Page 22 of Logan (The Valeur Billionaires #1)

Chapter Seventeen

SLOANE

L ogan opens the apartment door, and I enter behind him, clutching my purse.

Fuck. Am I sure about this? I mean, there’s no doubt I want him, but he’s my boss, and there will be no going back. As Emery’s told me several times, nothing good will come out of it.

Except for mind-blowing sex. And damn, I need some mind-blowing sex in my life.

Logan turns to me, his gaze sweeping over my body before locking with my eyes. Time freezes as we stare at each other. The throbbing between my legs intensifies.

“This isn’t a good idea. I’m still the CEO of Valeur,” he says, but his eyes tell me something else.

“And I don’t work at Valeur right now.” I force a smile onto my face. God, I’m nervous.

“There will be no going back. ”

“I know. But we’re both adults.”

“No one can know about what happens between us. Not even that gossipy friend of yours.”

I nod. He’s caving. I can feel it. This is going to happen.

“I don’t want you to get your hopes up. I’m not looking for a relationship. I can’t give you anything beyond sex. My work is my life, and the moment I return to the office, there will be nothing between us,” he continues.

“The only hope I have is a long-awaited orgasm,” I mumble, wishing we could start already. I was sold long ago, I don’t need the speech. I’ve read all the books.

His eyes ignite. “How many times?”

“What?”

He closes the distance between us, his hand skimming up my arm, his fingers painting a trail of fire. He lowers his mouth to my ear and whispers, “You said you want to come. How many times do you want to scream my name?”

I gape. “Uh…umm...”

“Well, let’s start with three.” He growls the words, his lips touching the soft skin of my neck and my body shivers.

He moves to my lips, invading my mouth without giving me a chance to process what he just said.

As our tongues meet, the kiss becomes intense and forceful. My nipples tighten, protruding so much they ache. I want to undress, to shed this layer of clothing and feel his body against mine.

Logan lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His hard cock presses against my core as he carries me to the bedroom, careful not to break our kiss.

He tosses me onto the bed, and I let out a yelp of surprise.

I lie there panting, propping myself up on my elbows, my eyes fixed on Logan towering over me. “You told me at the club that you want to be eaten out. Did you mean that?”

“I said that?” God, I can never get drunk again. I don’t remember saying that or anything else, and he didn’t tell me. He said nothing happened.

Heat spreads up my neck and to my cheeks.

“You did.” He licks his lips, and my stomach clenches. “So, did you mean it?”

I nod. “No one has gone down on me in years. My ex-boyfriend didn’t like doing it.”

A smile appears on Logan’s face, and I swallow hard. “Then he’s an idiot who doesn’t know what he’s missing. I hope you’re ready because I totally love it.”

Ready. Completely. Dripping. It’s embarrassing how wet I am.

Logan removes his shirt in one swift motion, sending my heart rate jumping to a record pace. I let my eyes roam his body, his tanned skin and the defined abs with the thin trail of hair leading downward.

He narrows his eyes. “Are you going to undress, or do you want me to do it for you?”

I don’t have time to respond before he’s on top of me, tugging my dress off. He seems impatient, and I love it.

“You’re wearing panties today. What a shame.” His eyes travel over my choice of underwear.

I wasn’t wearing any when we went to the club, but how does he know that?

Fuck. I don’t think I want to know.

His fingers skim up my thigh, rising to the throbbing point between my legs. “Your panties are soaked,” he groans as he touches the thin lace. “You have no idea what you do to me.” He pushes the fabric aside and grazes my clit.

I lift my hips to help him, and he removes my underwear, shoving them in his pocket.

He studies me, surveying my body and fixing his gaze between my legs. I press them together.

He clasps my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head, his face close to mine. “Don’t you dare hide yourself from me, you hear? You’re gorgeous, and I want to enjoy looking at you.”

I nod because there’s no way I can get any words out at this moment.

“Now I promised you something, and I intend to deliver. After that, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll scream. Are you ready?”

I nod again, and in one swift move, he flips us over so that now I’m on top of him, lying with my face against his solid chest. “What are you doing?”

“Sit on my face,” he commands, his voice rough with desire.

“What?” I gape at him, my eyes wide.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Sloane. Sit on my face now so I can eat you out properly.” He grips my hips and tugs me upward until my bare, glistening pussy hovers right above his hungry mouth. “Ride my tongue, Sloane.” His tongue darts out, flicking against my sensitive clit, and I jerk, gasping.

He’s still holding my hips, keeping me locked in place over his mouth, and continues his sensual assault, his tongue lashing, licking, and sucking my most intimate parts. He thrusts his tongue deep inside me, and I nearly scream from the intense pleasure.

“Fuck, this is amazing... Can you even breathe?” I pant, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

“I told you to ride me, not ask unnecessary questions,” he scolds.

I obey, lost in a haze of lust. I gyrate my hips above him, grinding against his talented mouth. He continues mercilessly, devouring me, and when a deep groan escapes his mouth, it vibrates inside me.

The pressure in my lower abdomen grows, tightening like a coiled spring. I lose every ounce of shame and ride his face, chasing my pleasure.

“Logan,” I cry out, my head thrown back, “don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”

I pick up the pace. Close. I’m so close.

“I’m coming,” I shout as intense spasms rack my body, my inner muscles contracting, the explosive release hitting me with devastating force.

Waves of toe-curling pleasure course through my body, shattering me into a million pieces.

I try to pull away, to stop the sweet torture of his relentless tongue, but he doesn’t let me, gripping me tighter and forcing me to ride out the peak to its mind-blowing end—to ride the crashing waves to the safe shore.

After the storm subsides, I roll off him and collapse on the bed, panting.

I have no air in my lungs. I have no coherent thoughts. I am nothing but a boneless pile of soft, pliant limbs.

He rises above me, his hair mussed and his chin slick with my juices, and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips. I moan into his mouth, savoring my essence mixed with his unique flavor.

“I’ve never done that before,” I admit after he breaks away, propping himself up on his elbows above me.

“I’m glad I’m the first. Did you like it?” His lips curve into a sexy half-smile. A smile that has my stomach fluttering.

“Yes. I feel like a rag doll, soft and sated.” I stretch, enjoying the afterglow.

“We have two more times to go.”

I tilt my head, confused.

“I said you’d scream my name three times today. That was only the first time.” His eyes glint with wicked promise.

“No, I can’t again,” I mumble when I realize his intention. “I can’t come more than once.”

“I never break promises. Three times, even if it takes hours.” He trails a finger down my stomach, making me shiver.

“Hours?” I squeak. Is he serious?

He moves back down between my legs and places a soft kiss on my sensitive flesh. I press my thighs together, but he spreads them apart once more, settling between them.

“I already told you, you don’t hide from me. Ever.” His hot breath ghosts over me, and I whimper, both intimidated and aroused by his determination to wring every ounce of pleasure from my body.

As he stands, he unbuttons his pants and lets them fall to the ground. I hadn’t even realized he was still wearing them. Now, his erection is fully visible, thick and imposing, and I let out a deep breath.

“Don’t tell me I’m too big because I’ve seen your vibrator,” he says with a smirk. “And it’s larger. ”

“You saw that?” I bite my lip, realizing I underestimated him. This is Logan Valeur, after all—observant and perceptive. Nothing slips by him. “I don’t even know why I bought that thing. It’s too big. Just like you.”

He slips on a condom and positions himself above me once more. “You’re going to take all of me,” he declares as he aligns himself at my entrance. “Every single inch. Like a good girl.” With one powerful thrust, he penetrates deeply, filling and stretching me to my capacity.

I whimper.

“Are you okay?” He searches my eyes, his jaw clenched.

“Yes, why? Is it in yet?” I reply, curling my lips into a playful smirk while my body reacts.

His eyes narrow, and his lips form a tight line. He shifts his pelvis, withdrawing slightly before thrusting in again.

I let out a moan.

“If you’re going to tease me, I won’t hold back,” he warns, thrusting with force once more, each movement seeming to stretch me further. “You,” he says, driving deeper, “will feel,” pausing with another powerful thrust, “every inch.”

The saleswoman at the sex shop was right. Size matters, and I feel it in every fiber of my being. I swear he reaches my lungs, robbing me of my breath.

Logan doesn’t hold back, drilling into me with relentless force, each thrust a potent blend of pain and pleasure. Our bodies collide with increasing intensity, the room filled only with the sounds of our labored breaths and the bed’s protests against the hardwood floor.

My muscles tense and spasm under the strain, and an overwhelming desire to climax consumes me .

I teeter on the edge but can’t quite tip over, my sensitivity from the previous orgasm acting as sweet torture.

“I can’t do it again. It’s too much,” I moan out.

“You can, baby,” he insists, placing his palm on my lower stomach and applying pressure.

“What are you doing?” I gasp as the sensation intensifies, propelling me rapidly upward.

“Getting you there,” he groans, his breath hot against my neck. “Is that good?”

It’s more than good—it’s overwhelming.

A release seems to unlock within me, a pleasant vibration spreading to my limbs, growing stronger with each second. I climb higher, poised at the cliff’s edge, ready to leap into the abyss of pleasure when Logan lets out a deep, resonant moan.

“Fuck! Yes.”

His body shudders above me, the tension in his muscles visible as he reaches his climax. His eyes are tightly closed, his face a mask of ecstasy.

The wave of his orgasm pushes me over the threshold, and I scream his name, the climax hitting me with seismic force. My legs tremble, my entire body tightening around him. My vision blurs into darkness, speckled with fleeting stars.

After a long minute, Logan’s weight presses down on me in a comforting embrace, then he shifts his weight.

“Wait,” I whisper, tightening my arms around him and holding him close. “Give me another minute.”

He pauses, remaining with me a little longer until I relax my hold. Then he rolls off, removes the condom, and settles next to me, pulling me into his arms.

My breathing hasn’t yet evened out, and the edges of my vision flicker as Logan wraps his arm around me and presses close again.

“I promised you three,” he whispers in my ear, nibbling on it.

I lift my head slightly to look at him. “Logan?”

“Yeah?”

“If you touch me again right now, I’m throwing you out the window.” The thought of him touching my overstimulated, sensitive clit is unbearable. I’ve never climaxed more than once before now, and I barely survived that second earth-shattering orgasm.

He chuckles. “That intense, huh?”

“I think I understand now why people say they see stars. Because physically , I saw stars. I always thought it was just an expression.”

Logan snorts and grins. Damn, he’s irresistible when he smiles. “Are you laughing at me?”

“Two orgasms and you’re wrecked. And here I thought I’d have to work all night.”

“Sorry. I’m out of practice. It’s been a while,” I admit, my cheeks heating.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m not like you, with the opposite sex throwing themselves at me left and right.”

“You’d be surprised. I haven’t slept with anyone in a long time either.”

Now it’s my turn to arch a brow.

“You don’t believe me?”

“No. I don’t. How long do you consider a long time? Two weeks?”

“Six months. ”

“Six months?” I exclaim, eyes widening. “You haven’t had sex in half a year?”

He tilts his head. “If you think I should be ashamed or something, I’m not.”

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…you’re you. Women must be all over you, and it’s pretty clear you’re not asexual, and you’re also pretty good in bed.”

“‘Pretty good’?”

“Okay, really good.” I don’t want to inflate his ego, but hell, he’s a sex god. He deserves some ego-stroking.

“I don’t sleep with women just because they throw themselves at me. I sleep with them if they interest me, and that hasn’t happened in a long time.”

My smile widens, and my heart swells. At this rate, I’ll need a larger bra size. “So, I interest you?”

“I think I made that clear from the start. You interest me a great deal. But that doesn’t change the fact that this is just about sex.” His tone carries a note of warning.

“I know.” His bright blue eyes study me.

What is he searching for? If I’ve fallen in love with him? Because maybe I’ve fallen for his cock, but that’s it. I haven’t forgotten for a second that he’s my boss. Nothing will happen beyond mind-blowing sex. “I’m not expecting anything. Don’t worry.”

“I still owe you one more orgasm.”

My jaw drops.

“But I’ll give you a few hours to recover first,” he adds, noting my expression. “I don’t break promises. I told you that.”