Logan had the feeling Sam was still more interested in a threesome. He knew he definitely was.
“Fuck me,” she said on a breathless moan, her eyes transfixed on their visitor. “Fuck me hard, Logan.”
“You like being watched?” Elijah asked, and Logan noticed Sam’s eyes flare with what was unquestionably heat. His wife did like an audience. More importantly, she liked the concept of a threesome.
“Yes,” she responded, the single word punctuated by Logan’s thrust.
“Then I’ll watch,” Elijah confirmed, his hands in his pockets as he stood casually by.
Logan could no longer wait. Elijah’s presence, his eyes on Sam’s gloriously naked body, while she was being fucked, was more than he could stand.
“Look at me, Sam,” Logan ordered.
Her eyes moved to his quickly, a radiant smile breaking out on her face.
“Hard and fast.” It wasn’t a question, but he said the words anyway.
“Yes, please.”
“When you come, I want to hear my name on your lips,” he told her, his voice steady as he increased the pace of his thrusts.
It could’ve been a minute, it could’ve been ten, hell, Logan had no idea but when Sam screamed his name, her pussy gripping him like a velvet fist, Logan lost all control. He slammed into her once, twice, three more times before he came violently, his thighs trembling from the intensity.
Logan made quick work of cleaning himself up, tucking his spent cock back into his slacks and then tending to Sam gently. After helping her out of the swing, and assisting her back into her dress, Logan turned around to introduce Sam to…
No one.
Elijah was gone.
Chapter One
The next day…
Elijah Penn hit the end button on his cell phone and then clutched it in his hand as he slipped into his Acura RLX waiting patiently for him in the downtown Dallas parking garage of Virtual Impact, Inc.
He’d just finished a conference call with one of the sales managers in VI’s Singapore office and had managed to sneak out of the building before another fire could erupt. Considering it was early Tuesday morning across the globe, he knew if he were to stick around much longer, the likelihood of someone demanding his attention in the very near future grew exponentially.
Elijah dropped his phone into the cup holder and then started the car, buckling his seatbelt as he stared out into the darkness of the parking garage. Shit. As with most days that he left the office – when he was actually in the office – it was already dark outside and that did little to improve his mood.
He was feeling a little burned out and the sad thing was that it was only Monday. After a solid twelve hours in the office, he was finally leaving, the conference call tying up the last of the pressing issues he’d encountered upon his arrival that morning. The day had seemed never-ending.
It didn’t help that he’d spent most of the past weekend in their newly constructed offices in Florida, assisting their director of sales with getting things set up. While he’d been doing that, another weekend had come and gone.
Of course, working twenty-four/seven was his fault entirely. His life now revolved around work. And there was no one to blame but himself.
Rather than head home when his plane had returned him safely back to Texas yesterday afternoon, Elijah had made the mistake of going into the office. After spending several hours on the phone – on a Sunday – Elijah had finally had enough. His overdue bout with frustration had led him to Devotion and ultimately to meeting – although not officially – Samantha McCoy.
Fuck. The memory of what he’d seen last night jolted him, at once reviving his mood.
After the day he’d just had, part of him wanted to head home and call it a night. The other part of him was interested in something else entirely.
Then again, he wasn’t up to being alone at the moment.
Not tonight.
Rather than dwell on going home to a cold, lonely house, he opted to look on the bright side. It wasn’t an easy task for him, but he’d been attempting to do just that for the last few years.
The first positive: he should’ve been on another airplane, several hours into a twenty-hour flight, but luckily, the spur of the moment trip that would’ve taken him out of the country that morning had been cancelled at the last minute.
Being that he was a senior director for the global sales division of Virtual Impact, Inc., an industry leader in storage and server virtualization, Elijah was used to odd hours, impromptu trips out of the country, and yes, plenty of high drama.
For whatever reason, he had been granted a reprieve. At least for today. Which meant tonight, he was looking to go off the grid for a few hours. And yes, he had a place in mind.