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  After the attorney left, Macy stood with her arms folded, the stance clearly one of defiance. Logan thought of allowing her to stand there, waiting. If she thought she could win at this obvious play for power, she was soon going to learn her lesson. The first of many. He’d gone easy on her the weekend they’d been together. Except for the last time they’d had sex. He’d taken her ass because he’d been determined to show her he was in control. That she was there simply for his pleasure.

  To put it crudely, it had been one of the best fucks of his life.

  He hid his grin. She still hadn’t moved. He wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if she started to tap her toe, waiting for him to speak. The pose bunched her breasts, deepening her cleavage. She wore a simple white blouse which buttoned all the way down. She’d left the top ones undone and it gave Logan a tantalizing view of the flesh he’d held in his hands. And kissed. And licked. And suckled.

  It was time to show Macy Trent just who was in charge. He was somewhat surprised that she had signed the contract. It not only listed some very demanding sexual conditions, but also an allowance for her sister, and a payment for her services rendered. It also stated that Macy would no longer have a job at Quinn Enterprises at the end of the thirty day period. For some reason her agreeing to that upset him, even though he admitted to himself that he’d never be able to treat her with the same friendly detachment as he had past submissives. He couldn’t see himself watching Macy go on with her life after their relationship was over. It was better to end their affiliation altogether.

  He’d included the allowance for her sister because he didn’t want Macy to suffer from her decision to be with him. What she earned as a result of keeping her part of the contract, would be hers. There would be no need for her to have to use those earnings to help her sister with school. To ensure that, he’d also went through with setting up the scholarship. Macy may be stubborn enough not to accept his help directly, but he knew she’d swallow her pride if it would help her family.

  Swallow. Damn, he couldn’t wait to get her on her knees again.

  But first things first.

  He advanced toward her slowly, hiding his smile as her body tensed in anticipation.

  “Open your mouth.” Fire shone in her pretty brown eyes, but she obeyed. When she parted her sweet, luscious lips, he lowered his head and took her mouth with his. His tongue slid past her lips to tangle in an erotic dance with hers. It had been so long since he’d had a taste of her. He usually didn’t indulge too much in the intimate act of kissing with his women, but Macy’s taste was like a drug. He needed it. He needed her.

  “Harder, Logan” She gave a command of her own as her hands curled into his hair, biting into his nape as she pulled him closer. “Harder.”

  He broke away from her hold, his breathing harsh. “I give the commands in this relationship, Miss Trent.”

  “Do we have a relationship?” she asked pertly, apparently buoyed by the barely leased passion in his kiss.

  “Yes,” he bit out, trusting she would believe he was referring to the dom/sub relationship set out in the contract she’d just signed. He only wished he could make himself believe it that easily.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her closer, forcing her to shift her stance as he inserted one long leg between hers. Her skirt bunched up, baring her legs as she straddled him. Cupping her waist in his hands, he moved her, up and down, rubbing her center over the hardness of his thigh.

  Macy gasped at the electric sensation—so familiar yet even more intense than before. Rising up on the tips of her sedate pumps, she clamped her thighs around his muscular leg, squeezing tightly as she rode him. She was going to come, just from doing this. How could he affect her so easily? It was like eating but never getting full. Every time he took her, she found fulfillment, yet within minutes she wanted him again, her craving even more intense.

  “Come on, baby. Let me help you.”

  His fingers tightened painfully as he braced himself, moving her forcefully against the upper thrust of his hard thigh. Her clit throbbed and she sobbed his name as he pushed upward, grinding the tiny nub into his hardness. Within seconds her juices had bled through the thin layers of their clothing, wetting his skin.

  Logan moved insistently and Macy obeyed each silent command. His dick was fully engorged, aching, and the woman in his arms panted for breath. He felt as if his heart was about to explode inside his chest. He’d deliberately stayed away from her last week, sending her home, and it had been seven days of pure torment. Now, he was so aroused he knew he’d go off like a shot as soon as her smooth, tight walls closed around him.

  He crushed her mouth under his again, the force of it bending her head into his shoulder. Thank God she’d already discarded her baggy jacket and he had access to the curves covering her upper body. His steely fingers bit into the sides of her hips as he moved her skirt up and out of the way. She still wore the same unflattering suits but now he knew what lay beneath. He’d soon have her dressed in silk and satin.

  “Damn it to hell, Macy.” He sucked air through his mouth as he moved the hem of her skirt to her waist. She was wearing the black thong she’d worn in Japan. The one that had almost had him purchasing a room in the club for the rest of the night so he could put Macy through a sexual scenario she couldn’t even begin to image. Only the thought that a contract hadn’t been signed between them had kept him from acting.

  He thrust her away from him, his breathing rapid. “Bend over the desk.”

  He knew his voice was rough and he sounded slightly out of control. And he was. No other woman had ever made him feel so…involved. So needy. One part of him hated the feeling and wanted nothing more than to exorcise her from his system as hard and fast as he could. The other part, the part that had slowly begun to surface since he’d met Macy, wanted to hold on to every minute and see what would happen next. What could happen next.

  She braced herself by leaning her elbows against the wooden surface of his desk. The position thrust her ass in the air, her non-descript brown skirt pulled tight across her plump buttocks. Logan took a moment to enjoy the view before pushing the dull material up, revealing her bare ass to his hot gaze. He fumbled impatiently with his zipper, unable to get himself out of his pants fast enough. The thin strip of the thong was barely visible between the pale globes of her full behind. Pulling the thin strip of wet material to her knees, he nudged her legs far enough apart to hold the scrap of silk in place. God, there was nothing sexier than a woman bent over with her panties around her knees. He wanted to lean over and taste her, stroke his tongue up her hot center. But not yet. There was something else he needed even more.

  His body was demanding satisfaction now, his cock hard with urgent need. He held her still with a hand flat against her lower spine.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Trent.” He pressed against her, letting her feel his need. He leaned over her, his soft breath tickling her ear. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. But you will not come, do you understand? This time is for me. Only me.”

  “Logan, I can’t…”

  His hand landed with a loud smack against her left check. “You will obey, Miss Trent.” He rubbed the tender flesh lightly, relishing the tremble of her body under his touch.

  He couldn’t wait any longer. Removing a condom from his pocket, he pushed his slacks down. For one brief second he considered not wearing it. She was on birth control and the feel of her surrounding him with nothing between them was a tremendous temptation. One he’d never been faced with before. But the taboo aspect of unprotected sex was too ingrained in him and he made quick work of fitting the condom to his hardness.

  There was no need to stroke himself to readiness. He’d been hard for a week. He’d jerked off again and again. He could have availed himself of some of the most beautiful women Japan had to offer—geishas trained in the art of pleasure and pain. But the thought of being with anyone but Macy had filled him with distaste. This cur
vy little minx had gotten under his skin in a bad way. And he could not allow that to continue. The only thing he could do was to fuck her out of his system. Which he planned to do. Starting now.

  Parting her nether lips, he found her core with his thumbs, opening her to his possession. She was wet and ready, thrusting against his hand as she panted with need. He pushed the mushroom head of his cock into the glistening slit and she whimpered as he eased inside her hot canal. Working himself into her slowly, he felt her body stretching to accommodate him. Sweat trickled from his face as he fought for a control that was precarious at best. Their time together had not accustomed her to his size. “That’s it, Macy. What a girl good you are, taking me so well.”

  With a final thrust, he gave her his full length. A shudder racked his frame as he felt the tight walls of her pussy pulsating around him. Bending forward, he traced light kisses up her spine as he placed his hands on either side of her body, caging her in. “Are you ready, Miss Trent,” he whispered against her ear, his voice unsteady as he fought for his own control. He was going to keep his promise to fuck her hard and fast.

  They both needed it. He needed to fuck away his anger and she damn well needed to learn how to obey rather than simply giving lip service to his demands. She would pay for those moments of fear she’d given him when she’d failed to show for work on time. He rammed his hips forward, burying himself deeper still. Without giving her time to adjust, he began to move, thrusting furiously into her slickened center, relishing her small whimpers of pain. When the force of his thrusts caused her to lose her balance, he anchored her in place with a hand on her hip, pressing her harder against the desk. Over and over again he slammed into her. He didn’t try to temper his movements. This was meant to be rough. Meant to be dominating. The wave of his release came quickly and he didn’t fight it. He let the orgasm wash over him, seizing his balls, emptying his cock. He rammed into her one last time and stilled, collapsing on top of her, his breathing harsh.

  Beneath him her back rose and fell rapidly.

  He gathered her hair in his hand and turned her face to the side, seeking her mouth. He kissed her long and hard. Once he could trust himself to speak normally, he praised her. “Good girl, Macy. You didn’t come.”

  He levered himself away from her and pulled out of her body, groaning as he did. He had come, he had emptied himself inside her, but his dick was still hard. He wanted to turn her around and take her again.

  But he couldn’t allow her an opportunity to thwart his last command.

  He took care of himself then used his handkerchief to wipe her clean before pulling her panties back in place. He smoothed her skirt down then lifted her from the desk. Her body was limp, as pliable as a piece of spaghetti. He wanted to laugh out loud, a sensation that was becoming all too familiar when he was in Macy’s presence.

  “Do you think you’ll be able to finish the day?” She looked like she needed a nap. He on the other hand felt ready to go another two or three rounds.

  “Maybe.” She snuggled against his shoulder. It was an intimacy he shouldn’t allow, but he did. He liked the way she felt against him.

  After a few moments, Logan eased Macy away from his chest and straightened his tie. Other than the satisfied lift of his full lips, he looked perfectly composed. And controlled.

  Macy sighed. Always controlled.

  Was she destined to crave this unemotional man? To constantly allow her heart and the love she had to give be beaten down by the carnal needs of her flesh?

  Apparently so or she wouldn’t have given herself so freely. Again.

  She could only hope that if she played her part, they would both gain more from their time together than the simple satisfaction of a few fantastic fucks.

  “What would you like me to do now, sir?”

  One elegant brow rose at her obedient manner.

  Macy bit her tongue, holding back the smile that threatened to stretch her lips. The man had no clue what was in store for him. She could be wickedly obedient.

  He picked up his jacket where he’d dropped it and retrieved a velvet box from his pocket. For a brief moment Macy’s heart kicked up with excitement, until she realized it was too big for a ring box.

  Right, Macy, she scolded herself, like Logan Quinn would ever contemplate marriage—let alone marriage to a chubby little nobody like you. He wanted sex. With her. For now. She had to be content with that.

  For now.

  “In one hour I want you to go the bathroom and place these inside you.”

  “Inside me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where?”

  He leaned down and kissed her cheek, surprising her with the gesture. That was twice now. The kiss on the palm of her hand and now this. They were almost lover-like in affection. The sweetness of the moment was immediately replaced with a flame of heat when he bit her earlobe and whispered, “Wherever you want to be fucked tonight, Miss Trent. Lady’s choice.”

  CHAPTER THREEThe car was waiting for her when she went to the garage after work. Logan had left in the early afternoon for a meeting. Even though the Osaka deal had probably earned him hundreds of thousands of dollars, he’d already moved on to his next project. Just like he’d move on to his next woman when he was through with her. Her fingers tightened on the strap of her purse. She hadn’t expected their month together to start so soon. She thought she’d have more time to prepare. Could she do this to herself again?

  “Good evening, Miss.”

  Macy barely prevented herself from grimacing at the chauffer’s cheery greeting. The last time she had seen the man she’d been crying. And he’d been driving her away like the fallen woman she’d become. She straightened her spine. He knew nothing about the contract between herself and Logan. As far as he was concerned, she was simply another woman in Logan’s long line of women.

  Yeah, that put a better spin on things.

  “Hello, Jim,” she responded quietly.

  Nothing else was said on the drive to the apartment. She wondered briefly how long she would be expected to stay tonight. The contract hadn’t stated, nor had he said anything about her moving in with him for the thirty days. Would he simply have sex with her tonight then order her to go home immediately afterward? Her world was far different from Logan’s. And Logan was a far cry from any man she’d ever known. He was handsome, successful, rich as Midas, and so in control of himself and everything in his upper-crust world. His emotions were buried deep within, covered over with layers of restraint and self-discipline.

  So different from her.

  Her emotions simmered all day long, barely contained beneath the surface, ready to explode at any moment. Into joy, love, anger…desire. She shifted on the seat, enjoying the feel of the stainless steel balls inside her. She’d followed Logan’s last command.

  The car arrived at Logan’s apartment building and Jim pulled into the underground parking lot right next to the elevator that would take her to his penthouse. Macy’s pulse sped up as the force of her action hit her. When he’d dismissed her so cruelly after their weekend together, she’d been sure she would never give in to anything like this again. But she hadn’t thought Logan would want her a second time either. The realization that she loved the man had been made long ago. The question that she could not answer was how could she give herself to him without the assurance of any emotional bond in return? Did she love him so much that she would play the wanton for him as long as he wanted? Yes, because she wanted him in a way that she’d never wanted anyone else.

  Was she a fallen woman?

  Not if she had anything to do about it.

  “Thank you, Jim.” Macy smiled up at him as he helped her out of the car.

  “My pleasure, Miss.” He tipped his hat then climbed back behind the wheel, turning the big car expertly. The elevator doors opened noiselessly and Macy smiled at the security guard inside. No doubt ordered to escort her to the top. He nodded politely but remained silent as he pushed the button that would
whisk them to the top floor of the impressively modern building.

  The apartment appeared to be empty when he let her inside. She closed the door behind her, hearing the click of the lock as it engaged.

  No turning back now, Macy girl.

  She walked into the living room. It looked the same as before—sterile, empty, and cold. She ran her hand along the back of the leather couch as she walked further into the room. Well, she smiled, remembering Logan groaning as he came inside her mouth, maybe not always so cold.

  She heard Logan speaking on the phone, the sound of his deep voice growing louder as he walked down the hallway to join her. She melted at the sight of him. He still wore his suit, but he had loosened the tie and his hair was slightly ruffled as if he’d been running his fingers through it. He looked so…normal. As if he’d been waiting for her to come home from work. Anticipating the time they would be together. She knew that wasn’t true. He’d probably been distracted while he brokered a deal. Or two. Or three. Logan never stopped. He never let himself just be.

  Even though he continued to speak on the phone, he motioned her closer, placing a finger to his lips indicating that she was to remain silent. He took the heavy weight of her breast in the palm of his hand, flicking the sensitive nipple with his thumb as he continued his conversation. If asked later, Macy knew she’d never be able to repeat the details of the exchange or even attest to what language had been spoken. She bit her lip to keep from crying out at the pleasure his touch evoked.

  He continued his conversation all the while watching her, touching her. Once he was finished, he placed his cell phone on a side table and gave her his full attention.