What would it be like when Seth was under her and she was riding his cock, staring into those gorgeous eyes of his?
“Georgia, look up.”
She brought her eyes up and saw what she had missed before. There was a little mirror hanging on the wall in the perfect position to be able to see herself and Logan on the desk. She stared at the erotic picture they made. Logan’s beautiful, oh-so-masculine face was hard with arousal as he stared at her. His shoulders were so broad and muscular. That tattoo on his chest made her heart soften because it was proof positive that Logan Green was crazy about her.
And she looked like a woman. Not a girl anymore. She couldn’t hold on to that youthful vision of herself. She had to be a woman now. Only a real woman would be enough for her men. A real woman would know how to love them and how to accept the love they could offer. It would be so scary, but she was ready to do it. She was ready to leave the selfishness of her youth behind. And she was ready to leave the pain behind, too. She could see now that it was a cage. It was a comfortable cage where she could deflect the rejection, but it was time to grow up now and break free from all of it.
She planted her palms on the desk and curled her lower back up, taking more of him, letting him slide inside until she could feel his balls against her flesh.
“Fuck, Georgia. You’re going to kill me.”
“Not if you kill me first, babe.” She loved the deep laugh that came out of her throat. She sounded like a confident woman, and that woman in the mirror was definitely more than she’d been before.
Logan’s mouth widened into a glorious smile. “That’s my baby. I don’t want Hurricane Georgia every day, but I like a storm from you every now and then. You never bore me. Never.”
Life with them wouldn’t be dull. She couldn’t see it just yet. They had plenty to work out. Logan worked here or in Dallas, and Seth had to go back to New York. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to be his assistant for the rest of her life. But none of that mattered now. All that mattered was Logan was here with her.
“You feel so good. You have the tightest pussy ever.” He scissored his fingers again, drawing a moan from her. God, what would it feel like when it was his cock? “You’re going to be so much tighter when Seth is in your pussy and I can really be in your ass.”
He pulled his cock out and pushed back inside, every centimeter of her pussy sensitive and wanting. How had she lived all this time without this feeling? She pushed back against him, trying to keep his cock inside. It sent his fingers deeper in her ass.
“That’s what I want from you. Fight me. It just makes it all better. Give me everything you have. I want it all,” Logan said as he wound his free hand around her waist. “I want you to scream my name when you come.”
Logan’s free hand found its way down her stomach and started to rub her clit. Tension built, making her lungs work and her heart pump. She let go, fucking back toward him, reaching for the orgasm she knew would come now. She wanted to prolong it, live in the moment forever.
It was too much. Logan pressed down on her clit while his cock stroked inside her pussy and she went off, giving Logan what he wanted. She gave him everything. She screamed for him, shouting his name and watching in the mirror as he stiffened behind her, his face contorting as he came. He shoved his cock into her one last time before pulling out and lifting her with him.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered lazily. He kissed her ear, his eyes watching the mirror. “Look at how gorgeous you are.”
Her skin was flushed, and the binder clips had come off at some point in time. She hadn’t noticed. Her nipples were red and they throbbed a little, but she loved the bite of pain. It would be a sweet ache for hours that would remind her just how well she’d been loved. She stared at that mirror and realized it had already happened. The girl she’d been was gone, and a woman was in her place.
“I love you, Logan.”
“I want you to always love me, Georgia. I can’t live without it.” He paused for a moment. “I love you, too. I just hope it’s worth something.”
How could he think that it wasn’t? It was worth the world to her.
“Logan!”
Georgia nearly screamed at the masculine shout that came from the other side of the door.
And Logan laughed. “Hey, Nate. Uh, you’re going to have to give me a few minutes, buddy. I probably ought to clean up. The good news is we didn’t use your chair at all.”
If Logan was worried about his boss catching them fucking in his office, he didn’t show it. He winked at her through the mirror as he helped her off the desk.
“Take a shower before you come back out here.” There was a moment of silence. “Logan, are you all right with being in there?”
“I am now.” Logan towered over her, a gentle smile on his face. “I think I’m going to be okay with this room now. I won’t be thinking about what happened then anymore. I’ll be thinking about ice cream. Georgia Peach–flavored ice cream.” He leaned over and took her mouth in a long, slow kiss.
“You didn’t tell me you were eating in there! Damn it. I was serious about that chair. You better not drip ice cream on it.”
Logan laughed as he led her toward the shower.
Georgia followed, her heart light.
Chapter Fifteen
Logan reached for her hand as he opened the door and led Georgia out of the bathroom. She was dressed again, and that was a complete shame. He didn’t think he would ever forget how she’d tossed her clothes off and boldly told him that she was his chocolate ice cream. She’d been everything he needed her to be in that moment. She’d been his woman.
She’d given him the strength to understand once and for all that he had to figure this out.
She was almost at the door, but he tugged on her hand and drew her back. Now that he’d given in, he couldn’t seem to stop kissing her. He’d kissed her during their long shower, crowding her in the small space and running his hands over every inch of her.
“Are you going back home?” Logan asked. Somehow his damn uniform didn’t seem so confining anymore.
She tilted her head, golden-blonde hair flowing around her shoulders. “Yes. I have a party to plan and dinner to cook.”
Apparently she’d invited most of the women of Bliss out to the cabin for a makeover party that included a metric shit ton of wine and a bunch of appetizers he wouldn’t mind trying out for himself. His girl knew how to throw a party.
“And you need to rest, girl, because I bet Seth and I will have plans for you.” He leaned down and kissed that cute little nose. God, she scared the holy crap out of him, but he couldn’t turn away. He fucking needed her.
And that meant he needed to sort his shit out. God, he was going to have to talk to them both. Seth and Georgia. He had to get it all out. He had to tell them about what happened at Hell on Wheels. And he had to talk to Jen and Stef and Holly. He had to admit what he’d done. Nearly done. Maybe the nearly part would save him.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Georgia’s hands were suddenly on his face, her eyes searching as though she could see the hurt and wanted to wipe it clean.
He shook it off. He had to find a little faith. Maybe his momma had been right. Maybe a single incident shouldn’t erase years of being loved. “Nothing, baby. I still have things to tell you, but you’re going to be okay with it, aren’t you? Even if it’s bad.”
She nodded, her eyes a little teary. “I’m going to be okay with anything you say to me as long as you don’t say good-bye.”
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a bear hug. He didn’t know why the universe had opened up and given him this woman, but he was so damn glad it had. She would make him stronger. He would never be weak the way he’d been before. Not as long as he had Georgia.