to anyone with cash back in high school, so I’m gonna disagree.” Logan smiled tightly. “Understand that invoking the safe word only ends the current scene, it doesn’t sever the contact between us. So you can stop me if you’re very uncomfortable with whatever is happening. But screaming ‘Romeo’ won’t make me disappear. Do you understand?”
That unless she wanted to let Darcy die and give up on following in her stepfather’s footsteps to make him proud, she was stuck with Logan with virtually no recourse for a week? Fine, she’d suck it up. She was the perfect bait and she wasn’t going to let her colleagues down. “Yes.”
Besides, no way in hell would she let him get the best of her ever again.
“Yes, Logan ,” he corrected. “I want to hear my name on your lips.”
She gave him a long-suffering sigh. “Yes, Logan.”
“That attitude is going to get your ass spanked a lot. I’d think carefully, if I were you.”
“But you’re not me, Logan .”
He gritted his teeth. “True, and we’ll get back to your attitude. Right now, I’d like to apologize for losing control of the situation yesterday and pushing you so hard and so quickly.”
That set her back. Was he trying to get under her guard to seduce her again? Did that explain why he suddenly wanted to discuss their past? Logan looked sincere . . . but he’d only apologized for pushing her, not for kissing her in the first place.
“Assuming you actually mean that and given that we’re going to be working together, I have a condition: Don’t kiss me again. You’re supposed to be mentally preparing me to submit for a mission, not seducing me.”
A faint smile curled up the edges of his mouth, but he wasn’t amused. “Mental preparation is at the top of my agenda, but that’s going to involve touching you in about every way possible. You don’t get to give me any parameters. So if you’d like to stop arguing and get down to work so you can save Agent Miles, I suggest you strip.”
God, she hated that command. It made her vulnerable to him, which was precisely why he was so fond of it. But it turned him on, too. She’d use that to her advantage if he pressed her again.
“If I have to repeat the command again, it won’t be pretty.” Logan crossed his arms over his chest, waiting.
Tara tried not to grit her teeth. Once undercover, she might be given to a Dom who would insist on her nudity twenty-four/seven. She had to ditch her inhibitions and the discomfort of having her less-than-perfect body scrutinized. And she had to stop interacting with Logan on a personal level. He was her trainer. He wanted her naked. She needed to comply.
“Should I fold my garments and lay them at your feet?” Even saying the words burned through her anger and began a dangerous pulse of hunger in her belly.
His blue eyes darkened. “Yes.”
Without another word, she stepped out of her clothes, one garment at a time, then neatly folded each into a little pile, which she set before him. Once done, she stood, waiting, cool air brushing over her nipples, making them tight. They throbbed. Logan sent her a hot stare that nearly made her toes curl.
Damn it, why did he still get to her? She had to overcome this arousal. Her body and feelings weren’t important, just the mission.
Easy to think, but hard to remember when Logan stepped so close she felt heat pouring off his hard, substantial body. He lifted a finger to her, its tip settling between her breasts, and brushed a soft, tantalizing line directly down her abdomen slowly, pausing just above the mound of her sex. He waited there, unmoving. Incredibly, his light touch made her pussy clench with emptiness. Blood rushed between her thighs, moisture pooled, coating her folds, though he’d barely touched her.
Finally, his finger descended again. He smiled as it drifted through her damp red curls to nestle against her hard clit, which swelled under his touch.
His smile only widened. “Good,
That unless she wanted to let Darcy die and give up on following in her stepfather’s footsteps to make him proud, she was stuck with Logan with virtually no recourse for a week? Fine, she’d suck it up. She was the perfect bait and she wasn’t going to let her colleagues down. “Yes.”
Besides, no way in hell would she let him get the best of her ever again.
“Yes, Logan ,” he corrected. “I want to hear my name on your lips.”
She gave him a long-suffering sigh. “Yes, Logan.”
“That attitude is going to get your ass spanked a lot. I’d think carefully, if I were you.”
“But you’re not me, Logan .”
He gritted his teeth. “True, and we’ll get back to your attitude. Right now, I’d like to apologize for losing control of the situation yesterday and pushing you so hard and so quickly.”
That set her back. Was he trying to get under her guard to seduce her again? Did that explain why he suddenly wanted to discuss their past? Logan looked sincere . . . but he’d only apologized for pushing her, not for kissing her in the first place.
“Assuming you actually mean that and given that we’re going to be working together, I have a condition: Don’t kiss me again. You’re supposed to be mentally preparing me to submit for a mission, not seducing me.”
A faint smile curled up the edges of his mouth, but he wasn’t amused. “Mental preparation is at the top of my agenda, but that’s going to involve touching you in about every way possible. You don’t get to give me any parameters. So if you’d like to stop arguing and get down to work so you can save Agent Miles, I suggest you strip.”
God, she hated that command. It made her vulnerable to him, which was precisely why he was so fond of it. But it turned him on, too. She’d use that to her advantage if he pressed her again.
“If I have to repeat the command again, it won’t be pretty.” Logan crossed his arms over his chest, waiting.
Tara tried not to grit her teeth. Once undercover, she might be given to a Dom who would insist on her nudity twenty-four/seven. She had to ditch her inhibitions and the discomfort of having her less-than-perfect body scrutinized. And she had to stop interacting with Logan on a personal level. He was her trainer. He wanted her naked. She needed to comply.
“Should I fold my garments and lay them at your feet?” Even saying the words burned through her anger and began a dangerous pulse of hunger in her belly.
His blue eyes darkened. “Yes.”
Without another word, she stepped out of her clothes, one garment at a time, then neatly folded each into a little pile, which she set before him. Once done, she stood, waiting, cool air brushing over her nipples, making them tight. They throbbed. Logan sent her a hot stare that nearly made her toes curl.
Damn it, why did he still get to her? She had to overcome this arousal. Her body and feelings weren’t important, just the mission.
Easy to think, but hard to remember when Logan stepped so close she felt heat pouring off his hard, substantial body. He lifted a finger to her, its tip settling between her breasts, and brushed a soft, tantalizing line directly down her abdomen slowly, pausing just above the mound of her sex. He waited there, unmoving. Incredibly, his light touch made her pussy clench with emptiness. Blood rushed between her thighs, moisture pooled, coating her folds, though he’d barely touched her.
Finally, his finger descended again. He smiled as it drifted through her damp red curls to nestle against her hard clit, which swelled under his touch.
His smile only widened. “Good,
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