Chapter 5 In My room

Logan Garrison's POV

I left the lounge with my mind clouded. The week had drained me dry, and if I was honest, Susanne had been my worst nightmare. I told Martin to call it a night and headed for my suite-to breathe, to rebuild, to rethink everything.

I was going to be a father.

A child-with Susanne.

The thought sat heavy in my chest.

The elevator doors were sliding shut when a hand slipped between them. I frowned, irritation still gripping me-until she stepped inside.

Belinda.

Up close, she was breathtaking. The kind of beauty that made my fingers itch to dig into her slim waist, the kind that made every worry dissolve into static. I took her in properly this time-the tiny nose, the soft curve of her lips, the big blue eyes that flicked away from mine almost immediately, as if she'd caught herself looking too long.

She ignored me and stood by the door like we were strangers, her grip tightening around her phone.

Was she shy?

Did she hate me for chasing her?

Did she think I didn't want her?

My chest sank for no reason I could name. I was about to speak when I heard it.

A silent sob.

"What...?"

Did I hurt her that badly?

Her hand kept flying to her face. She was crying. Tears slipping freely now, her shoulders trembling. My past rushed back all at once-memories I'd buried clawing their way up. I wanted to be anywhere but there, watching someone I felt dangerously attached to fall apart.

Yet all I wanted was to pull her close.

To tell her I wanted her.

To explain myself.

"Are you okay?" The words were useless, but they were all I had.

She turned, and the tears poured openly down her face. She stared at me like I'd broken her.

I could do this.

I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around her, and rubbed her back gently. She broke then-wailing into my chest like she'd been waiting for permission.

"It's alright," I murmured. "It's going to be okay."

I kissed her hair, my voice low. "I'm sorry if I caused this. I never meant to hurt you. You made me feel good-God, I enjoyed every part of you. I didn't want to hurt you. I-"

She cut me off by grabbing my neck and crushing her mouth to mine.

Fuck.

I'd missed this.

She sucked my lips like she was starving, and I responded instinctively, deepening the kiss. My hands slid under her gown, lifting it. Her legs locked around my hips as I raised her, her fingers clawing through my hair while my tongue invaded her mouth, nipping her lower lip until she moaned.

The elevator opened at her floor-but I pushed the button instead.

My floor.

She didn't protest.

I carried her down the hall, opened my door with my fingerprint, and dropped her onto my bed. Her phone fell beside her. She lay there-tear-streaked, flushed, eyes sparkling with wicked intent-as she bit her lip and spread her legs.

"You're my end," I whispered, crawling toward her, fingers trailing up her creamy thigh.

"Touch me... right there," she breathed.

I shifted lower and kissed where my fingers had been. She gasped sharply, head falling back. I watched her unravel.

"Look at me."

My hand slid over her pussy, and she arched into my touch, fighting to stay present.

"Lo... Logan..."

"Yeah," I murmured, slowly tugging her panties down. I paused deliberately.

I wanted to see her.

"What?" she asked when I stood and pulled her up with me.

I sat on the bed and guided her between my legs.

"Strip."

She blinked. "Huh?"

"Strip, Cherry. I want to watch you."

She obeyed-slowly. Her panties hit the floor, followed by her gown. Her waist curved beautifully as she lifted her arms, breasts spilling free from her bra-full, perfect, begging.

I pulled her close, squeezing her ass, spanking her lightly. She yelped and laughed as I unclipped her bra.

"For the beautiful ones," I said when she asked if I did this often.

The bra fell away.

"Oh God," I breathed. "You're stunning."

Her nipples were pink and perfect, resting just right. She ran her fingers through my hair, easing me.

"Did you miss me?" I asked.

She nodded.

"I missed you too."

I kissed my way up her body, tongue sliding between her breasts, hands kneading her. Her moans grew soft, needy.

"Give me," I demanded.

"Earn it," she smirked.

I laughed and flipped her onto the bed, devouring her breast, sucking hard until she whimpered. I stripped quickly, her eyes never leaving my cock.

"I love your cock," she said boldly.

She climbed over me, stripped me bare, grinding her wet pussy against my torso. I groaned.

"Belinda..."

"Let's see who moans first."

She tortured me-mouth on my nipples, grinding slowly, watching me fight it. Then she slid down, eyes locked on my length like it was sacred.

"You like what you see?" I teased.

"I love it."

She wrapped both hands around me, licked the tip, and swallowed a groan from my chest.

"Get on your knees," I ordered softly. "I'll teach you."

She obeyed.

And when she took me into her mouth-slow, eager, imperfect-I nearly lost my mind.

"Fuck.... Like that,my pussy"