Definitely overestimated it, Tilly decided, and it was for this reason that she started moving back as soon as the billionaire let go of her hand. But with Logan advancing towards her at the same time, the distance only continued to shrink between them.
“I did it for you, you know,” she tried convincing him. “It’s in our contract, remember? That it’s my responsibility to prevent this marriage from making you spend time away from work—”
“Bullshit.”
“Well, okay, that’s true,” Tilly felt obliged to acknowledge, “but all’s well that ends well. Don’t you believe that?”
“No.”
He was so, so close now.
“Logan…” Her voice was pleading.
“Tilly…” His voice was mockingly pleasant.
A few more steps, and he would reach her.
So what now, Wakefield? Take it on the chin or use that one last card up your sleeve?
Tilly saw Logan start to speak, and since the idea of being on the receiving end of a non-physical tongue-lashing held no appeal…
“Um.” She lifted her blouse up before the billionaire could even get the first word out. “Wanna suck?” Logan completely forgot what he had to say.
No bra, was his first dazed thought.
Hence her big…bare…breasts.
His dark gaze swiftly swept back up, and her face was once again that irresistible mixture of innocence and sexuality.
Fuck. He was so goddamn fucked. Because one look at her naked body, and he had no fucking chance.
Tilly’s squeal of surprise at the billionaire suddenly lifting her up in his arms turned into a breathless little moan as he backed her against the wall. Oh my. His fingers were impatient and almost rough as he pushed her skirt up to her waist while hers moved with clumsy haste as she helped get his long, thick, hard cock out of the tight confines of his pants.
A now-familiar tearing sound played in the air – RIP, Panties #2 – and then he was thrusting into her.
“Logan!”
He didn’t answer, his dark, burning gaze simply locking with hers as he started pumping into her, hard, deep, and fast.
“Oh God.” It was too good. “Logan. God. Logan.” Every syllable now tumbled out in heaving pants. “So good.” And when her breasts started aching, she cupped them without thinking, and the billionaire immediately dipped his head to take one nipple inside his mouth.
He deliberately scraped his teeth against the sensitive pouting bud, and Tilly screamed.
The billionaire kept biting and sucking, and Tilly’s mind spun out of control.
Oh God, this felt so, so good, and she could no longer control herself.
She moaned and sobbed. She clutched his hair and clawed his back. Pushed her nipple deeper into his mouth as he pounded into her over and over.
“Logan.”
“If you want the truth…”
Tilly winced at the heaviness in his tone.
“I’m not surprised at all.”
Ouch. Was he basically saying he thought of her as manipulative or calculating?
“It is just like you to play such a joke, which is why I thought a little tit for tat right now wouldn’t be amiss.”