Free Initiation (Master Class Book 1) by Sierra Cartwright

her, giving her what she needed to come hard.
    This time, her body went limp and sweat dotted the back of her neck.
    “Now it’s time for that shower I promised you.” He stood and offered his hand.
    She accepted.
    Logan continued to tug until she was in his arms. She rested her head near his heart, hearing the powerful thud beneath her ear.
    “If you think this means you’re done for the evening, you’re wrong.”
    She tipped back her head and looked at him. “I never expected otherwise.”
    His eyes became molten jade.
    Jennifer wasn’t sure how much more she could survive. But, as he held her, she realized she was willing to find out.

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    “Down the hall. Second door on the right,” Logan told her, although he didn’t release his grip. He liked having her in his arms. Since Helen had left him, he’d been so caught up in running his detective business and outrunning his inner demons that he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed having a woman around. During the first few days he’d been alone, he’d told himself that a relationship was too much effort, that it interfered with his ability to do his job.
    And now he was questioning that.
    Until this evening, he hadn’t acknowledged how lonely he’d been.
    By slow measures, Logan released Jennifer, rationalizing that they still had the rest of the night together.
    He led her to the guest room. “Bathroom is through there,” he said, pointing.
    She froze, obviously realizing he intended to follow her.
    He maneuvered around her to turn on the faucet and set the temperature. “After you.”
    “You’re getting in with me?”
    “No secrets, no privacy when we’re together.”
    “Are you serious?”
    Rather than replying, he placed a hand on her ass and nudged her. Once they were in the oversize stall, he reached above her and took down the showerhead. “Face me and spread your legs.”
    Without a single argument, she did as he’d instructed. She was a quick study—something he appreciated.
    Logan directed the spray toward her pussy. But rather than just rinsing her, he parted her labia to bathe her.
    Her eyes widened, and the blue seemed even deeper than before. He moved the nozzle closer so the spray was more powerful. Her lips were parted, and the sound of her breathing increased. Her knees began to tremble. After a few more seconds, he could tell that the pressure had become torment, exactly as he’d planned.
    “Master Logan…”
    “Hmm?”
    Jennifer put a hand on his shoulder. “I…”
    He brushed his thumb across her clit.
    She jerked.
    Then he grazed her with his nail.
    She gasped, obviously already on the verge of an orgasm—one he wanted to observe.
    He slipped two fingers inside her and sought her G-spot, not with a gentle touch, but a relentless, tormenting press. He directed the spray toward her tightest hole, seeking to drive her mad.
    “Sir!”
    Oh, yes. She was so freaking responsive to him. “Ask me to let you come.”
    Her knees buckled.
    “ Ask. ”
    “Please,” she whispered.
    “I can’t hear you.”
    “Fuck.”
    He eased off the pressure slightly, but then he kneaded her clit.
    “Please,” she begged.
    She sagged against him. The change in position made it easier for him to access her G-spot, and he did, all but wrenching an orgasm from her.
    “I need…” She closed her eyes.
    He knew she couldn’t last another ten seconds unless he stopped. He was tempted, so very tempted, but at this point, he wanted it as much as she did.
    “Please, Master Logan.” She tightened her jaw. “Now?”
    “Yes,” he said, pushing more forcefully against that sensitive flesh deep inside her.
    She cried out his name as she climaxed, her internal muscles contracting around his fingers.
    Jennifer’s body went slack, telling him she’d lost all sense of time and space.
    And he was there for her.
    He captured her against him and somehow managed to put the showerhead back before he swept her from her feet and