Chapter 27: Chapter 27

After so many hours, Missy was finally able to relax.

All night, she'd been tense around Logan, wondering when exactly he'd make good on his promise to read one of his erotic books aloud to her—something that, frankly, Missy still hadn't decided whether she'd consider terribly embarrassing or terribly embarrassing. exciting. Those readings were her little "guilty pleasure" and, as much as she really enjoyed them, there were always so many mean and demeaning comments directed at them that she just couldn't muster up enough courage to talk about them with the same familiarity that she did with them. science fiction or fantasy genres, for example. So, as much as she truly found the novel as worthy and fun a genre to follow and comment on as any other, it never seemed wise to air her preference to other people, even those who also enjoyed reading, since it almost certainly did. that she would become a joke.

So there was still a part of her that was mortified that Logan had found out about the kind of stuff she liked to read.

However, to her complete relief, he had apparently forgotten about it. Especially since he'd invited her to his house for game night, where they'd spent hours playing one of her favorite board games and watching The Half-Blood. Fortunately, Logan seemed really entertained by the movie – which was also one of her favorites – and Missy finally allowed herself to put those worries aside and relax in the strong arms that wrapped around her, as the movie quickly came to an end before them.

- Wow... That was amazing. – Logan praised, when the final credits started to go up on the screen, looking impressed when he looked at her – I think it officially became one of my favorite movies too.

- I'm very happy. – she smiled widely. And, to be honest, she really was immensely happy every time he loved something she presented to him. Seeing that they not only liked the same things, but that Logan seemed, more and more, to be sharing with her a love of the stories she loved and entering her little world… It was a feeling that was difficult to describe. It was a confusing mix of excitement, completeness, trust, friendship, and closeness. As if they were getting to know each other better with every word they exchanged and every conversation they had. And, as much as it might seem like something trivial and even irrelevant, to Missy, it was the exact opposite of that. It was important and, in a strange way, it was building something inside her chest that she couldn't define, only feel: more and more, she found herself literally babbling next to him, not bothering to rein in or edit her thoughts. She was no longer ashamed or afraid that he would find her ridiculous when she presented him with one of her favorite things. In fact, there was only the hope that he would like it too. There was just the urge to share with him every little thing that made her happy.

And sometimes that feeling was so strong and tangible that she forgot what the world thought of her. Sometimes it felt like there were only the two of them. Them, Megan, her friends and the other Knights. People who made her feel like she could keep that feeling inside her forever.

Her therapist had said it was the surest way to self-acceptance and improving her self-esteem, so she'd been more than happy to promise her that she'd spend even more time around them. Obviously, she had realized that their company had been helping that treacherous wound inside her to hurt less when she accidentally bumped into Liam and Suzan's disdainful expressions at the agency or when her mirror image seemed to be making fun of her. However, as much as it all hurt more than was healthy, she could tell that, little by little, she was getting comfortable with being herself again. Going back to not completely hating being herself: just before Logan had gone to get her, she'd taken a few more clothes out of that hidden spot in her closet and put them back on the hangers, since it didn't hurt to look at them that much anymore. . She had even brought Wonder Woman pajamas to bed with Logan that night. Even though I knew that shirt and shorts made her anything but sexy.

On second thought, maybe she should invest a little more in that regard. As much as Logan always seemed indisputably pleased and excited to see her comfortable, she also wished she could fulfill some of his wishes. It didn't seem fair that they were always focused on her, as much as Logan always said otherwise.

Was she supposed to ask him something about that? Yes, maybe she should. They were lovers, after all. It was perfectly normal to question what the other wanted in bed, right? Or maybe...

- Thinking about which movie on your list we should watch next? – His question took her out of her reverie, taking her attention to his beautiful smile again – Or are you having some bad thoughts and want my help to get it out of your sweet little head?

Missy laughed. Not just because of that last comment, but also because he remembered that he had asked her to make a list of the main movies, series and animations that he thought they should watch together. She had indeed, even though an insecure part of her had pricked her with each new addition, making her fear that Logan was just being kind and that he would hardly have the patience to see it all in her company. Yet there he was, positively surprising her again. Like always.

- No, it's not bad, I promise. – Missy returned the smile, resting her cheek against his shoulder – In fact, the next movie on my list would be Forest Gump. Would you like to watch? Are you sure you're not tired? We've been here for hours, after all. she asked, worried.

- No, I don't feel tired at all. – The way his eyes roamed her body made her face heat up – But would you mind getting us some more ice cream from the kitchen? – he shifted his gaze to the empty jar on the coffee table in his living room – I'm just going to check some important things on my cell phone before we… We start. – something in that crooked and malicious smile made it very clear that he wasn't talking about the movie.

Feeling moisture start to coat her inside her shorts, Missy quickly grabbed the small empty pot and practically ran with it to the kitchen. It was funny how, even after the intense morning they'd had, locked in both of their offices at the agency, she felt that acute need to have him again almost hurt inside her, as if they hadn't made love in weeks instead of hours. . Leaving the living room, she crossed the hall of his house to the kitchen, without even having to make an effort to remember the way. They were really becoming experts at each other's homes, or at least enough so that she knew exactly where in the freezer of her giant refrigerator the ice cream was.

Little caring how anxious she must have been looking as she walked quickly back to Logan, she found him still lounging on the couch, but this time with his cell phone in his hand, appearing to be reading something interesting. However, as soon as she saw her, he broke into a smile, but not an ordinary smile. That one was just stunning, like all the others, of course, but for some reason, Missy couldn't help but think of a demon. The most sensual and seductive of all demons, no doubt ready to make her beg for sin.

And when her thighs frantically rubbed against each other involuntarily, he knew she was ready to beg even before he asked.

Still wearing that sinful smile, he straightened up and patted her lap, apparently indicating that she should sit there. And, without any hesitation, that's exactly what she did, leaning back against his strong body while Logan hugged her around the waist with one hand, while continuing to hold the cell phone with the other. It was only when she was completely curled up and snuggled against him that Logan turned his attention back to the device's illuminated screen. But, to her surprise, he didn't put it aside or simply continued watching in silence.

He started to speak.

Or rather, read.

- "Lynn couldn't identify what was different about her grandmother's house that morning. Maybe it was the linen curtains, the same ones she always left open to allow sunlight to flood the whole room, which were now closed. Perhaps it was the china tea set, which she so carefully kept on the same shelf at the top of the kitchen cupboard, and which were now lying haphazardly on the table. Or perhaps it was that strange scent that permeated the air around her. her: heavy and musky, almost spicy. A delicious smell that she had a feeling she had smelled before. Yet whatever was causing her to feel strange, she suddenly found herself blushing with sheer embarrassment as she tried to hold back the drops. creamy smoothies that were starting to run down her thighs. Right there, in the middle of her grandmother's room."

Even though she immediately recognized what he was reading, Missy needed a few more seconds to understand that this was really happening. That he was reading one of his dirty books to her. And one of the most clichés and unrealistic possible: an erotic fantasy of Little Red Riding Hood.

- How do you know I already read that book?! was all Missy could think to ask, panting as her eyes, wide with panic, met his.

- You gave him 05 stars in your public Skoob list. - Logan smiled shamelessly, before diverting his attention to the cell phone again - Now, be very quiet, or you'll miss the best part.

God, of course she knew which book he was talking about. She followed the author on social media, and when she announced that she would self-release that first book, Missy had gone out of her way to support a project she had always loved so much, including reviewing it, even though she knew no one would read it.

When could she imagine that handsome man with the devilish smile would use that to set a trap for her?

- Logan... - Blushing to the roots of her hair, Missy gasped, trying to stop him from reading further and possibly kill her with embarrassment - I don't think...

- Shhh... - he hissed and, before she could understand what was happening, that huge hand was already inside her shorts, with the fingertips directly against her clitoris, teasing her slowly - Just try to close your eyes and let your imagination do the rest. If it's too much for you, let's stop, okay? - he kissed her temple sweetly - But first, why don't you try a little? We both know a part of you is already itching…' He grinned in that sinful way again, running his fingers along her already slightly slippery entrance.

Letting out a groan of anticipation and surrender, Missy simply laid her head against his shoulder and spread her legs farther across his lap, giving those skilled hands better access, while Logan flashed her an approving smile before turning his attention back to her. for reading. She'd read that text enough times to know what was coming, and as much as her stomach was still tight with embarrassment, a new wave of moisture coated her pussy, making the sensitive flesh throb under Logan's fingers.

- "Suddenly, she saw: lying on the bed, making a much bigger bulge under the sheets than she ever remembered seeing her grandmother's frail body make, was an apparently sleeping figure, snoring softly as the fabric filled with ruffles rose and fell. With a fond smile, Lynn hurried to her grandmother's bed, feeling sorry for the poor thing. That autumn had been unnaturally cold, but the night before had been especially chilly, especially for an old lady with a cold. the bedside table the basket full of breads, cheeses and jams that she had prepared earlier that day, Lynn gently put her hand on the place where her grandmother's shoulder was, wanting to wake her, while listening to the sound of someone breathing deeply. However, instead of finding the fragile softness of her grandmother's thin arm, she found something rigid and muscular. Startled, she was ready to scream, when a sweet but extremely hoarse, almost male voice interrupted her.

- My dear! I'm glad you came to see me...-her speech was interrupted by a loud cough-I'm sorry about my state, but this cold has made me horrible. I even had to sleep on several sheets yesterday to try and stay warm. But tell me honey, did I bring my favorite blackberry jam?"

As strangely exciting a moment as it had been, Missy couldn't help but giggle when Logan tried to tune his voice to imitate the character. The fun, thankfully, also took some of the embarrassment she was still feeling with it, and Missy knew right away that he had done it on purpose. Sometimes, it was just amazing how he had come to know her well enough to know exactly what to do to make her calmer or more comfortable.

- Hey! Don't laugh at the big bad wolf! -Logan warned her, even though he couldn't control his own laughter either-Or he'll get you too! - at that moment, he sank two of those long fingers deep inside her, barely giving Missy the opportunity to notice that his expression had changed, becoming malicious, as if an obscene idea had just occurred to him, before her eyes closed in pleasure. And she didn't even have to open them to know he had that devilish smile on his face again when he continued.

- "Again, Lynn lost her speech. Something inside her was on alert, believing that something was very wrong. However, around her, everything seemed in order. Her grandmother's things were practically all neatly organized, with the exception of the coffee pot. tea. But maybe she had just left it there because she was tired and anxious to lie down. The door didn't look like it had been broken in or anything that might reveal the presence of a thief. Her voice was very strange, but everyone in the village knew that she was terribly cold. Perhaps she had that wrong impression when she touched her arm just because of the huge amount of sheets... Even though the touch had seemed very real to her... Shaking her head to dispel those thoughts, Lynn just tilted her head towards her still face. completely covered in your grandmother and spoke...”

At that moment, Logan stopped reading and, surprised, Missy realized that she had really let herself be involved by that husky voice, letting the scenario build itself in her mind and, as always, automatically exchanging the faces of the characters for theirs, as it was. becoming customary. With even more surprise, Missy found that she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from asking him to read on or go back to finger-fucking her so she could find whatever relief there was before she spontaneously combusted with the prospect of hearing him read a sex scene.

- I think we both agree that I'm not very good at imitating female voices, right? – he smiled wickedly – Would you like to do the honors?

- You... Do you want me to read with you? she stammered, bewildered.

- I want you to read with me and for me. – Logan's smile widened, becoming impossibly more cheeky, as his eyes sparkled – We might end up making this a tradition of our game nights: reading each other a bedtime story.

- I don't know why... - trying to use a little humor to contain her excitement, Missy gently rocked her hips on the erection pressed against her ass - But I have the impression that your reading is not intended to make me sleepy .

- Well, then it will be a little story to fuck. - He laughed sensually, making her gasp - And then lullaby. Or maybe... - the intense lustful gleam in his eyes made an involuntary moan escape from between her lips - A lullaby would make you more... Tired enough to sleep, don't you think? he asked speculatively.

- Theater? – she asked, confused – What do you mean?

-Oh, I'll show you... – he leaned over and lowered his nose to her neck, caressing her gently – Now, read your speech.