Auctioned By The Ceo

Hang on, what?

No, no, no, that wasn’t part of the plan. She couldn’t have fallen in love with her husband, could she?

She set the coffee machine to work while staring out of the window, desperately trying to talk herself out of this sudden and most unwelcome insight. It was useless however.

“Ah, here you are, up early, my sweet. I clearly have to work on my technique, if you have this much energy in the morning.” Logan’s strong arms came around her, and her breathing hitched when she realized he was naked and very much aroused. He nuzzled into her neck, and his warm breath raised goosebumps on her skin as he whispered in her ear.

“Morning, Mrs. Bryce, you robbed me of our morning cuddles, but here will do just as well.” He dropped his voice, and her traitorous body simply melted for him. She could never resist him, even less now that her heart beat only for him. He nudged her legs apart, and slowly ran his hands up her inner thighs taking the hem of her negligee with him. He groaned when he found her slick folds, and Hannah shut her eyes and gave herself up to the instant tingles his fingers created as he played her body like the craftsman he was.

More of her arousal coated his fingers, and his breathing grew harsh. Hannah, too, had a hard time pulling oxygen into her lungs as she felt the silky tip of his erection slide through her sensitive flesh. A gasp escaped her lips when he pushed into her body, claiming her in one smooth, long thrust, which filled her utterly. A hand between her shoulder blades pushed her forward, and she rose on tiptoes as he started to move. In this position he went deep, awakening nerve endings in over sensitized tissues, still swollen from their nocturnal activities. Logan wrapped his hand in her hair and tugged her head back, his mouth next to her ear, as he whispered dirty words, which shouldn’t be a turn-on, but were nonetheless.

The soft sounds of their bodies slapping together as he upped the pace added another layer of sensory overload, which meant she flew into the pleasurable abyss, at record time. Logan, too, groaned and stiffened, his head resting between her shoulder blades as he pumped his essence inside her body.

“Fuck, yes, that’s what I’m talking about.”

Hannah couldn’t help the tears from falling, as he pulled out of her, and reached across for the tissues to clean her up. His gentle ministrations did her in, and she couldn’t hide the fact she was now openly crying.

“Shit, did I hurt you?”

Logan spun her around, and the concern on his handsome face was too much.

“No. It’s nothing. I just need to…”

She pushed him away and fled to the relative sanctuary of the bathroom. Not that it lasted long, because Logan followed her, and the door fair shook under his fist pounding against it.

“Damn it, woman, let me in. What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, please, just go. I’ll be out in a minute.”

louder thump made her jump and fear for

“Fuck this.”

insides, and she clamped

the next few weeks, knowing that she loved him? It made her want so much more, so much that

Chapter Ten

wall. Not that the act of violence achieved anything, other than bloody his knuckles. The tower’s walls were ancient and

ever-loving fuck

and they were getting along swimmingly, she pulled this stunt on him. Logan snatched a pair of his joggers of the back of the kitchen chair and grimaced as his injured hand protested yanking them up his legs. He trotted over to the kitchen sink, turned the water on and held

him to the presence

seconds, the weight of her breast resting on his arm, as she pulled his hand out from under the water, and bent over it to examine it. He tensed when she probed his knuckles—that fucking hurt—but he made sure none of that showed in his face while he ground

nothing. Leave

at him in way that she hadn’t done since the early days of their strange relationship. While a part of him was glad to see her ire, the other, confused, wanting to make this better for her part—and what the fuck was that impulse about?—ached to hold her

him an unexpected shove that forced

“This is not nothing. Now sit your impossible ass down and let me bandage that up for you. What on earth were you thinking? Oh,

the stupidity of men in general. At least, she’d lost the haunted, fragile look she’d had earlier. The one that even now made his cock shrivel and want to hide. A novel experience around her, for sure. That part of

aid, she glanced at him, and would have left him sitting on the kitchen chair

“Logan, no.”

she tried to get off him, but she was no match for his superior strength. He trapped her legs between his, and holding both of her wrists in in his uninjured hand behind her back, he used his bandaged

go, dammit,

pain up his hand, but he was determined to get

will

tell me what all those tears were about earlier.” Another few swats on her behind stopped her struggles, and he knew the minute he got through to her, because she went limp across his lap. The sweet scent of her arousal perfumed the air between them, and he breathed a sigh of relief that he

I’m sorry, I’ll tell

delivered one last playful swat across both cheeks, and then helped her to sit on his lap. He tucked her hair behind her

the

told you. I was just being silly.” Logan didn’t even try to hold in his irritated grunt, and Hannah jumped and shot him a wary

me that whole lot of BS. We agreed we would be honest with each other,