Page 24 of Logan (The Valeur Billionaires #1)

Chapter Nineteen

SLOANE

“ I thought you didn’t want to ride the London Eye?” I ask as he leads me toward the giant wheel glittering in the darkness.

“What I said is that I wasn’t willing to ride with other people and be stuck with them in a capsule. I rented the entire wheel just for us.”

“What?”

“We have half an hour alone,” he says as if renting out one of the biggest attractions in London for just the two of us is a given that happens every day. “And I intend to make the most of every minute.” His voice drops to a low timbre.

Oh fuck. Does he mean what I think he means? Is that why he asked me to wear a dress?

I follow him to the entrance, noticing the stares the staff are giving us. Unlike Logan’s indifferent demeanor, they appear stunned. Clearly, they don’t witness this kind of scene every day.

“Welcome.” One of them greets us and opens the capsule door. “Enjoy.”

I grip the railing tightly as the capsule begins to move upward, and the twinkling lights of the city come into view. Logan stands behind me, pressing close. His hands start to roam over my body, caressing my hips, sliding down and creeping up my thighs.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

“Someone will see us.” I squirm under his touch, but my heart is already beating faster.

“There’s no one here.”

“Cameras?”

“I took care of it.”

“The capsule is completely transparent.”

“No one will see you from this distance. We’re high above the city.”

He has an answer for everything.

“Tell me this doesn’t turn you on? Looking down on the city from above, in this glass capsule, all the people below going about their lives, having no idea what’s happening up here?

Tell me it doesn’t excite you to know I’m going to fuck you in front of the entire city?

” he whispers in my ear, his hand climbing higher until he’s almost touching my aching core.

“If I checked right now, what would I find?”

I know exactly what he would find, and the fact that I’m breathing heavily gives me away. My clit throbs, demanding attention .

I wait, arching my back, his fingers so close, almost grazing the spot where I crave him most, but he removes his hands and takes a step back. I groan in frustration and turn around, only to find him standing behind me with a cool expression.

“You’re not going to follow through on your promise?”

“What did I promise?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“You said you’d make the most of every minute of our ride.”

“I didn’t say how. If you want something, you need to ask for it.”

I shake my head. Is he really doing this to me? “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me, Logan.”

He approaches me again and unzips his pants.

I tremble, my entire body coiled with anticipation as he frees his erect cock, and I lick my lips.

“I’d love to feel your mouth around me right now, but we’re short on time, and you asked me to fuck you. We’ll have to save the rest of the plans for next time.”

I nod.

“Turn around and press your hands against the glass.”

I follow his instructions, turning back to face the dizzying view of the glittering city below and pressing my palms against the cool glass. My heart hammers against my ribs, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.

Logan steps closer, crowding against my back, his tall frame enveloping me. Strong hands grip my hips as he nudges my legs apart with his knee, spreading my stance.

“Keep watching the view,” he orders, his hot breath fanning across the side of my neck and making me shiver .

I nod, my pulse skyrocketing as his nimble fingers find the hem of my dress and slowly drag the silky fabric upward, baring my trembling thighs inch by maddening inch to the chill air of the capsule. Cool air kisses my heated skin, and I suck in a sharp breath.

“Fuck, I love how responsive you are,” Logan groans, his blunt teeth nipping at my earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue. “Already so wet for me, aren’t you? I can smell your arousal. I knew you’d love this, you naughty girl. Getting fucked in public, where anyone could see.”

I whimper, pushing my hips back into his touch as he rubs the swollen nub, my body practically vibrating with need.

Two thick fingers plunge inside me without preamble, pumping slowly as his thumb maintains its maddening pressure on my clit. He scissors and curls those long fingers, stroking along my inner walls until he finds the spot that makes me see stars.

“Logan, please,” I moan, my voice cracking on a sob of pleasure as he massages that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside me.

Tension coils tighter in my lower abdomen with every thrust of his fingers, and I’m torn between the urge to grind down against his hand and the instinct to pull away from the intense stimulation.

“Please what, baby?” he coaxes, adding a third finger to stretch me further.

The filthy wet sound of my arousal as he finger-fucks me is obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet capsule.

“I need you... Ah! I need you inside me,” I pant, my skin flushed and tingling, my blood molten in my veins. “Please, I can’t... I need... ”

Logan withdraws his fingers from my spasming core, and seconds later, I hear the distinctive crinkle of a foil wrapper tearing, and a bolt of pure, electric anticipation sizzles down my spine.

His erection nudges at my entrance, sliding through the wetness before catching on my rim. He rocks his hips, teasing me with barely-there pressure, coating himself in my slick arousal.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look right now?” Logan rasps, his voice so low it vibrates through my bones. “Bent over and spread open for me. God, you’re so wet and ready. Trembling for it. Fuck, I could stare at you like this all damn night.”

“Logan,” I whimper, my fingers scrabbling against the fogged glass as I try to impale myself on his cock. But he seems content to drag this out, to tease me until I’m a babbling, incoherent mess. “Please, stop teasing. I need it. Please, I can’t…”

“ Shh , I’ve got you,” he soothes, pressing tender kisses along the line of my neck. He circles his hips, letting me feel every throbbing inch, every ridge and vein. “I’ll give you what you need.”

And then, with a single powerful surge, he’s buried to the hilt inside me. I cry out, my back arching like a bow as he fills and stretches me, the breath freezing in my lungs from the exquisite burn.

“Fuck, you have the tightest, hottest little pussy,” Logan snarls through gritted teeth, his hands clamping down on my hips hard enough to bruise. “Like a fucking vise around my dick. God, you feel incredible. I never want to stop fucking this perfect pussy. ”

I moan at his filthy words, clenching down hard around his thick shaft. He groans, the sound muffled against the damp skin of my shoulder. And then he moves.

There’s nothing gentle or refined about the way he takes me. It’s raw, primal, a claiming in the basest sense.

He fucks into me with force, his muscular thighs slamming against mine, the prominent ridge of the head of his cock dragging along my inner walls with every brutal thrust.

The entire capsule seems to shake from the violence of our thrusts, the glass fogging with our expelled breath and the heat of our writhing bodies.

My palm slips against the slick window, and my forehead thunks against the pane as Logan changes the angle of his hips, somehow pushing even deeper.

“Oh God,” I cry, seeing stars behind my eyelids as he hits that aching spot deep inside me. “There! Fuck, right there! Don’t stop, please don’t ever stop!”

One large hand snakes around my hip to delve between my thighs, zeroing in on my swollen, throbbing clit. He rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves almost roughly, pinching and circling in time with his hips.

Lightning licks up my spine, my thighs beginning to tremble, and my inner muscles fluttering wildly around his plunging cock.

“You gonna come on my dick, baby?” Logan growls, his rhythm faltering as he nears his own peak. “Gonna cream all over my cock like a good girl? Come on, let go. Let me feel you.”

I shatter with a silent scream, my vision whiting out as ecstasy detonates in my core. Wave after wave of mind-numbing rapture crashes over me as Logan pounds me through my release, his strokes growing erratic and choppy as he chases his own orgasm.

“Fuck, Sloane.” he roars as he slams into me one final time, grinding his pelvis against my ass as he empties himself into the condom, and still, I feel every hot rush, every thunderous pulse as he twitches and jerks inside me.

My legs feel like jelly, incapable of supporting my weight, and I sag against the glass with Logan’s body pinning me in place and keeping me upright.

He nuzzles into the crook of my neck as he softens and slips out of me, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my sweat-dampened skin.

“That was...” he pants against my nape, apparently as wrecked as I am.

“Yeah,” I agree breathlessly, a grin stretching my lips. “It really was.”

Logan chuckles, warm and intimate, as he reaches down to remove and knot the condom. He tucks himself back into his pants before righting my underwear and smoothing my dress back into place.

My skin tingles everywhere he touches, over-sensitized and electrified.

Once we’re both reasonably put back together, he spins me around in his arms, tugging me flush against the solid wall of his chest.

My hands splay across his heaving pecs, reveling in the heat bleeding through the fine cotton of his shirt, as he dips his head to capture my lips in a languid, sated kiss.

I sigh into the slow, drugging slide of his mouth on mine, my heart doing a funny little stutter-step against my ribs. Logan tastes like peppermint and something uniquely him, an intoxicating flavor I’ll never tire of.

“Look at that,” he murmurs as he pulls back, nodding to the window where the ground rises to meet us. “We even have five minutes to spare.”