Twisted Love by Summer Cooper
3
Keily
“So, you hired the older lady?” Keily spoke out loud, her phone resting on the kitchen counter picked up her voice. She could hear the sound of fingers tapping against a keyboard from the phone’s speaker.
“Yes, but not just because of you, honey,” Rosa’s voice came from the phone and Keily nodded at her friend’s answer.
She laughed softly, wishing she could have seen Logan’s reaction to his new PA. With practiced fingers she gathered up celery to chop on the chopping board for the chicken soup she was making.
“I know, but still, thanks.” She kept her eyes on her fingers as she chopped the celery. “It’s good to know he won’t be distracted at least.”
“It’s not like even the prettiest of the applicants would have been any kind of competition for you, Keily.” Rosa mused and the typing paused. “Logan barely even looks at any women when he actually comes out of his inner sanctum.”
“I’ve noticed that.” Keily hummed and paused in her chopping. “Still, it’s nice that there will be someone competent in the office for him.”
“As long as she isn’t sexy, beautiful, or even remotely interested in Logan, right?” Rosa laughed and went back to typing.
“It’s that interested in Logan part that’s most important. Interest creates problems, even if the man isn’t looking at the other woman.” Keily had looked away often enough when she was married to Joe, and he’d caused quite a few problems for them both. She’d always found that the women that were interested in him, but he didn’t look twice at, caused more problems than even he managed to create.
“Tell me about it,” Rosa muttered and Keily knew the woman had stuck a pen in her mouth, something she often did at work when she was doing too much at once.
“Take that pen out of your mouth, Rosa, you’ll ruin your jaw clenching it on that pen.”
“It’s better than smoking,” Rosa complained back at her and Keily had to agree. “Anyway, if I get off the phone, I can concentrate on this. My lunch break is almost over so I’d better go.”
“You’d better, and don’t forget to open your office door back up.” Keily chuckled to herself as she said it. Rosa often forgot to open the door again if she stayed in for lunch and people would walk right by it thinking she was out. How they didn’t know by now that a closed door meant nothing where Rosa was concerned, was beyond Keily.
Rosa went back to work and Keily went back to preparing dinner. She almost had the soup and bread ready with a smile on her face by the time she heard Logan’s car pull up outside her apartment. He didn’t knock before he came in, just waltzed in like he owned the place. Technically, he was the one paying her rent, so she didn’t complain. Besides, it was nice to know he felt that much at home with her.
“Hi.” She murmured, walking up to him with a wide smile. “How was your day?”
She slid into his arms, admiring his caged strength when his arms wrapped around her gently. It felt good to be so close to him, to smell his cologne, and to just…feel him. She let her head sink to the place beneath his right shoulder that held her head so perfectly.
“It was good, dinner smells nice.” His finger came up to brush at her hair, loose around her shoulders, before he planted a kiss on the top of her head and pulled away.
“It’s chicken soup with French bread I made this afternoon.” She answered his unasked question. “It was all I could think of to make.”
“Sounds good. I’m going to shower and then we can eat.” He waited for her to nod before he walked away.
He’d taken off his suit jacket and wore only a dark gray button-up shirt and his black slacks. Those slacks did wonderful things for his ass and she enjoyed every second of watching him walk away. She loved to watch how his muscles moved, revealed themselves, as he walked away, and knew she’d get to explore all of those lovely places on him later. He’d had a present in his hand when he walked in so tonight would be a good night.
Keily’s lips quirked up into a pleased smile as she walked back into the kitchen and poured the homemade soup into two bowls and cut up the bread. He often brought her these little gifts; expensive treats that made her eyes light up. Every now and then words she didn’t like to think about, ugly words that questioned her character popped into her head, but she knew that wasn’t what this was. Logan was just…kind.
Dinner was on the table by the time he came out, a thick black terrycloth towel wrapped around his waist. Her eyes went wide as he waltzed into the room, chest still sprinkled with water. The broad plains of muscle that banded his chest flowed down to the hills and valleys of his abs, where a line of water traced down below his belly button to draw her eyes to a path that was stopped by the place where he’d hooked the towel together. Her mouth watered as she remembered what was hidden beneath that towel.
“It looks great,” Logan said, coming up to her to kiss her cheek before he went to a chair and sat down.
Disappointment drew her eyebrows down for a moment before she smoothed them out and went to her own chair across from him. She smoothed the black material of her long-sleeved t-shirt dress down over her lap and picked up her spoon. “Is it warm enough for you in here?”
“Yes, it’s fine.” He looked up at her, heat burning in his eyes. He picked up his spoon instead of leaving his seat, so she picked up her own as well.
He wanted to wait to get to the fun stuff. Well, that was fine with her.
His eyes drifted down to the deep V of her neckline in a way that told her he wasn’t as immune to her presence as he pretended. Desire made his nostrils flare, but he didn’t put that damned spoon down.
Truth be told, she didn’t care what kind of gift he’d brought her tonight, he’d brought her so many she was becoming a little bored with them. Well, not really bored, since he brought her such nice gifts, but something about them had started to unsettle her a little. Perhaps it was those words she kept at bay in her mind, nagging at her.
She didn’t care if Logan never gave her another gift, all she wanted right now was him. Deep down, she’d started to like the way she felt around him. She felt safe, adored, wanted, all of which were things she’d never really felt before. As a child, her mother wanted to use her for pageant prizes, her husband wanted a housemaid and a body to find pleasure in. Even her sister needed her as a babysitter more than she did a family member.
“Are you alright, Keily?” He asked, his attention fully on the soup. “This is good by the way.”
“Thanks, and yes, I’m fine.” She put her spoon down in the bowl and looked over at him. “Why?”
“Well, it’s just that your cheeks are a little flushed.”
“Oh, yes, I’m fine. It’s just a little warm in here, that’s all.” She hedged and looked away. It was all a part of the game. Tempt him, tease him, and then she’d get exactly what she wanted from him and it wasn’t whatever was in that box.
“I see.” He continued to eat, the short sentence all the answer she knew she’d get. He’d talk when he felt like it.
She tasted her soup, found it delicious as always, but didn’t really notice. All she wanted to taste was that spot between his neck and his clavicle. That silky spot, that was only one of many, but one of her favorites.
“Do you want more wine?” She asked a few minutes later when she noticed his glass was almost empty.
“Yes, thank you.” He sat back in his chair and she watched him as she stood up, his gaze on her feet.
She’d figured out he had a thing about her wearing heels and had deliberately slipped them on after she sat down to eat. All part of the plan.
His left eyebrow lifted a little, but he didn’t speak. His eyes didn’t move either, they just became a darker brown and narrowed at the corners with interest. She moved up next to him, her left knee pressed against his thigh. Instead of moving the wine glass closer, Keily leaned over the table, knowing the hem of her dress would ride up…just enough to reveal the white expanse of her plain cotton panties.
She immediately felt his hot palm on the expanse of her upper thigh in a soft but possessive clench. If only those fingers would move a little bit higher. Logan wouldn’t do that though, he liked to play, he liked to take his time, and she loved every second of it. She looked back at him, smiled, but said nothing. She poured the wine to the appropriate level and then stood up. “Anything else?”
“Ahem, no.” He moved his hand away and picked up his spoon again.
Taking her seat once again, Keily picked up her spoon and went back to her own dinner. The bread was dry and tasteless in her mouth, though she knew it was just as delicious as the soup. Nothing would taste good, nothing would bring her pleasure, not with Logan in the room. Only he held her senses, and only he could give her pleasure.
“Perhaps you should take off your dress if you’re hot.” He broke the silence in the room.
Her breath caught in her chest. He was ready then. She brought her face up to look at him. “Perhaps. I’m not that hot though.”
Not yet, were the words she left unspoken.
Aware that his eyes were on her, she pulled her legs up into the chair, letting one shoe dangle from her foot. Let him come to her, she decided. Even if all she wanted to do was crawl to him.
Logan picked up his napkin, wiped his mouth, and let his eyes meet hers with a defiant air that was tinged with awareness. Two could play that game, his gaze said.
Her lips twitched up at the corners, a smile of victory that wasn’t quite dazzling yet.
“Are you finished eating?” He asked as he stood up, not admitting defeat at all as he gathered his dishes.
“I am.” She answered and watched him take the dishes away before she picked up the glass of wine, took a gulp, then put it back down.
“I brought you this.” She heard him say as he came back to the table, a box in his hands.
“Oh, it’s lovely.” She responded as expected, and held the necklace up to him so he could put it on her. “It’s beautiful, Logan, thank you.”
“Not as lovely as you.” His fingers brushed against her skin as he brought the edges of the necklace together to clasp it behind her neck. He must have felt the shudder of anticipation that wound down through her body as liquid heat at even that slight touch, but he said nothing.
Cold stones and metal rested against her skin in a display of sapphire and diamonds that dazzled him if the look on his face meant anything. She was burning for him already. It wouldn’t take long for the cold metal and stones to warm up, not with the heat her skin was throwing off now.
She slid down from the chair, ready to thank him properly for the gift he’d bestowed on her, to selfishly take what she wanted from him, which was the real gift. Every moment of pleasure she gave to Logan was the best gift he could give her, even if he didn’t know that. She wanted to feel the silky but hard length of him between her lips, on her tongue. She wanted to inhale his scent while she swallowed him down her throat to the sound of the groans he couldn’t hold back, no matter how hard he might try.
The mere thought of giving Logan an oral thank you was an intense experience for Keily, a fantasy she often played with. Some men seemed to think that a woman sucking their dick put her in some kind of submissive position, and some women saw it the same way, and it could be if you didn’t take control. And Keily took control every opportunity she had with Logan. She loved having him in her hands, loved making him lose all control.
That was a completely different kind of pleasure, one that made her desire unbearable but something she endured with wicked glee. He’d see to it that she got her own relief from that torturous pleasure, one way or another.
“Stand up, Keily.” Logan rasped out when her fingers brushed against the zipper of his black slacks. “I want a different kind of thank you tonight.”
“Oh?” Her eyes went wide, and her eyebrows lifted in question. He’d decided to stay in control then. The hint of a smile that played at the corners of her lips was met with a smug smile.
“What?” He asked, his voice low and almost a purr.
“Nothing, I just thought you might like…” she let the words trail off and held out her hand as she stood up.
“No, my dear, not tonight.” He shook his head to add to the no. “Tonight, I want to hear you purr for me.”
“As you wish.” She lifted her chin slightly, met his gaze, and stared back boldly. There was nothing timid about her tonight. She wanted to push his buttons, to get a response from him, and she’d do it with defiance if that’s what it took.
