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“Get what?” With that, his finger entered me, and my back arched in
pleasure.
“Get in here.”
He pulled his finger out halfway.
“Don’t,” I squeaked. “Don’t stop.”
Slowly, he slid back in, then out again in a gentle rhythm, kissing my
parted lips. “All I could think about today was getting inside your cunt,
getting my cock wet on it. Slowly. All the way. So deep in you I touched
your name. Making you come so I could feel you throb for me.”
“I’m going to come.”
A vibrating chime came from his bedroom. He pulled his hand away.
“Hey!” I said, sitting straight with a splash.
“Time’s up. Conference call.”
“How long’s that going to last?”
He tossed me the towel and—still smirking like the devil—grabbed a
small hand mirror before leaving me throbbing and dissatisfied.
“Asshole,” I grumbled, draining the tub.
The bathroom door was open and I could see clear into his room, where
he was at his desk, tapping into his laptop. I started to close the door
between us, but he held a hand out for me, still looking at his work.
“Come,” he commanded.
Faces popped up on the screen, and Logan turned around to me.
“The camera’s covered.” He indicated a little strip of black tape atop the
screen, where the camera was.
I came to him, still wet and still naked, a map of bubbles sliding over
my skin.
“I can’t see you,” the older Asian man said. In the window behind him,
it was broad daylight.
“Me neither,” the white woman said. “Logan?”
“I’m here,” he replied, pinching my nipple with that same devil of a
grin. “Camera’s busted.”
He was really terrible, evil, bad to the bone—twisting my nipple so hard
it hurt in exactly the right way with one hand and putting his index finger to
his lips with the other.
I nodded, consenting to his wickedness. His eyes lit up and he took his
hand off my tit.