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Conviction (Club Destiny #1) Page 44
Author: Nicole Edwards

“I’m not telling you this so you can go off and change things. I know what I’m doing and I’m more than capable of making decisions. I just want to be able to talk to you.”

“I hear you.”

His deep laugh sent chills down Sam’s spine. God this man was sexy.

Logan continued to explain. “This is something new for me. I’ll do my best to treat this as a casual conversation, and I’ll let you do your job without interference. I expect when you need my help, you’ll come to me during work hours. Deal?”

“Deal.” Sam confirmed, continuing to watch him. He still didn’t have a shirt on and the play of his muscles was making her hungry… for something other than the delicious lunch they’d shared.

“I mean anything, Sam.”

Sam smiled. She couldn’t make any promises while they were in the office because when they were there, it was all business. But, right now, right here… She was all about going to him.

“Anything, huh?” Taking a chance, Sam pushed away from the table, and joined him on the lounge chair he had moved to earlier.

She felt his gaze caress over her, feeling totally naked as she stood before him in only the small black bikini she’d worn under her clothes. When they’d first come to the deck, the sun shining overhead, she took advantage of being outside, removing her t-shirt and shorts.

It was actually Logan’s idea, and when he made the suggestion – what sounded more like a command than anything – Sam had seen the intensity in his gaze and decided to go for it.

Standing before him now, a tremor ran through her, and it had nothing to do with the temperature outside and everything to do with the way Logan looked at her.

Sam’s nipples hardened beneath the flimsy material that barely covered her pertinent assets. She spent a lot of time in the gym, and she watched what she ate, both allowing her to be fairly comfortable with the way she looked, which was a good thing right then because with Logan’s eyes essentially touching every inch of her, Sam fought the urge to cover herself.

When she approached, a slight surge of disappointment trickled through her when he didn’t attempt to pull her closer; instead, he rolled to his back, placing his hands behind his head, fingers clasped together. The position sent some naughty thoughts dancing through her head, and that mischievous grin of his said that’s what he was aiming for.

“That’s a good position for you.” Sam moved closer, letting her eyes roam over him the way he had done her only moments before. She admired his hard, muscular chest, the rippled outline of his abs, and the hard ridge of his erection she could see outlined beneath his shorts. At least he was just as affected as she was by the situation.

“And what do you plan to do to me?” His voice was husky, the anticipation she felt reflected in his tone.

“Whatever I want.”

Always in control in the office, Sam found it difficult to maintain the dominant role where Logan was concerned. As much as she wanted to learn every hard plane and angle of his body, she wasn’t nearly as experienced as she pretended to be. But this was a new experience for her, and she had already resigned herself to go for it. What could it hurt?

Sam straddled his legs, fighting back the nerves attacking her insides as she glided forward to align with his hips and pressed intimately against him. When his stomach muscles bunched and contracted, she felt a renewed sense of determination.

He kept his hands in place, leaving him open and vulnerable to whatever she chose to do. Sam couldn’t resist placing her hands on his stomach and dragging her nails lightly up toward his chest, her fingers tangling in the light dusting of hair.

“You better be sure of what you want, Sam.”

It was a rough warning, emphasized by his harsh tone and labored breathing. He was losing control, and the idea of that had moisture pooling between her legs, her clit pulsing with the need to press harder against him to assuage the ache growing deeper and deeper. As she did just that, stimulating herself with the steely edge of his cock, she knew exactly what she wanted.

“What if I asked you to lose control with me?”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Another warning from him.

She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest, her lips finding his neck. The temptation was so strong, giving her more courage than she knew she had. She let her tongue glide along his collar bone, tasting him, reveling in the feel of his sun warmed skin against her tongue, the masculine, musky scent that was powerful enough to curl her toes.

But she didn’t stop there; she let her tongue trail down his chest, stopping at his sexy, male nipple, her teeth gently nipping the small, brown disk, causing his body to flex violently beneath her. His physical reaction flooded her with power and a desperate need to please him. She was in control, and he was letting her take the reins, which she figured wasn’t an easy feat for Logan.

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