Page 44 of Until Tomorrow (Love Doesn’t Cure All: The Ashwood Duet #1)

Logan

“I’m coming in for an office break!” Loren’s loud voice announced his presence before I saw him.

I laughed as he entered my office. It was after hours—far after hours—and I was trying to unravel a disaster in a set of contracts.

I loved it when clients dropped bombs on me during last-minute meetings.

His handsome face was a welcome reprieve, and that big smile of his lifted the mood in the room.

“A human heist?” Loren offered.

“I believe that’s called kidnapping,” I replied.

“Kidnapping?” He frowned. “That doesn’t sound nearly as fun. That sounds like I might need a lawyer.”

I drew in a dramatic breath as I rotated slightly in my chair.

“Don’t know that I can help you there,” I teased. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m conducting a human heist,” he said.

Rounding the side of my desk, he braced his hands on the arms of my chair.

Everyone was gone, we had no cameras in the building, and there was no way someone would find out, but my heart still kicked up in my chest. But it was more than worry.

Excitement? Anticipation? “I’m here to kidnap you, Logan Ashwood.

No one should be working at ten at night. ”

“But contracts…” I gestured to the pile of paperwork on my desk.

“ Fuck contracts,” he retorted with that disarming grin of his.

We were practically nose to nose. It did things to me.

My brain fell straight to autopilot. I caught his mouth with mine, desperate to kiss him again.

To taste him again. His mouth opened instantly, his tongue stroking mine.

I moaned—or maybe he did. Who the hell knew? “Say it with me, baby… fuck contracts.”

Yeah, I liked it when he called me that.

“Fuck contracts for now,” I murmured and kissed him again.

“We’ll circle back around to that last part.

” He chuckled, and the sound shot straight to my dick.

I was solid as a rock behind my zipper. There was no denying how Loren turned me on.

Enough so that my brain didn’t have time to catch up with how it should’ve surprised me. “I’ll convince you over cookies.”

“I might need more convincing than just cookies,” I said. What exactly did more convincing mean?

“Duly noted—that is a lawyer thing to say, right?” Loren asked as he stepped back to give me room to stand.

“Sometimes,” I replied. I took a moment to organize my desk. I could handle a lot, but leaving my desk in disarray for the next day was not it. As I did, he wandered around my office.

“Have you read all these books?” His long fingers trailed over the spines of the leather books on my shelf.

“Most of them, yes,” I told him. “Some I’ve only skimmed. I like to be aware, so I keep updating them as the laws update.”

“Very cool. My office is way less classy and mobile,” he said with a laugh.

“To go to sites with you?”

“Yeah, it’s easier that way. I do keep an office at home with all the essentials and rotate out what I need for each job. So exciting, I know.”

“I don’t know,” I rounded the side of my desk to join him, “I think building something from scratch is fascinating.”

“The job, yes. The office situation, less so.”

Slipping an arm around his waist, I kissed him again because I wanted to, and because I could.

The beard, the muscle, his size. He was a blend of rough and gentle.

I craved contact with him in a way I didn’t expect.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulder to keep me close.

Fingers tangled in my hair, and his tongue sought out mine.

He moaned, and I dragged my teeth over his bottom lip.

“ You’re killing me, Smalls,” he murmured against my mouth, and I couldn’t help chuckling at the reference.

I moved with him as he took several steps toward the door, his arm locking around my waist. The door slammed shut, and my back hit the wood.

His teeth grazed my jaw and traveled down my neck.

I groaned, the contrasting sensation of his gentle kisses and rough stubble indescribably enjoyable.

He untucked my dress shirt, and his warm hands fanned over my bare skin.

The calluses on his fingers did things I couldn’t put into words, even if I wanted to.

I lost myself in the new sensations. His hips pinned mine to the door, the ridges of his hard cock thick against mine.

My body moved automatically against his, grinding and practically begging for something more.

Fuck. When did dry humping against a door start feeling so damn good?

When his palm spread over my aching dick, I groaned, and my hips thrust into his hand. It wasn’t enough. I grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged his mouth back to mine. I was hot all over—a hungry mess needing something more than just this.

“If we don’t stop,” Loren panted against my mouth, “I’m going to end up on my knees with your cock in my mouth, baby.”

“And if I don’t want to stop?” I dared to ask, breathless. I was so goddamn hard and desperate for some kind of relief. The friction of his dick grinding against mine had my nerves on fire. I wanted more with him. There wasn’t a fleeting moment of doubt about that. My mind and body were all in.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” My heart pounded wildly in my chest as he undid my belt.

He ran his tongue up my neck and nipped at my ear.

When his big hand wrapped around my cock, my knees practically buckled.

My head tipped back against the door while I gripped his forearm for dear life.

He stroked me root to tip in strong pulls, his thumb sweeping over that bundle of nerves under my crown with every pass. “ Jesus fuck .”

There were at least a dozen different worries or thoughts that should’ve gone through my brain at that moment, but I was completely lost in him. I watched as he dropped to his knees in front of me, still stroking me. He hadn’t even done anything yet, and I was ready to combust.

“Fuck, you have a pretty cock,” Loren said.

I had zero time to respond before he ran his tongue over my slit, lapping up the drops of pre-cum gathering there.

His tongue swirled around the crown of my dick before he too k me in his mouth—only a few inches at first. I threaded my fingers through his long hair as his mouth worked up and down my length.

Each time, he took me a little deeper, ramping up my frenzy with each pass. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”

My fingers tightened in his hair when my cock pressed against the back of his throat. Without hesitation, he swallowed. Fuck me, I damn near saw stars.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped. My hips rocked against his mouth of their own accord. He took it all, sucking hard and working me within an inch of my life. A strangled cry caught in the back of my throat as my balls drew up tight. I was right there.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” Loren urged. “Paint my tongue with your cum.”

Fucking hell, who talked like that? And why did I like it?

The minute he gave my balls a slight tug, I was done.

I came hard, my breath stuttering in my chest. He swallowed every last drop of cum I shot down his throat, continuing to bob up and down my cock until there was nothing left.

His tongue swirled over the head of my dick one last time, cleaning up the last drops before he stood.

I sagged against the door and blew out a long breath. My heart ran rampant in my chest, but I felt good. So damn good. He kissed me once, twice, three times as I tucked myself back in my pants and didn’t bother fixing my shirt.

“I usually wait until the end of the date for that,” he teased.

“What about you?” I asked quietly. I wasn’t sure I was ready to go there, but I also wasn’t opposed to it either—an odd realization to be sure. I didn’t want to leave him unsatisfied.

“There will be plenty of time for that in the future, baby,” Loren said. Leaning in, he kissed me chastely before asking, “So… cookie date?”