Nicole Edwards - Entrusted

“Logan.” His name came out on a breathy moan as she waited ever so impatiently for him to continue.

“I think you should go without these tonight,” Logan said as he hooked his fingers beneath the thin string of her thong along her hip.

Sam squeezed her thighs together, halting his progress. Go without panties? Tonight? “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she pleaded.

“I do.” His response left no room for argument and her body temperature rose even higher.

She loved the demanding side of Logan, the side that told her how much control he had over her. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t argue her point a little. It’s what she did. “What if I refuse?” she whispered.

“Then I’ll rip them right off of you,” he advised, his voice low and even, not at all threatening. It was a promise. A small smile tipped the corners of his mouth.

As much as she liked the idea, over the course of their marriage, Logan had ruined more than one pair of her panties, and she really was getting tired of replacing them.

“I’ll take them off,” she informed him as she tried to take a step back. His hands tightened on her hips, stilling her.

“I think I’d rather do the honors.”

Oh, hell. They might not make it out of the house if he kept this up.

Giving in, Sam stood still while Logan took his time lowering her panties until they slipped over her calves and landed on her feet. Stepping out of them, she grabbed them with her toes and lifted her foot, laughing with him while he took them from her. His other hand continued to roam beneath the dress, his fingers tormenting her mound as he brushed gently over her bare skin.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, a grin splitting his face because clearly he knew exactly what he did to her.

“I am,” she assured him. More than ready.

Logan rose to his feet but when she turned to head for the door, he stopped her by placing his hand on her arm.

“You won’t need this tonight either,” he said, his other hand sliding down her back, stopping on the strap of her bra.

Oh, hell.

Sam sucked in a deep breath and nodded. Arguing with him was a losing battle. Logan always got what he wanted. He had a way of making her melt into a puddle, which meant she would eventually cave. She’d learned not to pretend otherwise because it was a waste of time.

Logan slid the narrow straps of her dress down her arms, the silk effortlessly dropping past her breasts. He then easily unclasped her strapless bra and tossed it onto the bed. When his arms came around her, Sam leaned back into his embrace, relishing the feel of his warm hands on her naked breasts.

He was teasing her. On purpose.

Thankfully, he didn’t linger long. If he had, Sam wasn’t so sure they’d have made it out of the house. In fact, Logan went from relaxed to determined in the blink of an eye. So much so, Sam was surprised he even allowed her to put on her shoes, giving her barely enough time to strap them on before he was ushering her out of the house and into the Corvette.

She slid into the sleek car after he opened her door and let her head drop back on the headrest.

This was going to be one of those nights; she could feel it already.

“Elijah Penn, I’d like you to meet my wife, Samantha.”

Elijah noticed the way Sam’s eyes widened as her gaze strayed to his face. That was without doubt surprise glowing mysteriously in her eyes. Reaching out, Elijah took Sam’s hand, lifting it to his mouth as he kept his gaze locked with hers. He was supposed to say something; he knew that. He just couldn’t find the words.

“I invited him here tonight,” Logan explained. “The same as last night.”

Samantha retrieved her hand from his grasp and Elijah continued to watch her.

“Very nice to meet you, Samantha,” Elijah managed when he found his voice. “Would you mind if I buy you a drink?”

After turning to look at Logan briefly, Samantha leveled her stare on him once more. “I’d like that,” she said sweetly, linking her fingers with Logan’s tightly.

Elijah’s cock wasn’t the only part of his anatomy that had stood at attention as soon as he had laid eyes on Samantha McCoy in the shadows of the dimly lit club. His entire body was rock hard.

Thankfully, he had his jacket in place to hide the physical evidence of his arousal. But the jacket was doing little to keep his interest on the down low.

Elijah followed the couple to an empty table.

The three of them had managed to find an empty table in a relatively quiet spot where the music wasn’t blaring obnoxiously overhead. It also gave them a little privacy. Not that they needed it.

He waited for Samantha to take her seat before he lowered himself into the chair beside her. Yeah, he was pretty sure that shielding himself wasn’t doing much good because he could tell that the incredibly beautiful woman now seated beside him knew just how much she affected him. Both last night and tonight.

And she had.

More than he expected.

A waitress arrived instantly, taking their drink order and scurrying off. The awkward silence had nearly strangled him by the time the woman returned.

“Thank you,” Sam told him when the waitress delivered their drinks. “For the drink.”

Elijah grinned, glancing away from Sam and down to his drink now sitting in front of him, thankful for the shadows that partially hid his face. He didn’t know what Samantha might read in his expression, but he knew it would likely be enough to send her running in the opposite direction.

Elijah had absolutely no idea what it was, but his response to Samantha was... God, it was fucking unexpected. That’s what it was.

“My pleasure,” he told her, his gaze sliding up to meet hers once again.

Logan had mentioned more than once just how incredibly beautiful his wife was, but Elijah knew men did that all the time. In a husband’s eyes, his wife should be the most beautiful woman in the world. From experience, Elijah had expected Samantha to be pretty. He had not, however, expected her to be quite as resplendent as she was.

The woman was magnificent when she was naked, – something he had learned last night – but she was even more radiant in that short, shiny dress.

Ok, so maybe Samantha wasn’t drop dead, super model gorgeous, but she was incredibly attractive. More so than her outer beauty, there was something in her eyes, something that had reached out and grabbed a hold of him by his shirt collar. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he’d be damned if he knew what to do about it.

When he’d arrived at Devotion tonight, he had half expected to find out that he had imagined all of it. The way she had pulled him under her spell with just a look. It had been real. Very real.

“Tell me a little about yourself,” Sam said, her eyes darting over to Logan and then back to him. “I’m afraid my husband hasn’t told me anything about you.”

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Elijah said softly, smiling back at her. “I just met him last week.”

“The two of you just met?” Sam asked dubiously, her voice rising an octave or two as she glanced between the two of them.

“Technically, yes,” Logan answered ruefully. “However, I’ve known of Elijah for quite some time.”

Samantha laughed. “Well, that makes it all better then.”

“You could say we’re business associates, although we hadn’t met face to face until last night,” Elijah provided, smiling back at her.

“You’re…” Sam’s eyes widened as her sentence trailed off.

Elijah raised his eyebrows, encouraging her to continue.

“Elijah Penn.” Sam said his name, a hint of recognition in her tone as she looked at Logan who merely nodded. “Ahh, interesting. You’re with Virtual Impact.”

Interesting?

“I am.” Elijah wasn’t sure he needed to add anymore to that.

Sam’s smile confirmed it. “Well, it’s nice to put a face with a name. I’ve known of you for quite some time too.”

“I hope what you’ve heard has been good,” he teased.

“That depends,” Sam offered teasingly. “If XTX got the deal they were looking for, it was wonderful. If not… Well, you understand.”

Elijah laughed. Yes, he understood all too well. It was business. “I guess since you aren’t running from the table, it wasn’t bad enough to make you send me on my way.”

“If it were, I wouldn’t be sitting here now.”

Elijah believed her. Just the look in her pretty green eyes told him she didn’t say things she didn’t mean. And if Samantha didn’t like him, he already knew she wasn’t the type of woman who would sit there and pretend that she did.

“I guess it goes without saying that you’re a member of Devotion?” Again, Samantha glanced back and forth between him and Logan.

“I didn’t have to jump anyone at the door to get in, no.”

Samantha laughed, a hearty sound that sent an odd shiver down Elijah’s spine. What was it about this woman?

“Since you’re a member, I don’t have to assume that you’re interested in… What are you interested in, Mr. Penn?”

“Call me Eli, please,” he replied. Lowering his voice just a hint, he leaned in a little closer. “I’m interested in whatever you’re willing to offer.”

Samantha’s sharp inhale made his body harden. She wasn’t offended, that much he could tell.

“Since you obviously enjoy watching,” Samantha began, her voice lowered the same way his had been, “I’m wondering whether you like to participate.”

“Is that what you’re offering?” he asked bluntly.