Nicole Edwards - Entrusted

No, Elijah looked like the type of guy who would be at the helm of a situation such as this, commanding the interaction, pulling the strings per se.

Just because he looked like a man who wanted to be in control, didn’t necessarily mean that he was. Logan already knew what Elijah was looking for.

Another part of the plan.

“Your wife is very beautiful,” Elijah said with only a brief hint of an accent.

Logan didn’t respond. At least not to Elijah’s statement.

“What do you want me to do, Sam?” Logan asked, focusing his full attention on his wife. This was exactly how Logan had intended tonight to go.

Logan knew Sam. He knew that she was mollifying him with her agreement to try out BDSM. Although Xander might’ve thought this would deter Sam from wanting a threesome, Logan had known better. And the way she was watching Elijah confirmed his suspicions. This was what she wanted.

As far as he was concerned, the swing was indeed the type of bondage he could get on board with, so he wasn’t opposed to experimenting from time to time. But he had also come to the conclusion that the type of interaction he’d seen between Xander and Mercedes just wasn’t for him. He could bring himself to spank Sam on occasion – with his hand – but anything else was out of the question. It just didn’t do it for him. Granted, he might find a few other BDSM related activities they could try, but he wasn’t sure it was even necessary.

Logan had the feeling Sam was still more interested in a threesome. He knew he definitely was.

“Fuck me,” she said on a breathless moan, her eyes transfixed on their visitor. “Fuck me hard, Logan.”

“You like being watched?” Elijah asked, and Logan noticed Sam’s eyes flare with what was unquestionably heat. His wife did like an audience. More importantly, she liked the concept of a threesome.

“Yes,” she responded, the single word punctuated by Logan’s thrust.

“Then I’ll watch,” Elijah confirmed, his hands in his pockets as he stood casually by.

Logan could no longer wait. Elijah’s presence, his eyes on Sam’s gloriously naked body, while she was being fucked, was more than he could stand.

“Look at me, Sam,” Logan ordered.

Her eyes moved to his quickly, a radiant smile breaking out on her face.

“Hard and fast.” It wasn’t a question, but he said the words anyway.

“Yes, please.”

“When you come, I want to hear my name on your lips,” he told her, his voice steady as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

It could’ve been a minute, it could’ve been ten, hell, Logan had no idea but when Sam screamed his name, her pussy gripping him like a velvet fist, Logan lost all control. He slammed into her once, twice, three more times before he came violently, his thighs trembling from the intensity.

Logan made quick work of cleaning himself up, tucking his spent cock back into his slacks and then tending to Sam gently. After helping her out of the swing, and assisting her back into her dress, Logan turned around to introduce Sam to…

No one.

Elijah was gone.

The next day…

Elijah Penn hit the end button on his cell phone and then clutched it in his hand as he slipped into his Acura RLX waiting patiently for him in the downtown Dallas parking garage of Virtual Impact, Inc.

He’d just finished a conference call with one of the sales managers in VI’s Singapore office and had managed to sneak out of the building before another fire could erupt. Considering it was early Tuesday morning across the globe, he knew if he were to stick around much longer, the likelihood of someone demanding his attention in the very near future grew exponentially.

Elijah dropped his phone into the cup holder and then started the car, buckling his seatbelt as he stared out into the darkness of the parking garage. Shit. As with most days that he left the office – when he was actually in the office – it was already dark outside and that did little to improve his mood.

He was feeling a little burned out and the sad thing was that it was only Monday. After a solid twelve hours in the office, he was finally leaving, the conference call tying up the last of the pressing issues he’d encountered upon his arrival that morning. The day had seemed never-ending.

It didn’t help that he’d spent most of the past weekend in their newly constructed offices in Florida, assisting their director of sales with getting things set up. While he’d been doing that, another weekend had come and gone.

Of course, working twenty-four/seven was his fault entirely. His life now revolved around work. And there was no one to blame but himself.

Rather than head home when his plane had returned him safely back to Texas yesterday afternoon, Elijah had made the mistake of going into the office. After spending several hours on the phone – on a Sunday – Elijah had finally had enough. His overdue bout with frustration had led him to Devotion and ultimately to meeting – although not officially – Samantha McCoy.

Fuck. The memory of what he’d seen last night jolted him, at once reviving his mood.

After the day he’d just had, part of him wanted to head home and call it a night. The other part of him was interested in something else entirely.

Then again, he wasn’t up to being alone at the moment.

Not tonight.

Rather than dwell on going home to a cold, lonely house, he opted to look on the bright side. It wasn’t an easy task for him, but he’d been attempting to do just that for the last few years.

The first positive: he should’ve been on another airplane, several hours into a twenty-hour flight, but luckily, the spur of the moment trip that would’ve taken him out of the country that morning had been cancelled at the last minute.

Being that he was a senior director for the global sales division of Virtual Impact, Inc., an industry leader in storage and server virtualization, Elijah was used to odd hours, impromptu trips out of the country, and yes, plenty of high drama.

For whatever reason, he had been granted a reprieve. At least for today. Which meant tonight, he was looking to go off the grid for a few hours. And yes, he had a place in mind.

Tomorrow would be here soon enough, so tonight, he had plans. Another thing to look forward to.

He was pulling out of the parking garage and onto the dark narrow road that would take him to the highway when his cell phone rang.

His car’s Bluetooth read off the number and he hit the talk button as soon as he recognized it. “Hello,” he greeted.

“I got your message,” Logan McCoy said, forgoing any pleasantries. Elijah was quite used to the American custom of getting right to the point by now, so it didn’t bother him.

“Thanks for calling me back,” Elijah said, his attention on the road in front of him. “Apologizing to your voicemail had seemed inappropriate.”

“Apologize?”

“Yeah. For disappearing on you last night,” Elijah stated bluntly. There was no need to beat around the bush; Elijah knew as well as Logan that his disappearance after that scene had been rude.

“What the fuck happened?” Logan asked, just as brusquely.

He’d lost his nerve, that’s what had happened. He had seen Samantha McCoy for the very first time and he’d been at a loss. It had nothing to do with the fact that she’d been restrained in a swing, being fucked into oblivion by her husband either. It had been what he’d seen in her eyes that had blindsided him.

“I fucked up,” he told Logan now, going for the truth.

“I took your disappearance to mean you weren’t interested.”

“Oh, I’m interested,” Elijah sighed heavily. A little too much.

“Funny way of showing it.”

“Again, I apologize. I just… I hadn’t expected that.”

“What? To find me fucking my wife?”

Elijah laughed, without an ounce of humor. There had been nothing remotely funny about what he’d witnessed last night. It had been intense, but not at all humorous.

“Explain it to me, Penn. The last thing I’m interested in is having my wife hurt. Do you understand me?”

“Loud and clear,” Elijah answered candidly. “I have no excuse. I… panicked. But I’d like to apologize to Samantha. Tonight.”

Logan’s heavy sigh gave Elijah a smidgen of hope. He was the first to admit that second chances were tough to come by.

“Yeah, you mentioned you were going to Devotion tonight,” Logan retorted.

Elijah had mentioned it on the voicemail he’d left Logan early that morning. It was an attempt to make amends for being a coward last night.

“Does this mean that I’ll see you and Samantha tonight?” Elijah asked.

“You will.” Logan’s voice was firm and confident, but Elijah heard something else in the man’s tone.

“But?” he encouraged, waiting patiently for what was to come.

“I’m not putting her through that again. You need to figure out if this is what you want before you show up.” There was a brief pause before Logan continued. “As it was, Sam asked about you. She’d seen us talking earlier in the evening. She’s not stupid, Elijah. She knew I had something planned.”

Elijah had met Logan last week during his first visit to X-hale, an upscale cigar bar owned by Xander Boone. An off the cuff invitation from Trent Ramsey, a man Elijah had known for many years after having met him in a hotel bar of all places, had sparked Elijah’s interest. It went without saying that Elijah had been curious enough to attend.

“Understood. I’d very much like to meet her,” Elijah said through clenched teeth. He could own up to his mistakes and even handle a dressing down when necessary, but it wasn’t easy. He had to remind himself that Logan had a damn good reason for being pissed off.