Chapter 56: Time management
Stephanie’s mouth closed around him while her eyes stayed on his face. Heat, oil, and the taste of her own body were still on his skin. Logan held the headboard with one hand and the back of her head with the other, not shoving, just keeping her there so she could not drift away from what she had asked for all night.
She took him deeper on the next pass. A wet sound filled the quiet room. Her throat worked. Tears touched the corners of her eyes and she did not pull off. Logan watched the stretch of her lips and the way her heavy breasts sat flushed against her ribs, nipples dark from his mouth. The system fed another low pulse through her. He felt it in the way her thighs pressed together on the sheets, restless even now.
He pulled free before he finished. A thin line of saliva hung from her lower lip to the head of his cock, then broke. Stephanie’s voice came out wrecked.
"Don’t you dare stop now."
"I’m not stopping."
He dropped down her body, hooked her knees over his arms, and drove into her cunt in one long thrust. She was soaked and swollen and still tight enough that his jaw locked. The bed took the weight. He fucked her with deep, heavy strokes that made her breasts roll and her mouth fall open. Every time he bottomed out he ground against her clit and held there a second, then dragged back and did it again.
Stephanie came with a broken sound that she tried to bury in her own wrist. Her walls clamped down hard. Logan did not ease off. He kept the same pace through the pulses until her legs shook in his grip and fresh wetness ran between them onto the already ruined sheets.
"Logan. Inside. I want it inside."
He should have thought about Paul. He should have thought about Andrew. He thought about the way she looked saying it.
He buried himself to the hilt and let go. Thick heat spilled into her in long pulses. Stephanie’s head tipped back. Her fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. He stayed deep through every spurt, grinding, filling her until it leaked around his cock and ran down the curve of her ass.
The system hit before he even pulled out.
[Stephanie attraction: +4200]
[Reason: prolonged intimacy / verbal claim / internal finish]
[Stephanie current attraction: 11,400]
[Bind status: COMPLETE]
[Rebate multiplier on Stephanie: 11x]
[Pending rebate will process on next verified expenditure]
Logan’s breath caught against her throat. Eleven times. Not a game screen in a cheap ad. A number sitting on a woman who still had his cum leaking out of her.
Stephanie felt him go still and opened her eyes.
"What is it?"
"Nothing you need to panic about."
He kissed her, slow, tasting the salt on her mouth. When he finally eased out, a heavy trickle followed. He pushed two fingers back into her and held his own release inside for a second like the thought of wasting it annoyed him. Stephanie made a small sound that was half protest and half want.
That was when her phone lit up on the nightstand.
The room was dim. The screen was not. Paul.
Stephanie’s whole body changed under him. The softness left her shoulders. She reached for the phone with a hand that was not steady.
The message preview sat there in full.
Landing early. Driver is twenty minutes out. I want food on the table and that boy of yours off my accounts. We are talking tonight.
Twenty minutes.
Stephanie sat up so fast the sheet fell to her waist. Cum slid down her inner thigh and she did not even look at it. Her eyes were already moving over the room the way a person looks at a crime scene they just made.
"Get dressed. Now."
Logan was already off the bed. Shirt first. Trousers. The oil on his hands made the buttons fight him. Stephanie yanked a robe around herself and started stripping the top sheet in hard, panicked pulls. The smell in the room was sex and lavender and sweat. No amount of open windows was going to kill that in twenty minutes.
"Bathroom. Wash your mouth. Wash everything," she said. "If he smells you on me I am dead, Logan. Do you understand me? Dead."
He understood. Paul was not a loud college boy. Paul was a retired general who had already tried to burn her name in a boardroom.
Logan stepped into the bathroom, ran the water hot, and scrubbed his face, neck, hands, cock. The mirror showed a man who looked too satisfied to be standing in another man’s house. He did not have time to hate that.
When he came back out Stephanie had thrown the wet towels into the hamper and sprayed something sharp and floral through the air. It did not help as much as she needed it to. Her hair was still sex-messy. Her mouth was still swollen.
She grabbed his wrist.
"Service door. Through the kitchen. If the gate camera catches your face I will say you came to drop papers for Hydra. Do not text me until I text first."
Logan paused at the doorway anyway. He should have left clean. He did not.
He caught her jaw and kissed her once, hard, with Paul twenty minutes from the driveway.
"He does not get to walk back into this house and pretend he owns what I just had."
Stephanie’s eyes flashed. Fear and something hotter sat in the same look.
"Go."
Logan took the kitchen, the service door, the side path along the hedge. Night air hit the sweat still drying on his neck. His phone buzzed in his pocket before he even cleared the property line.
[Emergency mission generated]
[Paul Hale returns early. Host must exit unseen.]
[Bonus condition: leave a mark Paul cannot prove and cannot ignore.]
[Time remaining: 00:16:42]
[Failure: bind with Stephanie frozen for 14 days. System rebate delayed.]
Logan stopped in the shadow of the hedge and looked back at the dark upper window.
A mark Paul could not prove.
He already had one inside her.
That was not what the system meant.
Another message stacked under the first before he could move.
[New target flagged through Stephanie’s network]
[Evelyn Rose has uploaded a draft video titled "The Boy Who Broke a Marriage."]
[Scheduled release: 06:00]
[If that video goes live, Hydra board reconvenes at noon.]
Sixteen minutes to get off the property.
Six hours until Evelyn tried to kill them both with a phone camera.
Logan started walking, then running, the taste of Stephanie still in his mouth and Paul’s headlights not yet at the gate.