Page 134 of When He Plays

He kept licking her.

“No…no fair,” she moaned. “I haven’t gotten to taste…you.” Something she wanted very, very badly.

He froze.

Pulled away.

She missed his mouth. Oh, how she missed it, but she was going to grab this opportunity. Charlotte rose. Slid off the desk. Dropped to her knees on the carpet before him.

“No, baby, your stitches⁠—”

“They are fine.” She barely felt them. Her attention was elsewhere. Oh, yes, very much elsewhere. Licking her lips, she reached up for his belt. Unhooked it. Unbuttoned his pants. Eased down the zipper. Pushed the fabric aside. Charlotte hauled the boxers out of her way. His dick bobbed toward her, and she leaned closer to him. Her breath blew lightly over his gorgeous cock.

“Charlotte.”

She opened her mouth, and she took him inside. So big. So hard. She only had the head in her mouth, but she sucked it eagerly. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and she pulled him in deeper.

“Yep, bad idea. So bad.” He lifted her up. Carefully. Paying particular attention to her thigh and the stitches. Logan put her on the desk again. Eased her legs apart and lodged his dick at the entrance to her body. “Can’t get you pregnant if I’m coming in your mouth.”

“Logan?”

His hands slapped down on the desk, one on each side of her body. “You said you wanted kids.” Gritted words. “Got to fuck you, bare, to get them.”

Bare.

“You want me, baby? You ready for me? For this?”

Her nails sank into his shoulders “Yes.”

He slammed into her. She cried out his name. He took her hard and deep, and his mouth was on her neck again. Licking. Sucking. Kissing.

One hand moved between their bodies. He stroked her clit even as his hips pistoned against her. As he fucked her on his desk.

No, as he made love to me on his desk.

She came with a shriek. No build-up. Just a pounding, body-quaking orgasm.

He kept thrusting as she rode out that wave of pleasure. Over and over. Then she felt him come inside of her. Her inner muscles clamped even tighter to him.

You ready for me?

Oh, she was. She was more than ready for Logan and the life that they would lead.

Two weeks later…

* * *

“I got a tattoo.”

Charlotte raised her brows. They were in Logan’s office again. He’d just shut the door, turned toward her very deliberately, and made that confession.

Her gaze dropped over him as she tried to figure out just where her husband had gotten his ink.

“Want to see it?” he asked.

“Uh, yes.” A thousand times, yes.

He began to slowly unbutton his crisp, white shirt. One button. Two. Three…