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Luncheon With Logan	By : deegdavis Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 2788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Luncheon With Logano
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LUNCHEON WITH LOGAN
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Whoever said the way to a man抯 heart was through his stomach?

揌ey, you know I love you,� I wrap my arms around his middle,攍ittle
flaws and all.�

He flexes those massive biceps, puffs up his pecs, 揊laws?� His
affront is fake, 揋ot your arms around hundred and ten percent perfection,
woman.�

My grasp slips lower. Groping posterior perfection, I nibble
his lower lip, 揗mm-hmm,� and grind my hips into his.

揇on抰 do that unless you mean business,� he growls, his
arms encircling me, one hand pressing into the small of my back.

Tracing his lips with my tongue, 揕ater lover,� I tease
thinking more about returning pages, charting I抳e let go far too long, a
myriad of tedious tasks.

揘ah ah, darlin�,� he says and forces my lips with his
demanding tongue.

�揥hat do you think
your doing?� I purr as his lips sear a path over my neck.
��
�His breath tickles my
ear. 揝eein� what I can get away with.� His hand encircles my breast.

Whoa cowboy! I wasn抰 planning on this.� I push back, 揕ogan! Are you crazy?�

揗mm hmm,� he says pulling me close.� 揅razy 慴out you,� he murmurs and nibbles my
earlobe.

揑抣l say. Quit it.� Some how that doesn抰
come out as convincing as I抎 like. By the way his hands wander up and
down my back and how he punishes me with that luscious mouth of his, he抯 not
convinced either.

Oh Lord! What am I going to do? 揑抳e梘ot afternoon clinic.�

揑n an hour,� he counters, tasting my neck.
�
My mind抯 telling me this is a foolish idea. �I抦 a responsible adult. Adults don抰 behave
this way. B S they don抰 Sassy-Girl. Admit it; he抯 pushing your buttons and
you like it.

Quickies are so much more trouble than they抮e worth. He
gets off and I end up with wet panties and a whole lotta frustration.�

Oh, damn the wet panties! The tingling thighs, the ache in
your breasts feels so good. �You want it.
You want him.

I抳e got so much to do and I抦 so far behind. Pish! Once I get stuff done there抯 always more.

We might get caught. Yes, that would be embarrassing. Oh
come on! It抯 no secret around here we抮e a couple.

�揂ahh, oohh,� I gasp
feeling his hot mouth on my breast. He just pressed my no return button. 揧ou
know, this is breaking a hard� � my fingers explore the huge bulge in his
jeans, 搮and fast rule of mine.��

He groans, 揥hat抯 that darlin?� before devouring my mouth.

Breathless I reply, 揑 forgot.�
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擫ock the door,� he murmurs between showering kisses over my
breasts.

Parting for a second, I flip the lock. Leaning against the
door I rake him over. So damn arrogant, powerful, virile; an irresistible sex
deity.� Screw my rules! I dive into his
arms.

Our mouths lock in combustible passion. Roving hands under
my skirt ignite a fire between my legs.

Tugging loose his shirt, I raise goose bumps raking my hands
up his back and chest.牋 Grabbing taut glutei,
I pull him tight to me. ��

With a lusty growl, he grabs me 憆ound the hips and lifts me
off the floor. �I wrap my legs around his
waist, my arms around his neck. Feeling him press against my crotch, I抦
getting damp. He carries me to the closest examining room. 揗y turn to play
doctor,� he says with a suggestive wiggle of his brows.� I can抰 suppress a laugh.
�
Caught in the surge of reckless passion, we tear at each
other. Quick work he makes of my blouse and bra. I moan far too loudly when his
tongue laves my hard, aching nipples.

Wrestling with his belt, 揇amn, stupid redneck buckle,� I
curse under my breath. Slowly, carefully I ease his zipper down and slip his jeans
below his hips. Oh my god! He is exquisite.�
It thrills me to stroke his throbbing man muscle. If this relationship
fizzles, I ruined for life. No man will ever measure up.

Skilled hands travel sensuously over my flesh, teasing my
secret places. His touch, smooth as satin, fans the flame of desire and I flush
in anticipation. Unexpectedly he pauses. Warm fingers slide between fabric and
flesh and I hear the 憇hish� of a claw unsheathing.

揇on抰 you dare cut my underwear,� I warn between lip locks.

He growls, ravishes my mouth and adroitly slips them down my
legs. �Blue satin and lace puddle on the
floor, easily forgotten as sensuous fingers dip into
my juices and begin to polish my pearl.

Indescribable warmth radiates through my core as his caress
heightens an over powering yearning to merge. 揥ant you,� I moan and coax him
to me. God, for more time! �I ache to feel
his tongue on my jewel.

Reaching, I take hold and stroke
him. Wanting more, I anoint myself with his precious fluid. So smooth, hard and
hot, I must have him. �Angling my hips, I
gasp, 揚lease!�

憫Not yet.� He kisses my knee; then the other. Kneeling, his
lips journey leisurely the length of my thighs. Taking it between his lips and
tongue, first ever so lightly, my bud blossoms like a flower.

Falling back onto the table, warmth becomes heat. My legs
tremble. My pelvis rockets off the table jettisoning any remaining inhibitions
into the cosmos. My body beseeches to welcome him inside. 揕ogan! Now. Oh please, fuck me.�

He knows better and continues to feast like a hungry animal.

Suddenly, awareness turns inward. Time seems to expand and
contract concurrently. I抦 on the edge. I抦 falling. I抦 overcome by wave upon
wave of rapture. Groaning loudly, startling myself, my legs close around his
head. �He doesn抰 stop and I come again
and again. Just when I think I can抰 take any more, he growls lustfully and
pulls back.

I look into his eyes, blazing with raw desire. His lips
curve into an anticipating leer. His chin抯 coated with my nectar. He抯 so
ready. His rod throbs and weeps with need.�

Grabbing my buttocks, holding me captive, he pushes in
slowly, as far as he can go.
Holding there, I feel every solid bit of him. Tantalizingly,
he retreats and advances 梠ver and over; again filling my senses to
overflowing.
�
Wrapping my legs around his waist
and bracing my arms against the table, I feel my innards close around him like
a vice. I抦 beyond intelligible verbalization.

Grasping me about the shoulders
for balance, his head whips back and I see his muscles grow taut. He groans,
揝queeze it woman.�
�
I do and watch him; mesmerized by
his expression, those incredible sounds he makes when he lets go. He closes his
eyes, arches his back and rams into me; fast, hard, deep.

It抯 wild. I抦 wet. He抯 hot. I
feel every single thrust and spasm. He buries his face into my neck but I
search his mouth to kiss him and taste myself. My God! Can I get any more
turned on?

Oh yes; and again, I抦 coming. 揙h god, yes! Logan!�
Clutching him desperately, I ride the crest of feral carnality.� The urge to give is as strong as the urge to
get. �

He comes with a roar of satisfaction, allaying any fear I
have that he isn抰 getting and
believe me he抯 giving; so much I
think it抣l explode out the top of my head.

Too soon, it抯 done but every fiber of me wants to savor
this fleeting, beautiful moment. Joined as one in flesh and spirit, it抯 the
ultimate expression of love.

Unwillingly, I return to myself, becoming aware of our
thundering heart beats and ragged breath. I hear him breathe, 揑 love you,�
into my ear.

My fingertips feather, glossy, perspiration dampened hair
falling over his brow, 揑 love you too.敔牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋牋�
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He gently caresses my cheek, traces my shoulder and collar bone
and pulls away. �I grip him tighter with
my legs. 揘o. Not yet,� I whisper.

Taking me into burly arms, he holds me there until he抯
relaxed. My body reluctantly releases him. He brushes his lips against mine and
I want to weep with joy and contentment.

In a gesture both tender and practical, he reaches for a wad
of tissues and wipes away the obvious residue.�
揇on抰 want ya havin� the drips all afternoon,� he teases and fastens
his jeans.

Smoothing down my skirt, I can抰 help but blush and
giggle.� In no time were composed like
nothing抯 happened.

揌ey you,� I say as he heads for the door 揃etter wipe that
grin off your face.
Somebody抯 liable to think you抮e a friendly, likable kind
o抔uy.�

He knits his brow and snorts, 揇amn! Can抰 have that, can
we?�

His scowl lasts all of five seconds. With a playful sparkle
in his eyes he displays my under panties.

�Tsk! Gimme
those,� I giggle.

揅ome and get 慹m,� he teases and hold them high, out of my
reach.

I tickle his ribs, 揃rat!��
�

Terminally ticklish, he dodges, 揙k, ok. I抣l let ya win
this one, darlin�,� he laughs and hands them over.�

揌ah!� I exclaim and shove him out the door with a swat on
his backside and you抣l never guess who was coming down the corridor.

揕ogan.
What the hell have you been up to?� demands Mr. Micro Manager himself, also
known as Scott Summers.

With absolute calm, point-blank clarity my man replies, 揌avin� sex with my woman.�

Scott, accustomed to Logan抯
rude, chain jerking comebacks, pay no heed. 揜ight. Don抰 forget grades are due
in this afternoon. Three thirty, Logan.�

Then, I have absolutely no idea what got into me and I
probably lost points with Scott but I didn抰 care--much. Grinning ear to ear, I
dangle my panties.

His jaw hit the floor and his brows got lost in his
forehead. �I miss most of his mumblings
as he turns tail and runs in the opposite direction. I do hear something about�
this is a school� not a whorehouse卲roper time and place.

For a split second I feared Logan might blow a gasket over the whorehouse
comment.
Instead, he slams the door and practically falls back into
my office, �Suzie, that was freakin�
priceless!� he laughs.

揑t was,� I boast. 揚oor Scott, we抳e insulted his
sensibilities.� My sympathy抯 false. 揑 don抰 know what got into me,� I grin
wickedly. 揋uess the devil made me do it.�

We laugh in until tears run down our cheeks and our belly抯
ache. �

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