Page 54 of Logan (The Valeur Billionaires #1)

Chapter Forty-One

LOGAN

A fter handling the arrangements for the car, I secure a limousine to pick us up.

I wanted us to head home yesterday, but Sloane was worried about the hit I took, and I preferred to please her rather than cause her more concern. She has suffered enough because of me.

Still, except for the nasty stitches on the back of my head, I feel pretty good. I’ve had worse headaches, for sure.

I ask Sloane to wait outside while I make a few calls requesting Dad and my siblings to meet me at the office.

Peering through the window, I watch as she kicks pebbles on the road, her effortless beauty still striking me breathless.

This brilliant, compassionate woman loves me even though she knows the depths of who I am.

I close my eyes and then open them. She’s still there. Still waiting for me. Still mine. A fierce surge of possessiveness and adoration rushes through me.

And she’ll be mine forever because I will never give up on her.

Noticing my gaze, she lifts her face, a radiant smile unfolding. My heart swells, arresting my breath.

This is what love feels like.

I never thought it could be like this, that I could feel this way. I’m ready to kill for this woman. I’m ready to give my life for her.

I leave the clinic, holding her in my arms and kissing her as if my life depends on it because that’s how I feel. I can’t breathe without her.

Desperation fills my kiss as I pour all my love and longing into the heated press of my lips against hers. She kisses me back, our tongues intertwining, her hard nipples grazing my body as I grab her hips and lift her, pressing her closer.

Desire pulses hot and heavy through my veins. I groan into her mouth, my body reacting to her touch.

The limousine arrives and stops near us. I see it approaching, the sleek black vehicle gleaming under the sun, but I’m still not ready to break our kiss until Sloane pushes me off her. I pull back, my breath ragged.

“Wow.” Sloane opens her mouth wide, looking around and examining the interior of the limo. Her eyes sparkle with delight as she takes in the lush leather seats and gleaming fixtures.

“What’s the destination?” the driver asks after we settle in.

“Drive until I tell you to stop.”

He grunts, and a smile creeps at the corner of his mouth. I press the button that closes the partition between us .

Sloane’s excitement peaks as she discovers champagne.

“If I’d known this would impress you, I’d have brought more,” I joke, pouring her a glass.

She laughs and takes a sip. “Is it that obvious it’s my first time in a limo?”

In response, I dim the lights to a soft purple glow, enchanting us with a surreal ambiance.

She examines her arms, now bathed in purple light. “So this is where those stories about purple aliens come from,” she muses, a playful tilt to her voice.

Intrigued, I raise an eyebrow. “Romantic books about purple aliens?”

“Of course. Vampires, monsters, shape-shifters, fairies, and even aliens.”

I’m torn between letting her explore and indulge in her excitement of something new and wanting her right now.

The limousine hits a pothole in the road, and Sloane, just in the middle of a sip of champagne, finds herself with champagne dribbling down her center and onto her chest.

I follow a drop of the glistening liquid flowing down into the valley between her breasts. When I lift my gaze back to her face, she looks...fascinated.

“Sloane?”

“Fuck, Logan, when you look at me like that, like I’m the solution to world hunger or something, you make me feel…”

“Yes?” I lean in, running my tongue over her neck and tasting the champagne on her skin.

She shivers. “Sexy.”

My tongue traces the path of the champagne on her body. I lean in close, my breath hot against her skin as I drag my tongue along the glistening trail. I lick, move down between her breasts, and remove the straps of her dress, pulling it down until her splendid tits are exposed to my eyes.

My lips curve into a wicked smile as I take in the glorious sight before me. “You should be outlawed,” I growl, my voice rough with desire. “But then I’d be a criminal because I can’t stay away.”

“I don’t want you to stay away.” She places the glass aside and lies back on the seat. “I want you as close as possible, deep inside me.”

I lick my lips, ablaze with hunger. Fuck.

I pull the dress off her, and she helps me by taking off my shirt and then her underwear until she lies exposed before me. I take a moment, running my hands over her body, savoring the soft touch of her skin under my fingertips.

“There’s a mirror on the ceiling.” Her eyes widen as she notices it.

“Do you like watching yourself? Seeing how beautiful you are, how beautifully your body responds to me?” I lift the champagne glass and drip some onto her body, smiling at the sight of her shivering skin. The cool liquid makes her nipples pucker.

I glance up at the mirror. Sloane looks back at me, her eyes wide with desire, her smooth skin glowing. She is simply stunning. The erotic sight makes my already hard cock throb with need.

“Logan.”

“Yes, baby?”

“I want you.”

“Let me enjoy you first,” I rasp. I lean down and lick the champagne from her breasts, biting one nipple between my teeth and rolling the sensitive peak with my tongue .

She cries out, and I chuckle.

“The window between us is tinted, but if you scream, the driver can hear you.”

“Then maybe you should stop.”

Never. “Forget it. Scream as much as you want. I’ll kill him later.”

She laughs, and I give her another pull with my teeth. I nibble and suck at the tender bud, her laughter quickly turning into moans and sighs, breathy, needy sounds that make my blood burn. They are like music to my ears.

I treat the other nipple similarly, lavishing it with the same attention, and after long minutes, I make my way down, tracing a path with my tongue all the way to her legs, taking my place on my knees before her glistening sex.

She clutches my shoulder, trying to hurry me along. I love it—the impatience, her need for me.

I pour a bit more champagne over her clit, and she jumps.

“Logan, you’re making a mess of the limousine,” she tries to scold me, but it comes out breathless.

“I’ll buy a new one,” I growl. “Anything to drink champagne straight from paradise. I’m beginning to understand what Adam and Eve did that got them kicked out.”

I run my tongue all over her, lapping at her sweetness like a man starved, passing over her opening and lightly sucking her clit. I flatten my tongue and lick a long stripe up her slit. Her unique taste mixes with the champagne on her skin. It’s intoxicating.

I add two fingers, insert them inside her, and fold one, curling it just right, stroking that secret spot deep within her.

“Logan, yes. God, right there,” she cries out, her voice breaking on a moan .

Her legs quiver, and her back arches off the seat. “I’m almost there, almost…” she moans, her words dissolving into incoherent gasps.

I increase the pace of my tongue’s flicking, applying pressure to help her reach her peak, and as she clenches around my fingers in fluttering spasms, pulls at my hair, and her legs wrap around my face, my body tingles with primal satisfaction.

“Fuck, making you come on my face and scream my name has become my new favorite hobby,” I groan as I lift my head, my voice gravelly.

“More than Taekwondo?” she pants, still trying to catch her breath.

“In fights, people screamed my name…” I laugh. “That’s heady for different reasons. No doubt you surpass them.” I smirk up at her.

She pulls me into a kiss, deep and caressing. Our tongues tangle, tasting her essence on my lips. Her hands are already busy undoing my belt, and I moan as she frees my cock and wraps her fingers around it.

“Now it’s my turn,” she declares with a mischievous glint in her eye. She pushes me onto the limousine seat until I’m sprawled back against the leather and takes the tip into her mouth. Her plush lips wrap around me, slick and scorching hot.

“Fuck!” I grunt, my head falling back at the exquisite sensation.

Her tongue swirls around the head, caressing the ridge and fluttering along the sensitive underside. As she adds suction, her cheeks hollowing, I throw my head back.

“Fuck, Sloane. What you—oh, fuck. You’re so beautiful when you take my cock,” I rasp, my hands fisting in her silky hair.

She applies pressure with her fingers, stroking up and down my shaft, a fluttering finger travels along my length, then harder. She presses and releases, finding a rhythm that has me seeing stars, driving me out of my mind.

Pleasure coils tighter and tighter at the base of my spine. My moans intensify, and my vision blurs as I teeter on the razor’s edge.

“I’m close, Sloane,” I warn through gritted teeth. My spine tingles, and as she sends her hand to my balls, fondling and tugging, I explode in her mouth, my release hitting the back of her throat, my muscles trembling as I release my load in hot spurts.

She swallows it all like the goddess she is and runs a finger along her lips, catching an errant drop.

I close my eyes in blissed-out wonder. I must have died yesterday because this can’t be real. Nothing this good could possibly exist.

I open them again, and she’s still in front of me, still smiling that sexy little smile. “I’ve reached paradise, right? Am I dead?” I rasp, only half-joking.

“I hope not.” Her eyes twinkle.

“Good. It’ll be hard to compete with this moment. Just saying,” I drawl, a satisfied grin tugging at my mouth.

“Wait. We’re not done yet.” She rises and sits on me, grinding against me. Slick, scorching heat slides along my still-sensitive flesh.

“I think we both finished.” I tilt my head.

She kisses me in response, her lips moving over mine with searing intensity, her pelvis moving against mine in a sinful dance.

“You told me you couldn’t come twice.” I chuckle against her mouth.

“Well, you shouldn’t have taught me I could. Now you’ll bear the consequences.” She continues to gyrate her hips on me, and I harden again.

“I’m ready to bear the consequences every day and every hour,” I vow, my hands gripping her hips to guide her teasing motions.

She rises on her knees, grasps me, and guides me inside her tight, wet heat. We both groan in unison as she sinks down on my thick length, taking me to the hilt.