Page 49 of Chase
The rest of my shift is packed with customers from a wedding that came in earlier today. I work hard, bouncing back and forth between tables in the lounge and the main bar.
Luckily Julian’s friend picks him up in a cab after our shift.
I hang outside for a minute after saying goodbye to him, getting that zinging feeling that I used to get a lot more often.
Then I go back in through the Bellwood lobby and take the elevator to the top.
I’m so pent up that when Logan opens his front door, I don’t wait for him to even say hello before I shove him up against the wall in the entryway.
The door swings shut behind us.
Logan doesn’t even question my forcefulness.
He looks me in the eye, his gaze almost looking relieved. He seems a little tired, judging by the faint dark circle beneath each eye.
His cheekbones are so fucking beautiful. Even better than I remembered. I keep glancing at his ruddy lips, and his skin shines faintly in the low light of the entryway.
His lashes flick up and down a couple of times before he finally speaks.
“Hi,” he says, his voice low.
I swallow. “Hi.”
I’m shocked by the anger that sparks through me as I keep him pressed up against the wall.
Not anger at him.
Solely at myself.
Logan’s been letting me into his life, bit by bit, and it’s too easy for me to get… fixated.
Even though he’s given me all of the power when we’re together,he had too much power over me while we were apart.
I’m tired of my mind questioning what the hell I’m doing.
I need all the thoughts tostop.
I cup his cock through his pants, giving it a squeeze. He’s in a soft white long-sleeve shirt and grey sweatpants, and somehow he manages to look evenbetterthan he does in his designer shit. Breathing in his scent is driving me wild. It’s mixed with something else, tonight. Something fresh.
“Did you just eat something delicious?” I ask.
“I cut up some watermelon,” he says. “Want some?”
“Would you feed it to me?”
He exhales, briefly narrowing his eyes at me before he relents. “Yes. I would. If that’s what you wanted.”
I bite my lower lip, letting it go slowly. “Yeah. Later.”
I pin him with my hips this time, grinding on him a little as the entire front of my body pushes up against his. I pull in a long breath, my eyes dancing over his face, squeezing my palm on his cock until I start to feel him harden under my hand.
He thought of me, when he came.
I feel like someone’s pulling at my mind like it’s taffy. I’m starting to get so turned on when I’m around him it’s like I’m coming down with something.
“Want you to do something for me,” I say in a low tone.
He swallows, nodding for me. “Yes?”
