Chapter 29
The corner of his mouth curled up again. “If you want me to stop…”
She swallowed, but she didn’t say anything. She couldn’t make the words form. This was insane. She’d just fucked a stranger in a broken elevator. What would she have done if it had fixed itself while they were fucking?
But her body seemed to be listening to a different voice. The one that wanted to feel him thrusting into her again, wanted to kiss his mouth and taste him on her tongue.
“Sienna?” he prompted softly. “Say the word.”
She licked her lips again, searching for the right words, but when she opened her mouth, what came out was, “Don’t stop.”
He smiled at her slowly, and this time there was something almost dangerous in it. “Good girl,” he said again, and then his lips were on hers and his cock was moving inside her. Again.
* * *
Sienna fucked Logan eight times in that elevator. After the first time, he had pulled down her skirt and straightened his pants to try to make themselves look somewhat presentable again.
By the third time, Logan had ripped off her panties completely. Sienna lost count of how many times he fingered and licked her clit until she came. But eight times was the number of times he fucked her in that elevator.
And when the lights flickered back on and the elevator jolted back to life, she stepped out onto the deserted office floor and walked away like nothing had happened.
Logan followed, and when they were in the dark parking garage, he walked up behind Sienna and pressed against her back.
“When can I see you again?”
She glanced over her shoulder at him.* *”You can’t.”
His eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re lying.”
She smirked at him. “No, I’m not.”
He stared at her for a second longer, and then he smiled again. “We’ll see.”
And then he walked away. And she went the other direction. And Sienna tried to pretend that the entire afternoon had never happened.
It worked for two days before she found the text from him on her phone. It was just three words; *See you tonight?*
She typed out a response but then deleted it. Typed it again, deleted again.
When she finally typed it out the third time and hit send, she knew she was lying to herself. This was happening again.
It took four texts for them to agree on a time and place. She asked him where he wanted to meet, but his response was simply “You know where.”
Of course, she did.
The same place, the same time. Same broken elevator.
When Sienna arrived at the elevator that night, Logan was already waiting. His back was propped against the wall, his ankles crossed and his eyes fixed on her when she stepped out of the shadows.
“Hi,” she said softly. It came out sounding like a question.
“Hi,” he echoed. He pushed off the wall and walked toward her, stopping when they were almost touching. “You look beautiful.”
Sienna glanced down at her outfit. She had chosen the same skirt, but this time in black instead of red. “Thank you,” she said quietly. She didn’t know why it was easier to talk to him in the darkness of that parking garage.
Logan smirked at her again. “Do you want to go to dinner or something?” He gestured at the elevator behind him.
“Or something,” she said, not looking back.
He stepped closer, his hands finding her hips under her jacket. “I thought we could try the stairs this time.”
Her stomach fluttered. She hadn’t even considered the stairs. “The elevator broke again?” she asked.
“Nah,” he said, leaning in until his mouth was brushing hers. “Just wanted to fuck you on the stairs.”
Sienna swallowed, her blood heating fast. “Okay..”
***
His kiss was just as hot as she remembered, his mouth taking hers with an intensity she wasn’t used to. His tongue slid into her mouth with ease, and Sienna found herself moaning into his mouth again, just as desperate as she’d been that first time in the elevator.
They broke apart after a moment, and Logan grinned at her again. His blue eyes seemed to pierce through her, even in the dim light of the parking garage. “Up for it?”
She nodded, and they went together, their arms around each other as they climbed up to the fifth floor. At first, Sienna expected him to push her up against the wall in the stairwell and fuck her right there, but when they reached the top, he pushed open the door onto the office floor and stepped out into the dark space.
“Wait here,” he murmured in her ear. “I’ll be right back.”
She watched him walk away before leaning back against the closed door of the stairwell. She could still taste him on her lips, his smell lingering on her skin. Her body hummed with tension as she waited for him to return, wondering where he would take her this time.
When the door opened again and he stepped out of the darkness, with a rope in his hands.
Sienna shivered visibly and Logan only smiled. “Have you ever been tied up?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, and I don’t think I want to.”
“You do want to,” Logan said with a laugh. “Trust me.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but he was already backing her into the stairwell. He hooked a foot on one of the railings and pushed her up against the wall, the rough concrete scraping against her skirt. She gasped when he wound the rope around her wrists.
“You’ll have to lean your weight against this wall to keep you balanced,” Logan told her. “Otherwise, you’ll slide right down to the bottom.”
She looked at the stairs stretching down in front of her, his words making her even more breathless. “What if I can’t?” she asked. “What if I can’t hold myself up?”
Logan leaned in so close that his breath hit her skin, sending a shiver through her whole body. “Then you’ll just have to trust me,” he murmured against her ear.
And then he was tying her wrists together at the small of her back. Her fingers tangled with the rope, but there was no loosening it without help now.
When he was finished, he pressed a hand to the small of her back. “There you go. Now, if you need to let go of the wall for any reason, just yell and I’ll come for you.”
“Okay,” she said, trying to steady herself against the wall with her tied hands.
“That’s not what I asked,” he chuckled. “Scream if you need help, got it?”
“Got it,” she agreed, her heart pounding louder with every word.
Logan took a step back and admired his handiwork. “You look good for me,” he said softly, reaching out to caress her throat.
She shivered again under his touch, her body already aching with need. “Logan,” she whispered.
“I’m going to fuck you here,” he said, his eyes burning dark as he kissed the corner of her mouth. “Hard and fast and like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“Logan,” she moaned.
He pulled back to look at her, his eyes hungry and intense. “What did you say?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Fuck me like this.”