Page 37 of Falling For My Ex's Older Brother

"That changes things."

"Does it."

"You know it does."

She's quiet for a moment. Not retreating — thinking. Deciding. I watch her do it and I don't push because I don't need to. She already knows what I'm asking and she's deciding whether to answer.

"I've been doing my job," she says finally.

"Every day this week and last week, I have come in here and done my job and not made it complicated. That's all I know how to do."

"I know," I say. "I've been watching you do it."

Something flickers in her eyes.

"Logan—"

“—I'm not asking you to make it complicated," I say. I take one step toward her.

"I'm asking you something simpler than that."

She looks up at me. Her lips part slightly. She doesn't move back.

"What are you asking?" she says quietly.

I don't answer her with words at first. I close the distance in one step. My hand finds her jaw — not gentle, not tentative as I tilt her face up to mine and I watch her eyes go dark before I've even touched her mouth.

"You already know," I say.

And I pull her in.

Chapter Eleven

Sutton

He leans in, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off him, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he inhales deeply, the sound barely audible but devastating.

Then his mouth claims mine, soft at first but commanding all the same. His kiss is deliberate, like he's savoring me, and my hands instinctively grip the edge of his desk to keep from falling apart.

Logan grabs my wrist, guiding my hand down to his pants. I freeze for a moment, my breath hitching, before I feel it — the hard, unmistakable bulge straining against the thin fabric. My body burns as I gasp, and his eyes lock onto mine, dark and smoldering.

"Do you understand what I’m saying, Sutton?" he murmurs, his voice low, guttural, and laced with challenge.

My lips part, but I can't answer. I don't have to. His hand presses against mine, holding it firmlythere as I rub against him, feeling every hard inch of him beneath the fabric. My core clenches, and I bite my lip, unable to stop myself.

His hand slides away, leaving me in control. I hesitate only for a second before tugging at the belt of his pants, loosening it. I slide my hand beneath the waistband and into his warm briefs. The heat of his skin, the soft patch of hair, and then — the length of him. My fingers curl around his cock, thick and hot in my hand.

"Fuck, Sutton," he groans, his voice breaking as he leans into me, capturing my lips with his.

I stroke him slowly at first, my hand gliding up and down the velvety hardness, feeling the weight of him, the way he twitches under my touch. He kisses me harder, his hands cupping and squeezing my breasts through my blouse, but I'm too focused on him. My strokes quicken, faster and firmer, and his body shudders in response.

Logan pulls back, his eyes wild. He glances around as if jolted by the reality of where we are, but it doesn't stop him. His lips curl into a wicked smirk, and he places both hands on my shoulders, pressing me downward.

"Get on your knees," he commands.

I sink to the floor, the carpet scratching against my knees, but I don't care. I watch as he fumbles with the zipper of his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. It's massive, swollen, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

Logan steps closer, gripping the back of my hair firmly, tilting my head up. The intensity in his gaze sendsa jolt straight through me. He brushes the slick head against my lips, smearing the saltiness over them.