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And even though it has changed my plan from sleeping to…well
—

“Shh, hon. If you’re going to moan, I’m going to have to shut you up.” Logan brought his right hand up to cup over her parted pink lips.

Up until around forty-five minutes ago, he’d been under the misguided assumption that this would be the usual boring flight from L.A., back to Chicago. He’d settled back with his usual gin and tonic, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and crossed his feet as he waited impatiently for the trip to get underway. He’d figured if he were lucky, he could have several more drinks and sleep through half the trip.

And what a lucky bastard I am.

He had been draining his small plastic cup when he’d heard a woman’s voice moving closer and closer to the cabin door as she’d called out, “Wait! Wait! One more!”

And that was when he’d met
—Oh fuck yeah, deeper—
Jessica.

She was a leggy blonde in a tight pink miniskirt, who’d made her way through the door, and essentially, let him right into hers.

The flight attendant had given her a quick smile. “You’re lucky. We were just about to close the cabin door.”

A woman had laughed, and
that
was what had made his dick take notice.

“Well, I’m glad I ran then.”

“Let’s get you seated. What’s your seat number?”

“Looks like 1C.”

That had been around thirty minutes ago.

Currently, Jessica’s bare ass was seated on the miniscule sink in the back lavatory of Virgin America, flight 201, and…well, there was absolutely nothing virginal about the way her pink skirt was shoved up around her waist. In fact, Logan would guess that she couldn’t even remember what the word virgin meant, especially considering the way her creamy thighs were spread wide apart and his cock was sliding in and out of her soaking wet heat. And that was just fine by him.

When she’d first stopped near his seat, he’d let his eyes wander from her black heels up to her smooth long legs. He had made no apologies and offered no excuses for eye-fucking her as he’d sized her up as a potential—
or as of right now
—fuck buddy.

She hadn’t seemed to mind though—
obviously
—because when he’d finally met flirtatious green eyes, the woman had grinned as she indicated the seat beside him.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

“Yes, it looks that way,” he’d acknowledged.

After she’d stowed her bag in the overhead bin, she’d slowly slid down into the seat beside him and turned, holding out her hand.

The same small hand that is currently gripping my suit lapel right now,
Logan mused as he punched his hips forward, sinking as deep inside her as this really rather uncomfortable position would allow.

“I’m Jessica,” she had told him with a bold and assessing gaze, much like his own.

Logan had looked at the petite hand tipped with manicured pink nails, and suddenly, he’d found that the flight had just become a whole fuckload more interesting.

Taking her hand in his, Logan had winked.

“I’m Logan.”

“Harder, Logan. Oh, fuck me. Harder.”

Well, I’m not going to say no to that,
was Logan’s only thought as he braced his feet, which was difficult to do when the toes of his shoes were bent up against the plastic vanity taking up the majority of the fucking area he was standing in. But, like a trooper, Logan steadied himself, gripping Jessica’s ass cheek with his left palm and holding the counter with his right, as he started to pound into the woman, just as she had requested. He was pushing them closer to that elusive moment, directing them to that sacred fucking place.

He’d never really thought about getting off on a plane until it had rumbled down the tarmac and moved out of the holding pattern to line up for takeoff. That had been all he could think about after Jessica had crossed her leg and flashed a lot more, a
whole
lot more, than her upper thighs.

“Well, Logan, I have a feeling this trip just got interesting. Thank you for that.”

He’d given her a smug look that was as sinful as the thoughts he now had running through his head. As the plane shot down the runway with the full force of two jet-propelled engines, Logan had buckled in, preparing himself for the ride. While the front of the plane had angled up, much like his throbbing hard-on, Logan had finally replied, “I try. So, are you going back home to the husband and kids?”

When Jessica had licked her glossy pink lips, Logan had immediately imagined that tongue performing the same slick move down between his legs.

“No kids and no husband.”

With that, Logan had known he would be joining that exclusive club, that had nothing to do with virgins.

“Yes,” Logan hissed out as his balls tightened and his ass cheeks clenched.

Wrapped firmly around his waist, Jessica’s leg strained against him, pulling him in closer, as her eyes widened above his palm covering her mouth. Then, her juicy sweet muscles clutched his dick like a fucking vise, and they both found it.

For the $543.90 admission price, they were inducted into the exclusive mile-high club, and it was worth every fucking penny.

Monday evening at nine fifteen, and fuck me
,
I’m still at work.

Leaning back in his chair, Logan pushed up his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. The office was quiet right now, and he knew he was the only one left on the floor.

This was the best part of the day. This was
his
part of the day. It was the time when he could unwind, dropping all titles, proprieties, and appearances, and just be himself.

Standing, he cracked his neck from side to side as he loosened the blue tie from its perfect knot at the base of his throat. It was time to hit his usual haunt for a quick drink before heading home. Picking up his briefcase, he walked to his office door, switched off the light, and made his way to the elevator. As he waited for it to arrive on his floor at Mitchell & Madison, he glanced around at his place of business.

He and Cole had really made something of themselves.
Huh, who would have thought?

He certainly hadn’t expected it, especially when he considered the way he had acted out the whole way through college. As far as he was concerned, that was what college was for—to try a little of everything and
everyone
.
And he, of course, hadn’t had any issues getting…well, variety when he’d wanted it.

Cole constantly told him that his behavior was fine and all back then
,
but as an adult, he should think about settling down with someone.

That would probably be a fucking stellar idea, but
he wasn’t like Cole, who was well into his third year of wedded bliss. Logan had no desire to bind himself to anyone, woman or man, especially when it was so much fun taking exactly what was offered.

There were just too many options in a city this large, and honestly, until the moment his cock only got excited for one person, he planned to use it to its full potential.

When the elevator arrived, Logan got on with a single goal in mind—a drink.

A gin and tonic, and then life will be pretty much perfect.

He had a successful job, a downtown condo, and an office located next door to his favorite bar. If he were an arrogant man…
well, hell, who am I kidding? I’m one lucky son of a bitch.

Pushing through the double doors of After Hours
,
Logan left the cool night air and stepped into the cozy surroundings of his favorite hangout. As the familiar dimly lit interior invited him inside, he was reminded of why he loved coming here.

It was the perfect place to sit, observe, and—if he wanted to—
hunt
, and he could accomplish all this without the constant harassment that was typical at a pick-up joint.

Save those particular spots for the weekends.

He craved quiet after work, and maybe—

Oh yeah
, he thought as a sexy brunette brushed by him, her breasts grazing his arm
. Maybe a piece of that, too.

The secluded dark booths in the back were calling to him, but at the last minute, he changed his mind and bypassed several suits as he made his way up to the bar where he found a stool at the end. He put his buzzing cell on the bar top and ignored the text from…
ahh yes, L.A.-to-Chicago Jessica
. After placing his briefcase on the floor, he sat down and moved the case between his feet, securing it there while he waited for the bartender.

Looking around at a few of the people mingling at the bar, Logan locked eyes with an attractive woman. He was guessing she was in her early thirties. She was a petite redhead with intelligent eyes, and she was dressed in a snug black jacket and a skirt that hugged her perky little ass as well as his hands would.

As she inclined her head in his direction, Logan spied the drink in her hand and decided he would send her a second one as soon as the damn bartender showed up. Afterward, maybe he’d take her up to his office and introduce her face to the top of his desk and her round ass to his cock—

“And what can I get you to drink tonight?”

Ahh, finally!

Logan turned his head toward the deep baritone that had just addressed him, and he was thankful he was seated. The guy staring at him, waiting for an answer from the opposite side of the bar, was fucking hot. Logan cleared his throat, and as he looked the man over, he kept his smile friendly and as close to
platonic
as he could manage.

“A gin and tonic, thanks.”

“Coming right up,” he told Logan before he turned away to make his drink.

Logan made a quick assessment of the loose brown curls, broad shoulders, trim waist, and
speaking of asses—

Turning back to Logan, the hot bartender slid the glass across the wooden bar top and gave him a wide grin. He then placed his large hands on the surface, leaning in close like he was about to impart a secret. As Logan felt his cock react to the mischief sparking in the guy’s eyes, he found himself inching a little closer, deciding that
this
option suddenly looked far more interesting than the first.

That was until the bartender turned his head. “And what about her?”

Logan glanced in the direction of the redhead who was still looking his way. It was a pity really because, until around five minutes ago, it had been a sure thing he would get laid.

Staring back across the bar to friendly brown eyes, Logan found he was now thinking about how to get this guy alone and on his knees to suck his cock. That pompous vest and tie would look even better from above while those dress slacks were kneeling on the floor.

“What about her?” Logan asked as he lifted the glass to his lips.

When the hot bartender chuckled, Logan couldn’t tear his eyes away from his Adam’s apple as it bobbed in his deliciously tanned throat.

“Oh, I see,” he told Logan as he lifted a white towel and placed it over his shoulder.

“I’m sure you don’t,” Logan mumbled,
if you did, you’d more than likely be moving farther away.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. I guess I just changed my mind.”