” I sighed, grabbing his hand as we rushed for the back bedroom. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
Logan pressed me against the door as he locked it. “I blame my talented tongue,” he snickered, kneeling down in front of me.
Hiking the long skirt of my ivory chiffon dress up to my hips, Logan pushed my thong to the side and started to suck on my clit. My knees immediately went weak as he nipped at my sensitive skin.
“Please never let me say no to this, ever,” I groaned, running my fingers through his short hair.
“I promise.” He panted as our eyes met for a split second then his fingers filled me, making my back arch and my legs quake.
“There?” he asked as he hooked his fingers perfectly.
“Fuck yes,” I whimpered as my entire body started to shake. “Don’t stop.”
Within seconds, my climax built, and before I knew what was happening, I was putty in Logan’s extremely capable hands.
As I dripped onto his fingers, I tried to catch my breath.
“I told you it would be quick.” Logan winked at me. “Bathroom?”
I pointed to the door across the room, still unable to steady my breathing.
“En-suite guest bath, nice touch,” he commented before ducking in to wash his face. Then as we rejoined the party, Logan looked down to me. “I should really make the rounds. Want something to drink?”
“You go mingle, I’ll get the libations. What do you want?”
“Thank you, beautiful. Scotch neat, please.”
“Coming right up.”
I made my way to the bar, which was set up perfectly next to the pool’s waterfall where Josie was gabbing with friends of hers I had only met at the wedding.
“Ari, just the woman I wanted to see,” Josie exclaimed, practically throwing her wine all over a woman I couldn’t have remembered the name of if my life depended on it.
“Might want to watch your beverage there, sis,” I commented while waving hello to her posse.
“Why? Where’s it going?”
Taking the glass out of my drunk sister’s hand, I set it down onto the bar. “Right here.”
“So, Ari, tell us…how is it being with Logan?” A mousy blonde chortled at me.
