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  “Where the hell have you been?”

  “I got pulled over and hauled into the police station for calling Sawyer an asshole.”

  I plunked down in the seat across from him with a sigh. I really didn’t need to get my ass reamed right now.

  “Logan, seriously, we can’t deal with this shit right now. We’re trying to make the company grow. Getting arrested does not look good for our image.”

  “The chief dropped the charges and I was free to leave. Besides, I have never done anything to give this company a bad image.”

  “You’re excellent at your job and I couldn’t ask for a better partner, but one of these days, your extracurricular activities are going to get us in trouble. You screw anything in sight and you don’t give a shit about anything. Everything just rolls off your back. One of these days, it’s going to screw us over.”

  The thing about my friends was that they were always underestimating me. I wasn’t a screw up, but they had very little faith in me outside of work. Maybe I earned that in some way, but to decide that today’s traffic stop was my fault without the details was harsh. The anger was building inside me and I needed to get out of there before I said something I’d regret.

  “Can we get this meeting over with? I have a lot of shit to get done today.”

  Ryan shook his head, but moved on to the next subject.

  “We got underbid on the new building downtown. That’s a big loss for us. The recognition for that building could have brought in a lot of business for us.”

  “We can’t do projects at cost. I know we agreed on the VAS project, but that’s different. That’s for a good cause. I looked over the project numbers myself and they looked pretty good. We can’t win ‘em all, Ryan. There’s no point in staying upset. Let’s move on.”

  “That kind of attitude will not help us.”

  “No, that kind of attitude will keep us from underbidding ourselves and devaluing the company. If we don’t make enough to pay our employees, we’re gonna have a hard time taking on new projects.”

  “Shit. I know you’re right. I just really wanted that project.”

  “There will be another project. Besides, the VAS project could be very good for us if we do it right. Speaking of which, I need to check in with the design team and see how it’s coming.”

  I stood, eager to get out of his office. Ryan was lost in thought, staring out his window, so I made my exit quickly. I got back to my office and checked all my emails before returning phone calls. It took me until lunch to catch up on my early morning routine. I worked through lunch so that I could stay on top of what needed to be done. The design team was almost done on their end, so I made an appointment with them for three o’clock.

  After that, the day flew by. I had several more meetings to attend and I had to work late to make up for my late start. I headed out the door at seven and the rest of the office was dark. I was often the last one there because I worked with both the architectural design team and the interior design team. It was satisfying work and I didn’t mind the extra hours.

  Driving home, I was extra cautious about my speed to avoid any more problems with the police. I was mentally exhausted after today and just wanted to go chill on the couch with a beer and watch a game. I didn’t care what game, just something that didn’t require me to think. I stepped inside the front door and slipped immediately, falling on my ass on the tile floor. Shit, that hurt. What the fuck?

  As I stood up, water dripped from my clothes in thick droplets to the floor. I flipped on the entryway light and saw water all over my floor. I flicked on some more lights as I walked through the house, stopping in the kitchen when I heard the water running. I turned on the kitchen light and saw my sink overflowing with water. Stepping over to the sink, I saw my plate from this morning covering the drain, the other sink plugged with the strainer, and the faucet turned on part way. I shut the water down and pulled the plug in one side and removed the plate from the other.

  I walked through the house to see the extent of the damage. The place was sitting in a thin layer of water for most of the first floor. I shut down the power to the house and called a clean up crew. I could do it myself, but I didn’t have the time for it. I had a big meeting tomorrow and I couldn’t afford the distraction. I was going to have to find someplace new to stay tonight. I went upstairs and packed a bag. There was no doubt in my mind I would be staying at a hotel for the next week. I hoped it would be less time, but realistically, that wouldn’t happen.

  I drove over to the hotel in town and checked in. As I lay in bed, I tried to figure out how the hell that had happened. I couldn’t remember even turning on the water in the sink this morning. It didn’t make any sense. I was exhausted and stewing over this wouldn’t do me any good, so I took a shower and went to sleep.

  The next morning, I headed off to the cafe as usual and guess who was there? My little vixen. I wondered how I had been coming to this coffee shop for the past few years and had never managed to run into her before. I walked up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her closer to me.

  “How is it that I’ve never seen you here before?”

  I felt her relax into my body and she wiggled her ass against my crotch. Damn. I didn’t need a boner right now. I had to get to work and I couldn’t afford the distraction, but she was too tempting.

  “I just moved to town. This has become my new morning coffee shop.”

  Her hand rested on my arm and her nail scratched against my hand when she started moving her fingers against my skin.

  “I’m staying at the Hillside Hotel for the week. Room three-twelve, seven o’clock tonight. Don’t be late.”

  I nipped at her ear and then stepped around her to place my order, paying for hers also. Then I left and got to work. I made sure to drive the speed limit all the way to work and watched for police cars the whole way. Our meeting with Cassandra from VAS was at ten, so I went through my routine of checking emails and returning phone calls. The head of our interior design department, Cheryl, brought the final designs by my office at 8:30 and I looked them over, making sure everything was in order.

  Ryan and I left at 9:45 and I parked in front of their offices. The meeting was with a few veterans, some other designers from other veteran buildings, and Cassandra. She had wanted their input on our plans and I was fine with that. Our plans looked great and I wasn’t worried that she wouldn’t be one hundred percent satisfied.

  When the meeting was over, an hour later, Cassandra was thoroughly pleased with our plans. She still had to take the plans to the investors for approval, but she promised to call us next week after the meeting. Ryan and I were feeling pretty good when we walked out of the office. That is, until I saw a ticket under the wiper blade of my truck.

  “What the fuck? What could I possibly have gotten a ticket for?”

  I snatched the ticket from the windshield and read the citation. Apparently I was parked in a no parking zone. I looked at the sign and saw the front end of my truck was about six inches past the sign. The officer’s name was Calloway, but I had no doubt he was buddies with Sawyer.

  “What’s the ticket for?”

  “Parking in a no parking zone.”

  “Dude, you’re not even a foot past the sign.”

  “I know,” I said as I climbed in the truck. I threw the ticket on the dashboard and started the truck, pulling out into traffic.

  “Did you piss someone off?”

  “Other than Sawyer? Not sure, but he had a hard on for me as soon as he stopped me yesterday. I hadn’t even met the guy until yesterday.”

  “Maybe you fucked his sister.”

  “Why is it that as soon as something happens, you automatically assume that I screwed up? Fuck you.”

  I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this shit. I needed to get back to the office and get away from him before I destroyed our partnership. I was on the verge of saying shit that didn’t need to be said and it wouldn’t be good for our busine
ss or our friendship. We drove in silence the rest of the way to the office and went our separate ways. I avoided him the rest of the day and left the office at six. I’d had enough shit happen this week to last me a year and I was ready to get the hell out of here.

  I drove to the hotel and got cleaned up, awaiting the arrival of my guest. She showed right on time and was wearing a trench coat, tied at the waist. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders and her makeup was flawless. She carried a small overnight bag and it made me happy that she was planning to stay the night with me.

  I opened the door all the way to let her in, watching her sway her hips as she walked further into the room. My cock harden at the thought of what was under that trench coat. I needed to let off some steam and her ass was my target. I shut the door, smiling at all the fun I would be having tonight.

  “Take off your coat,” I commanded.

  She undid the belt of her coat and then slowly slipped the buttons through the holes. She pulled at the collar and opened her coat, revealing a red lacy bra and matching panties. She had on garter belts attached to thigh highs. I groaned as I took her in, my dick becoming painfully hard. She looked spectacular. The coat slid from her shoulders and down past her fingertips, falling to the ground. I prowled over to her, ready to attack, coming within an inch of her body. I could feel her breasts brush against me as my chest rose with every harsh breath.

  I lifted my hand to her hip and brushed my fingers along her hip bone, trailing it up her side and brushing her breast. I traced the mounds of her breasts and up along her neck. She had soft skin that begged to be licked, but first, I wanted to punish her. I had a feeling that she left me tied to that bed to see how I would react and she was about to find out.

  I brushed my lips along her jawline and over her beautiful, plump lips. Her breathing became ragged with every little touch. I ran my lips over to her ear and down her neck. Then I stepped back and watched her eyes open in confusion.

  “Get on your knees on the bed, ass in the air.”

  My tone was harsh and I could see the excitement dance in her eyes. I didn’t normally have rough sex, but it was sexy with her. She walked over to the bed and brought one knee up to the bed as she looked over her shoulder at me. She fluttered her eyelashes at me with a come hither look. I didn’t take the bait. I knew exactly what I wanted to do to her and she would go along with it. She finished climbing on the bed and got on all fours with her sweet ass facing me.

  I took my shirt off and shucked my pants, standing nude behind her. I traced my hand over the curve of her ass then drew it back and slapped her hard.

  “Ahh,” she cried after the first smack. I drew back again and repeated it, slapping a little harder every time. Her moans filled the room and I felt my anger from the day leaching from my body. My hand print made a red outline on her ass, so I moved to the other side.

  “You think it was a good idea to leave me tied up to my bed?”

  “Yes.” That earned her another hard slap.

  “Why’d you do it?”

  “Because I wanted to leave my mark on you.”

  I caressed her ass before pulling back and smacking her again. “Well, now I’m gonna leave my mark on you.”

  I smacked her a few more times before running my fingers along the back of her thong and down underneath her panties. I felt the wetness before I reached her pussy. She was soaked for me. I ran my hands along her seam and spread her juices up to her clit, rubbing small circles over the nub. She moaned and pushed her ass closer to me. I flicked her bra open and pulled the straps off her shoulder. My hands were drawn to her luscious breasts and my fingers brushed over her taut nipples.

  I needed to be inside her now. I lined my cock up with her pussy and pulled her panties to the side. I rammed inside her, stopping when I was buried deep inside her. It was just as good as I remembered, hot, wet, and tight. I was going to take her all night long and work out all my frustrations on her delectable body.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Cecelia

  My plan was going great so far. Two days in a row, Logan bought my coffee. Not that it’s a great form of revenge, but every little thing chips away at my anger a little more. When I ran into him in the coffee shop, his promises for tonight sent tingles down my spine. There’s no denying I’m attracted to him. His body is positively sinful and his smile makes my panties wet. All he had to do was brush his fingers along my skin and I started to forget my anger towards him, which posed a slight problem for me. I couldn’t forget what he did to me all those years ago. Given the chance, he would repeat it and crush me all over again.

  Vira talked with Sean about Logan’s reputation. He’s quite the ladies man. Apparently, he always has been, which is all the more reason for me to keep my guard up and my focus sharp. I refused to be drawn into his trap a second time. When I headed to his hotel room tonight, it’d be all business for me. My plan was to invite myself over for the night to draw him in. I’d be walking a fine line of drawing him in closer and making him want me more and more, but not totally giving myself over to him. Normally, I wouldn’t stay the night with him, I never did with any guy, but I planned to use him all night long. My body craved him and I knew that I wouldn’t have him for a long time before he found me out, so I planned to take advantage while I could.

  I only packed a change of clothes for the morning and I needed to slip out early enough to get back to my place and get ready for work. There’d be no need for me to dress a certain way for him, in fact, less was better. We both knew what I was going there for, so there was no need to beat around the bush. I dressed in a bra and panties with garter belts and thigh high stockings. My trench coat might be a little cliche, but it definitely fit the situation.

  The look on his face when I opened the door was one of desire, but when I did my little striptease for him, his eyes turned molten. Honestly, I had never felt so desired in all my life. His need was coming off him in waves. I knew he had some anger to work out. I had gotten an update from Vira today from her friend at the police station, and based on the fact that he’s staying in a hotel for the week, I’d say my plan was working out perfectly.

  Which brings us to now. With my ass in the air and every crack of his palm against my skin, my center grew more wet. I have never been so turned on by a man and he knew it based on the sounds coming from my mouth, but he wouldn’t get his way the whole night. I’m not into submission. I’m into equal opportunity rough sex for both of us.

  When he rammed inside me, I could swear I felt him all the way in my throat. I was deliciously full in every way as his thrusts became harder and faster. I was so caught up in the feel of him that I didn’t even pay attention to the fact that I hadn’t had my way with him yet. There was always time for more. I felt the burn in my scalp as he yanked my hair back, holding my head up as he used my hair like reins on a horse. My orgasm rushed through me and my pussy clenched him tight, making his thrusts ragged. I barely heard him scream my name as he came inside me.

  When he released my hair, I collapsed onto the mattress on my tummy. He flopped down on the bed next to me and pulled me back against him. Umm. That was not happening. I didn’t do snuggling. I rolled away from him and put some space between us. His brows furrowed in question, but he didn’t say anything. As my breathing calmed, I thought about just going home. I had been satisfied and I didn’t need any more for the night, especially if he was going to try to cuddle with me. I didn’t need that shit.

  “You got a problem with lying next to me?”

  “I don’t cuddle. If you want to cuddle, get a teddy bear.”

  His eyes narrowed slightly, but he recovered quickly with a handsome smile. It was best to set boundaries now. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the covers.

  “So why are you staying in a hotel?”

  “My house flooded.”

  “You don’t live on the river. How did your house flood?”

  “Apparently, I left the water on and the drain was covered. Funny
thing is, I don’t remember even turning on the water yesterday morning.”

  He was staring at the ceiling, running his hand over his chest. I watched his chest rise and fall with every breath and my gaze skimmed over his beautiful body, taking in every mouth watering feature. He had some pretty impressive arms. If he were to wrap them around my neck, they would crush my windpipe in seconds.

  “That sucks. How long will it take to clean up?”

  “I don’t know. They were working on getting all the water out yesterday and drying it out. Then they’ll have to assess the damage.” He huffed and ran a hand over his head. “It sucks because I built that house a few years ago when Ryan and I got the company off the ground. I designed it myself, so I’m not too happy about it being damaged.”

  Score one for Team Me! It’s great to know that I caused his house damage, but what’s even better is knowing how much his house means to him. I did my best to school my features. I wouldn’t want to give away my joy at his predicament.

  “So I can find you here for the unforeseeable future?”

  He hesitated for a minute as if he wanted to consider something first. “What is this?”

  “Umm, it’s called sex, Logan. Surely, I don’t need to explain that to you. You seem pretty well versed.”

  “I want to take you out sometime.”

  “I don’t date. The sex is great between us. Let’s not complicate things.”

  “Usually that’s my line.”

  “Then by all means, use it.”

  He smirked at me and I could tell he wanted to say more, but he let it go. I let my eyes slide shut and I drifted off to sleep. I woke sometime later to the feeling of warmth all around me. I pried my eyes open to see the comforter over me and Logan’s arm wrapped around me. What the fuck. I told him I didn’t snuggle. This shit didn’t fly with me.

  I threw the covers off and straddled his hips. I brought my hand back and laid a decent slap across his face. He startled awake, his eyes flying open.