She felt sick with jealousy. And latent desire. But she wasn’t doing it to herself. She was staying far, far away from him now. She could never compete.
Suddenly a loud moan was cut off part-way through. The room fell silent.
Was the clip buffering? Her blood turned to ice.
Please let the clip be buffering.
But she peeked through her fingers in time to see a large, male hand lifting away from the mouse.
Oh dear heaven, Logan was here? She’d been so caught up listening to those women she hadn’t heard him come home. And she hadn’t seen him arrive because she’d plastered her hands to her eyes.
Min screwed her eyes shut tight again and kept her hands over them.
He’d caught her watching his sex clip. Could she die please, right now? Because this mortification was too horrible. She burned.
Hot and cold and miserable she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.
“Not that entertaining is it?” he said shortly.
She’d never been so embarrassed in her life. And she certainly couldn’t speak. For once it wasn’t her fear of stuttering holding her back. It was that she didn’t know what to say. Did she begin with an apology? She really owed him an apology.
“I keep hoping it’ll self-destruct in ten seconds.” He wryly added. “Needless to say, it never does. Now its up there for all eternity.”
These days it was the woman who got all the ‘good’ press from the sex tape. Catapulting her into celeb-dom. But it had backfired on these two beauties. Because all the talk had been about Logan. And she knew why. He was good-looking. Clearly an amazing lover. And his body? She’d never seen one like it. Not too built—but muscular, lean, strong. And the sheer stamina? The self-control? The co-ordination?
What with the trust fund and mega bucks added to that, he could have any woman he wanted anytime. And no doubt he did.
Slowly Min turned on his office chair and faced him. She kept her frozen hands on her frying up cheeks and looked at him.
Holy crapola. He didn’t look dissimilar from the video now. He must have run home from the waterpolo game because he was in shorts and sneakers—and nothing else. Why the hell was he bare chested?
And despite the snow and cold outside, sweat cast a sheen over his skin.
“Oscar worthy orgasms, weren’t they?” he said.
“You think they were acting?” Min was stunned.
He laughed but it sounded bitter. “I think a lot of it was for the show.”
“You staged it?”
“No,” he growled. “Their reactions. They were just playing up for their own little camera collection.”
“Are you saying you feel insecure about your p-performance?” she gaped.
“I know they had a good time.” He angled his head, lancing her with his iced-up gaze. “Did you have a good time watching it?”
Min opened her mouth and closed it again. She didn’t know how to answer that.
“Does watching it make you want me?” he asked roughly. “You wouldn’t be the first. I’ve had plenty of offers since that went online.”
She bet he had. And she couldn’t blame him for challenging her now. Her heart thudded like a machine gun firing.
“I’m s-s-s-sorry,” she muttered in a low voice.
His gaze didn’t waver from hers and she couldn’t look away from him.
Heat washed over her again. Not mortification this time. The thing was she did want him. She was hot and wet. She’d never watched a porn clip in her life until this moment. Real people having real sex. Logan. And even though she’d hated it, she’d wanted it to be her he was touching.
“So am I,” he said roughly. “I don’t want to be someone’s trophy.”
His answer surprised her. And forced her into absolute honesty. She closed her eyes. “I thought it would put me off you,” she whispered. “I thought I wouldn’t want you anymore if I watched it.”
She swallowed. Waiting for his no doubt frigid reply. Hating herself for being such a damn bitch.
Logan was furious. He’d heard the horribly familiar soundtrack as soon as he’d closed the front door. He’d been hot and wet from running back from Roc’s hotel in the light rain. He’d stripped off his sodden tee and swiftly stepped into the office, ready to roar.
Only he’d seen her flushed and hiding her face. His anger eased as he took in her embarrassment.
And now? With what she’d just admitted? The undeniable heat in her eyes?
All he wanted right now was to see her submit to it—this tension between them. See her cave, see that edge in her eyes soften to sensual gratitude.
Yeah, he wanted to get his hands on her. Wanted to unravel her hair and wrap it around his wrists and tug so she was close and couldn’t escape. He wanted to drive deep into her over and over until she couldn’t speak, couldn’t see through the passion glazing her eyes, couldn’t remember anything of what she’d seen in the last five minutes. He wanted to kiss her so much her mouth would be left swollen for hours.
Damn it, he just wanted to fuck her harder than she’d ever been fucked in her life. Make her come and come and come. Scream so hard and so good she’d never, ever forget it.
Never have better.
Oh yeah, he was an arrogant bastard.
“So it didn’t work out that way for you?” Satisfaction poured through his body.
For this one moment he was glad of the stupid sex clip. The effect it had on Min?
He dropped to his knees. Her eyes widened, the color in her cheeks deepened. Without another word he put his hands on her knees. He didn’t take his eyes from hers as he pressed his palms firmly on her skin.
“You w-wouldn’t,” she gasped. Then clamped her mouth shut.
“One word from you and I won’t.”
He waited, looking up at her. But she was silent.
So he spoke again. “Another word from you and I will. All the way.”
He felt the tremor run through her. But she was still silent.
His own body burned. “No word at all, and I’ll go only so far.”
How far?
He saw the question in her eyes. Damn provocative woman wanted to have her cake and eat it too? Wanted him but didn’t want to admit it? He was so making her beg.
Now.
He barely had to push and her knees parted.
Willing.
Pleasure washed over him in such a powerful wave he almost felt dizzy. Her legs weren’t the only things to have parted. Her lips had too. But no sound emerged. No denial. No rejection. But no plea either.
He saw the pink tip of her tongue quickly slide over her lower lip. Then she closed her mouth again. Her green gaze was glued to his.
“I’m not going to kiss you,” he said. “I’m going to lick you.” He leaned in closer. “I’m going to suck you off.”
But not quite how she expected. And he was sure he’d soon be doing everything.
Her lashes fluttered as her gaze skittered down him. She quivered. That close, huh?
His skin burned as if she was touching it with her fingertips, or her tongue. But it was only that heated, intense focus.
It was obvious she liked what she saw.
His skin tightened as his muscles bunched, energy—need—surged in his veins.
It had been so long. But he wasn’t racing this. He wasn’t screwing it up. This was still a game. A long, slow, delicious one.
He grasped the hem of her long black skirt in his fists, bunching the material, slowly pushing it higher, exposing the smooth skin of her beautiful, long shapely legs.
She wasn’t lily white, not tanned either. She was more a rich creamy color. Want twisted his gut and he had to remember to breathe. He wanted a taste so badly.
But he wasn’t playing this the way she expected. He wasn’t giving her everything she wanted. Not yet.
He gathered the skirt into a bunch, pushing it to sit in a swathe at the very top of her thighs. So her legs were bared, par
ted. His cock jerked as he looked at the strip of white material covering her sex.
Down boy.