Chapter 31: Brandon is back: miss Stephanies defense
Again," he ordered, voice rough. His fingers returned to her clit, rubbing firm circles while he continued the hard, deep thrusts. The skill made every touch electric. Caroline’s second orgasm crashed over her almost immediately, stronger than the first. Her body seized, inner walls milking him in tight, rhythmic squeezes. Soft, broken pleas spilled from her lips—please, Logan, too much—yet she still pushed back to meet him.
He didn’t stop.
Logan pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her back. He hooked her knees over his elbows, spreading her wide, and slammed back into her in one smooth motion. The new position let him watch every expression as he claimed her. He braced above her and set a hard, relentless pace, hips snapping forward with enough force that the bed creaked. Oil and slickness glistened between them. Caroline’s hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in as another wave of pleasure built under the dual assault of his cock and the skilled fingers that found her clit once more.
He kissed her then—deep, hungry, almost bruising. Their tongues met, sharing breath and the soft, broken sounds she couldn’t hold back. When he broke the kiss it was only to trail his mouth down her throat, sucking another mark just above her collarbone while he continued to fuck her hard and deep.
"Come for me again," he growled against her skin. "I want to feel it."
Caroline shattered a third time, body arching hard beneath him, a long, helpless cry filling the room. Her walls clamped down so tightly that Logan’s own control finally frayed past the breaking point. He drove into her through the climax, chasing his own release with hard, uneven thrusts. The tight, rhythmic squeeze of her body and the way she clung to him pulled him over the edge.
He buried himself to the hilt with a low, guttural groan and came hard, pulsing deep inside her in thick, hot spurts. The pleasure rolled through him in long waves; he kept moving through it, shallow thrusts that worked every drop deeper while Caroline’s aftershocks fluttered around him. For several long moments the only sounds were their harsh breathing and the soft, wet noise of his cock still shifting inside her.
Logan stayed buried, forehead resting against hers, one hand stroking slowly along her side as they both came down. The oil on their skin had mixed with sweat; the scent of sex hung heavy in the warm air. He kissed her again, slower this time, lingering, while his cock softened only slightly inside her.
They were still locked together like that—Logan half-draped over her, her legs still hooked around him—when the first knock sounded at the bedroom door.
Three firm raps.
Logan’s head lifted. Caroline’s eyes widened.
A second knock, a little harder.
Brandon’s voice came through the wood, casual at first.
"Mom? Why’d you lock the door?"
Caroline froze beneath Logan. He remained completely still inside her, listening.
Brandon tried the handle. It rattled once.
"Mom? You in there? Logan already come by or what?" A pause. "I couldn’t find some of the ingredients. The store was out of the fresh ones. I’ll keep looking later, but... Mom? You okay? Why aren’t you opening the door?"
Another knock, more insistent this time. The handle rattled again.
"Mom? Seriously, why is it locked? You didn’t answer when I called either. Is Logan still here or did he already leave?"
Silence stretched for a beat. Then Brandon’s voice came again, clearly confused and starting to sound worried.
"Mom? I’m standing right here. Can you open up? I’ve got the bags. Some stuff’s missing but I got most of it. Why won’t you answer?"
The handle turned once more, the lock holding firm. Brandon’s footsteps shifted on the other side of the door, as if he was leaning closer to listen.
"Mom...?"
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Miss Stephanie was still looking at Charles, her eyes straight and emotionless, as he rounded up all the allegations he had against her.
All the board members were nodding as though the decision had already been made.
"And finally, I still do not understand how on earth someone would sign off the company and yet claim to not have done that despite her signature being on the paper. It doesn’t make any sense."
Charles completed his statement before sitting down.
And the whole 230 board members were in uproar. In their minds, the decision had already been made.
There was no way on earth someone in their right senses was still going to vote this woman to stay after all that had been said today.
"So, Miss Stephanie, do you have anything to say to defend yourself against what this young man has just said?" Steve said silently, looking at Miss Stephanie with disappointment.
It was hard for him to believe that this was the case, but with what was on board it was almost as clear as day that she had not been the person she had claimed to be all these years.
"Okay, since you don’t have anything to say, I think we can now proceed with the voting. So here is how...."
"No, I have something to say," Miss Stephanie cut Steven short just as he was about to begin speaking.
The calm Charles suddenly looked in Miss Stephanie’s direction as he wondered what defense she could ever bring that could counter all he had just said.
But to his surprise, Miss Stephanie made a statement that immediately sent the boardroom into furious chaos and curiosity on how she was about to prove her statement right.
"The only traitor in this room is him," Miss Stephanie said, pointing straight at Charles.
It was like a bombshell. Whispers could be heard all around the room. What she had just done was take a big leap.
If after all this she could not convince them that he was the traitor, she was almost sure that it was going to be her very last day working in this company.
But still she was not afraid at all as she stepped close to the large projector in front of the podium and with a click of her fingers a video began to play.