Free Addicted (Club Destiny #3) by Nicole Edwards Page B

rocket and barreling through her at the
same time she felt both men still inside of her, their groans of release
echoing through the room.

Epilogue
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    [McCoy,
Logan – 5:54pm] You almost ready to go?
    [McCoy,
Samantha – 5:55pm] I need about 30 minutes
    [McCoy,
Logan – 5:55pm] Ok. Let me know when you’re ready.
    Logan
sat in his office, wondering what in the world Sam was doing on a Friday night.
It was the first Friday in quite some time that Xavier hadn’t insisted that
Logan stay late. That was probably because the man was out of town on business,
not expected back until late Wednesday. Logan knew that meant he had the
opportunity to get some more pressing things done, but he just wanted to get
home and relax for a while.
    Sam
had come in early that morning because she had an extensive meeting planned, so
he figured she’d be just as ready to go home as he was. He couldn’t imagine
what she was working on. Instead of bothering her, he immersed himself in one
of the project updates he needed to modify to present to the board next week.
    When
seven o’clock rolled around, Logan was just about to walk down to Sam’s office
when his door opened, and she walked in.
    “Hey.”
He greeted her. “I was just about to come get you.”
    “Yeah?”
She asked as she shut the door behind her. Then a slight click sounded as she
locked it.
    He
could only stare back at her. What was she up to?
    “Did
you need to talk about something?” Logan asked as she made her way across the
room, perching on the edge of his desk in front of him.
    “Something.”
She stated, still sounding very strange.
    “Is
everything alright?” Logan was beginning to worry because Sam never came to
talk to him in his office. She was adamant that they not show any affection to
one another during work hours. It wasn’t professional, she’d told him.
    “It
will be.” In a surprising move, Sam slipped off her sandal and put her foot on
the edge of his chair, pushing him away from his desk.
    “What’s
going on, Sam?” Ok, so he was past the point of being worried.
    “Nothing’s
wrong.” She grinned for the first time since walking into his office. “I was
just thinking.”
    “About
what?” Logan stared back at her, waiting.
    “I
was thinking how you work too hard.”
    “Well,
I’m not the only one, baby. It’s seven o’clock on a Friday night, and I’ve been
waiting for you, remember?”
    “That’s
not entirely my fault.” She told him as she stood in front of him now, between
him and his desk.
    “No?”
Logan saw something in her eyes, something akin to heat, and he wondered
exactly what she was thinking.
    “No.
I’ve been waiting patiently for the rest of the team to go home.”
    For
what, he wondered.
    When
Sam went to her knees on the floor in front of him, Logan damn near choked.
What the hell was she doing?
    “I’ve
been giving some serious thought to that fantasy of yours.” She told him as she
reached for his belt buckle.
    Logan
sucked in a breath. He didn’t have to think too hard to know exactly which fantasy
she was referring to. After all, they were in his office, and his sexy wife had
just locked the door behind her.
    “Yeah?”
He encouraged her to keep talking. He loved when she told him in no uncertain
detail exactly what she wanted to do to him.
    Once
she unhooked his belt, she moved on to the button and zipper of his slacks,
expertly easing his now hard cock out of its confinement.
    “I’ve
been thinking about how good you taste.” Sam said as she leaned forward,
placing a kiss to the swollen head, making his dick jump in her hand. When she
sucked him into her mouth, he bit back a groan.
    Unable
to stop himself, Logan gripped her hair, pulling her closer to him as she
sweetly loved his cock, licking and sucking like only Sam could do. “What else
have you been thinking?”
    Sam
pulled him out of her mouth, using her lips to plant kisses down the shaft,
sliding her tongue