‘Hi, sugar! I brought you some fresh lasagne.’
Logan eyed her sceptically. ‘You made lasagne?’
Gloria giggled. ‘Don’t be silly, honey. My cook made it this afternoon. I just thought you might enjoy it. What with Callie gone and all, I suspect you aren’t doing much cooking. I’ll just pop this in the oven for you.’
She brushed past him and marched into the kitchen as if she belonged there. With a mutter of irritation, Logan closed the door and followed her. He leaned against the kitchen doorjamb and crossed his arms over his chest.
‘Make me a vodka martini, would you?’ Gloria flashed him a pert smile and began prancing around the kitchen as she checked the oven temperature, added Parmesan cheese to the lasagne and laid the table.
For a moment, Logan watched her. She was wearing a tight, little suit jacket cut low enough to reveal a considerable amount of her fleshy cleavage and a skirt that showed off the full length of her rounded legs. Her blonde hair was perfectly teased, her face made up to perfection. She had a flagrant, overt sexuality that was the exact opposite of Callie’s unpretentious nature. Overt sexuality always had an effect on a man’s prick.
‘Gloria, I have court tomorrow,’ Logan said. ‘I have a lot of work to do this evening.’
‘Well, you can’t do it on an empty stomach, now, can you?’ Gloria reached out to pat his stomach as she sailed past him. Then she paused and lifted her eyebrows, letting her fingertips trail over his abdomen. ‘My goodness, Logan. You have quite a washboard stomach there, don’t you?’
Logan moved away from her and opened the drinks cabinet. ‘One drink and then you’re leaving.’
Gloria’s lower lip jutted outwards in a mild sulk. ‘Really, Logan. Here I bring you dinner and you don’t even invite me to stay?’
Logan sighed. ‘I said I have work to do tonight.’
‘And plenty of time to do it in.’ Gloria looked into the bread bin and removed half a baguette.
‘So, how’s Ted, Gloria?’ Logan asked dryly. He handed her the martini and watched her slice the bread.
She threw him another smile. ‘Fabulous, sugar, just fabulous. Come now, sit down.’
She downed half her martini and filled two plates with bread and lasagne. Logan’s stomach rumbled at the smell of the rich tomato sauce and cheese. Figuring he could throw Gloria out after they ate, he sat down across from her and picked up his silverware.
‘There, see, isn’t this nice?’ Gloria asked. ‘I really can’t stand the thought of you alone here every night.’
‘Believe me, I’m fine.’ Logan was in no mood to engage in idle chatter, least of all with Gloria Harper.
She nibbled a piece of lasagne and looked at him. ‘Callie said you were too controlled.’
‘What?’
‘That’s what she said when she came to see me after she left. Something about the fact that she didn’t feel like she knew you at all. She also mentioned that your sex life wasn’t exactly satisfying.’
‘Jesus.’ Logan shoved his plate away and reached for his scotch. ‘What are you, her psychotherapist?’
‘I’m her sister,’ Gloria said earnestly. ‘She trusts me with these things. And really, Logan, I’m sure she tried to talk to you about them as well.’
‘I don’t even know what that means,’ Logan snapped. ‘She doesn’t know me? Is that some sort of code or something? And I’m too controlled because I happen to believe in dignity?’ He downed his scotch and wiped his mouth, glowering at Gloria. ‘And there is nothing wrong with our sex life.’
Gloria blinked. ‘I wasn’t the one who said that, sugar. But then, I also wasn’t the one who had a sex life with you.’
‘Thank heavens for that,’ Logan muttered. He ripped apart a piece of bread. What nerve Callie had, discussing the intimate details of their relationship with Gloria, of all people.
‘Now, Logan, there’s no need to be rude to me simply because you couldn’t satisfy your wife.’ Gloria stood up and took her plate to the sink, her hips swaying.
Logan sighed, well aware that she was trying to needle him. ‘Thanks for the lasagne, Gloria. Now goodnight.’
‘Or maybe it was the other way around.’ Gloria reached over to take his plate, letting her full breasts press against his shoulder. ‘Maybe Callie couldn’t satisfy you.’
‘I am not about to discuss this with you.’
‘Pity. A little discussion might change things.’
Logan glared at her. ‘There are no “things” that need to be changed.’
Gloria laughed and swallowed the last of her martini. She hitched herself up on to the table next to him and crossed her legs.
‘Darling, if that were the case, then Callie wouldn’t have left you,’ she said. ‘Women want men who really know how to
take
them. Like James Bond, for instance. You never saw him being wishy-washy about going after a woman, did you? Of course not. That’s because he knew how to make them really feel like women.’ She pursed her lips and began swinging one leg thoughtfully. ‘That’s what you have to do, sugar. Make a woman feel like a woman.’
‘Gloria, if you’re trying to seduce me again, it’s not working.’ Even as Logan said the words, his prick hardened in his jeans. It wasn’t an odd result, given that his eyes were on a level with Gloria’s cleavage. The woman’s chest could rival that of any porn star.
She laughed again. ‘I’m not trying to seduce you, Logan. I’m trying to make you seduce me.’
‘That’s not working either.’ He glared at her, but refused to move away. He’d be damned if this woman would get the better of him.
Gloria heaved a sigh. ‘Oh, sugar, don’t make me think that Callie was right about you. I didn’t believe her, you know. In fact, I told her that you could probably make me come just by looking at me the right way.’ She smiled. ‘Who do you want to prove right? Me or her?’
‘Neither one of you.’ Logan pushed his chair away from the table, which proved to be his first mistake.
Gloria quickly slipped her high-heeled shoe off and placed her foot on Logan’s thigh. He groaned inwardly. Sure, he had wondered what it would be like to fuck Gloria, but he’d never had any intention of actually finding out. He’d thought that his sex life with Callie was enough. Apparently, she didn’t feel the same way. A growing sense of bitterness filled the back of Logan’s throat. Who did Callie think she was, anyway? She came from a lower-class background, and she’d only ever been able to dream of living the kind of life he’d given her. Walking out on him and mouthing off about their sex life is the way she’d chosen to repay him? He didn’t need that kind of gratitude.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at Gloria. Her foot moved closer to his crotch as her toes brushed against the bulge in his jeans.
‘Come on, Logan,’ she purred. ‘Just once, OK? You know I’ve wanted this ever since you married Callie. And she never has to know. I wouldn’t want to hurt her in any way.’
She scooted her arse up to the edge of the table and placed her other foot on his thigh. Then her fingers went to the buttons of her suit jacket. She winked at him with a false eyelash and began unfastening the buttons. Logan watched without expression as the full curves of Gloria’s breasts came into view. She wore a pastel-pink teddy that barely covered her nipples, which jutted forward like a couple of bullets. Definitely nothing like her sister.
Gloria smiled and began circling her nipples with her fingernails. ‘Nice, huh? Men have always loved my tits.’
She reached behind her to unzip her skirt and wriggled out of it, leaving herself clad only in the skimpy lingerie. She had a creamy, fleshy body that looked as if it were designed for the sole purpose of carnal pleasure. Logan’s prick strained against the button fly of his jeans as Gloria slid off the table and approached him. Her fingers quickly worked his fly, then she grasped the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down over his hips. Logan didn’t bother trying to stop her. She murmured a little cooing noise in her throat as she grasped his penis and started to kneel.
Logan grabbed her arms to stop her. ‘No.’
She gave him quizzical look. ‘No?’
‘You said you wanted to fuck me, so fuck.’ Damn, her fist was tight around his cock.
‘Well, aren’t you impatient?’ Gloria giggled and thrust her hips forward. ‘Undo me then, would you?’
Logan reached between her legs and yanked at the poppers of the teddy. He rubbed one finger over her pussy and felt the viscous heat of her dampening his hand. Gloria gave a moan and twisted her nipples between her fingers.
‘Mmm, nice touch, sugar. A little higher . . . yeah, right there.’
Logan reached up to pull the cups of her bra down, exposing her large nipples to his gaze. Without thinking, he captured one of her nipples between his lips and rolled it over his tongue. Gloria gasped and moved closer, planting her legs on either side of him as she straddled his lap. The warmth and scent of her body surged up between them. Logan clutched her hips and pulled her forward, settling her over his cock. With a wriggle, a giggle and a slide, Gloria sank down on to him and began to ride. She was a full-blown expert at this, her inner muscles squeezing and releasing as her body bounced up and down. Her hot breath brushed against his jaw.
‘Take off your shirt,’ she gasped. ‘I love feeling a man’s chest against my nipples.’
Logan pulled his shirt off, thinking that this woman was going to milk him dry with those muscles. She was working herself into quite a frenzy, her head thrown back and her skin flushed pink. She sidled forward and rubbed her tits against his chest in time with her undulations.
‘Oh, yes,’ she groaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. ‘God, sugar, I knew you’d have a cock like a rod of fucking steel. Filling me to the brim, you are. Ah, that feels so, so incredible.’
She pulled back slightly and rubbed her hands over his damp chest, giving a happy sigh as she traced every muscle. ‘Logan, you could be another Bond if you tried.’
‘I don’t know about that, but you do put Pussy Galore to shame.’
Gloria giggled with delight and began accelerating her springy movements. The slick moistness of her seemed to spread through Logan’s body. But as much as he liked being snugly ensconced in Gloria’s pussy, Logan disliked more the passive position she’d put him in. He grabbed her around the waist and stood in one swift movement. Gloria gave a little yelp and tightened her arms around his neck.
‘Logan!’
He spread her out on the table, reaching down to push her thighs apart as he descended upon her. She stared up at him with both shock and exhilaration. With a grunt, Logan pushed into her and braced his hands on either side of her head. He slammed into her repeatedly, making Gloria squeal her pleasure in short, loud bursts, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Logan tugged at her nipples with his lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist and forced him in even deeper. Logan gritted his teeth and reined in his control as long as he could, feeling Gloria’s pussy convulse tightly around him. Then, he pulled out and stroked his cock until a wave coursed through his body and his come spilled on to the pastel-pink lingerie still covering Gloria’s belly.
‘Oh, honey.’ She opened her eyes and stared at him, reaching up to wipe a trickle of sweat off her forehead. ‘That was amazing. Callie is obviously out of her mind.’
Logan pulled away from her and reached for his jeans. After putting them on, he handed her a teatowel. Gloria sat up slowly, still looking rather dazed.
‘Sugar, make me another martini, would you?’
Logan was tempted to refuse, but he realised it would be callous to throw her out immediately. He poured another martini and handed it to her. She swallowed half of it and patted her neck with the teatowel.
‘You can get dressed now,’ Logan said evenly.
Gloria blinked at him. ‘Darling, don’t tell me you’re upset with me. Come on, we both wanted to try this, didn’t we? I wanted to find out for myself what you were really like, and you . . . well, you wanted to find out what it was like to fuck me. All men want that, you know.’
Logan shook his head. ‘I’m not upset with you, Gloria. It was great, but it’s not going to happen again. And I do have a lot of work to do this evening.’
Gloria’s lip thrust forward in another pout, but she bent to retrieve her skirt and slip it on. ‘So why did Callie say those things about you?’
Logan felt his muscles tense with irritation. ‘I don’t know. Frankly, I don’t even know if she said them at all.’
Gloria’s eyes widened. ‘Of course she did. I wouldn’t lie to you.’
‘No? You won’t lie to me, but you’ll lie to your husband and sister?’
‘I’m not lying to Ted or Callie,’ Gloria retorted. ‘I’m just not telling them certain things. There’s nothing wrong with that.’
Logan dragged a hand down his face and sighed. He suddenly felt very weary. ‘I’m going to call you a cab.’
‘Don’t be silly. I can drive.’
Logan ignored her protest and called for a cab. After he made sure she was heading safely home, he cleaned up the kitchen and tried to ignore the hollow feeling inside. Given that his wife had left him without the briefest explanation, Logan didn’t think it was necessary to feel guilty about screwing Gloria. Still, he went upstairs and took another scorching hot shower.