OBSESSION

NINE

Bethany stepped out of the sleek town car, her breath catching as she looked up at the towering building before her.

Logan's penthouse was housed in one of Seattle's most exclusive high-rises, an architectural marvel of steel and glass that seemed to slice into the sky. The building exuded a quiet, refined luxury—grand in its design, but without a hint of ostentation. Its facade was an intricate lattice of reflective panels and metal, mirroring the lights of the city and casting a shimmering, ethereal glow across the surrounding streets.

As they approached the entrance, Bethany couldn't help but feel a thrill of awe mixed with excitement. A wide set of marble steps led up to sleek, blackened steel doors, lit softly by golden sconces that lent the entryway an air of elegance and mystery. She couldn't help but steal a glance at Logan, noting the way he walked with a calm, self-assured stride, as if this grand setting was as natural to him as breathing.

Just inside the doors, the doorman greeted them, a distinguished older man with a salt-and-pepper beard and a twinkle of familiarity in his eye. His suit was immaculate, his posture straight, and his warm, easy smile softened the formal atmosphere of the lobby.

"Good evening, Mr. Chase," the doorman greeted with a respectful nod and a hint of friendliness. "It's been a little while since we've seen you around here."

Logan returned the nod, his own smile understated but genuine. "Evening, Henry. Hope you've been keeping the place in order for me."

The doorman chuckled, his gaze flickering to Bethany. "Always, sir. And welcome, Miss. I hope you enjoy your evening."

Bethany returned the smile, a blush warming her cheeks as she nodded. "Thank you, Henry."

Logan placed a reassuring hand on the small of her back as they stepped through the opulent lobby. It was a masterpiece of modern design, with soaring ceilings that opened up into a vast, open space. The floors were polished granite, so perfectly reflective that they seemed like a mirror, capturing the glow of the intricate crystal chandelier above. The chandelier was breathtaking, a cascade of crystals that shimmered in soft, warm tones, casting intricate patterns of light across the walls.

Large, bold paintings adorned the walls—abstract but powerful pieces in shades of deep blue, emerald green, and hints of gold—contrasting beautifully with the clean, minimalist lines of the space. The quiet hum of sophisticated jazz music played softly in the background, adding to the luxurious ambiance.

Logan led her toward a private elevator in a discreet corner of the lobby, with brushed gold accents framing the polished wood doors. He pressed the button, and the doors slid open soundlessly, revealing a spacious interior lined with rich, dark wood and velvet accents, the lighting warm and intimate. It was a private space, designed to make anyone feel like royalty for a few moments.

As soon as the doors closed, sealing them off from the rest of the world, the restraint they'd maintained throughout the car ride melted away. The anticipation between them, which had simmered quietly during the drive, finally boiled over.

Logan turned to her, his gaze dark and intense, and in an instant, his hands found her waist, pulling her close. His mouth descended onto hers, his kiss urgent and consuming, his touch sending a rush of warmth through her body. Bethany's hands slid up his chest, feeling the firm, lean muscles beneath his suit as she kissed him back with equal fervor. Her fingers curled around his lapels, pulling him closer, anchoring herself as the elevator rose smoothly through the floors.

He kissed her with an intensity that left her breathless, their mouths moving in perfect sync, as though this moment had been building since the first time they'd met. Logan's hands moved over her waist, gripping her firmly yet gently, grounding her even as her mind seemed to blur with desire. Her pulse raced, each touch, each soft groan igniting a fire that was impossible to ignore.

Logan's lips left her mouth to trail along her jawline, sending a delicious shiver down her spine as he tasted the soft skin of her neck. She could feel his warm breath against her skin, the gentle scrape of his stubble adding a raw edge to the softness of his kiss. Her fingers roamed over his chest, her body pressing into his, craving the closeness she'd been denied in the town car.

His hands traced her waist, settling just above the curve of her hips, possessive and yet gentle, as if he was savoring every second. She was completely lost in him, every nerve in her body alight, her heart pounding as if in time with the smooth ascent of the elevator.

A soft ding brought them back to the present, signaling their arrival at the top floor. Breathless, Bethany pulled back slightly, her lips tingling, her cheeks flushed. Logan's eyes met hers, and for a moment, she saw not just desire, but something deeper—a quiet intensity, a need that mirrored her own.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that sent a thrill down her spine.

She nodded, taking a steadying breath, still feeling the lingering heat of his touch on her skin. Logan took her hand, leading her out of the elevator and into his penthouse, where the doors opened to reveal a breathtaking space that seemed to float above the city itself. The entire front wall was made of floor-to-ceiling glass, offering a panoramic view of Seattle's skyline, the glittering lights stretching out as far as the eye could see.

The penthouse was luxurious but understated, decorated in rich, muted tones of gray and navy, with touches of dark wood and polished metal. The living area was spacious, with plush, low-slung sofas and an elegant fireplace that cast a soft glow over the room. Modern art adorned the walls, each piece carefully chosen to add color and vibrancy without overwhelming the minimalist decor.

Bethany took it all in, awe-struck. But her attention quickly returned to Logan, who was watching her with a small, knowing smile.

"What do you think?" he asked softly, his voice warm and inviting.

"It's beautiful," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Feels like a world apart from everything else."

Logan's hand slid up her arm, tracing a slow path to her shoulder as he leaned closer. "That's the idea," he murmured. His hand found her cheek, and he brushed his thumb along her jawline before pressing his lips to hers once more, capturing her in a kiss that felt like both a promise and a beginning.

This time, there was no need for restraint. The city lights faded into the background as they moved toward each other with a passion that left no room for hesitation. Bethany wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her as they kissed, her fingers weaving through his hair. Logan's hands settled on her hips, drawing her close, grounding her even as her senses soared, lost in the taste of his kiss and the warmth of his embrace.

Without warning, Logan's hands traveled down until he was lifting her, her back pressed against the door and her legs straddling his waist His kiss deepened as his hands traveled up her thighs until it reached the lace of her thong. He unceremoniously ripped them apart with just one hand, giving him free access to her core. It was as if knowing this spurred him on.

Eager to level the playing field, Bethany disrobbed him of his suit jacket, then his shirt, leaving him standing in his slacks and undershirt. Her desire was growing to be unbearable, Bethany could feel it pooling at her center and she wanted nothing more than to be relieved of the unforgiving ache.

Logan walked her over to his couch, depositing her there. Logan now stood over her, his figure imposing yet inviting, his presence filling the room with a quiet, smoldering intensity.

The crisp white of his undershirt clung to him in all the right places, accentuating the strong lines of his chest and the defined muscles of his arms. Even through the fabric, Bethany could make out the ridges of his torso, his strength apparent in every subtle shift and movement.

His warm brown hair was mussed from her fingers, adding a roguish edge to his otherwise controlled appearance. But it was his eyes—those deep, forest-green eyes—that held her captive. They were darkened now, clouded with a desire that mirrored her own, his gaze roaming over her with raw, unapologetic longing.

In one slow, deliberate movement, Logan lifted the hem of his undershirt and pulled it over his head, letting it drop to the floor without a glance. Bethany's breath caught as she took in the sight before her.

His chest was broad and firm, a light dusting of brown hair tracing his collarbone and leading down the center of his torso. The hair tapered off just below his navel, forming a faint, tantalizing trail that disappeared beneath the waistband of his slacks, drawing her attention to the buckle of his belt.

His skin was warm and sun-kissed, the muscles along his chest and abdomen flexing subtly with each breath, as though he was holding back, carefully measured even now. Bethany's gaze followed the trail of hair, her fingers itching to trace it down, her pulse quickening with the anticipation of his touch.

Her mind flashed back to the night at her apartment, how he was able to drive her insane with just his mouth. That is when an idea appeared in her head.

Bethany's fingers shook as she reached for the leather belt around his waist, easily unbuckling it, and the buttons to his slacks, causing them both to fall around his ankles. He wore a pair of black breifs that poorly concealed his erection beneath. She traced the large outline with her fingertips causing him to shudder.

She enjoyed the power she had over him in this moment, she was sure that she could ask him anthing and he would obilge. Curling her fingers beneath the band, Bethany pulled down his breifs, his erection springing free from the restraint.

She gripped it at the base, marveling in the weight. He was hard like metal, yet his skin soft as silk. She looked up, catching his eye as she took his entire length into her mouth. Logan let out a gutteral moan, inspiring her confidence.

Bethany was unrelenting, balancing herself on her hindlegs. Logan moaned as he gripped the back of her head, thrusting into her mouth.

He cursed as he came closer to his c****x, pulling his member out of her mouth, making a popping sound to come out of her lips.

She was shocked at the abrupt pause as Logan stepped from the pile of clothes on the floor, and sat down beside her on the couch. Moments after settling, he pulled her into his lap, slipping the green dress from above her head, leaving her naked and straddling him. Bethany went to remove her heels, but he stopped her.

"Leave those on." His voice was a stern command.

Bethany shivered, yet obeyed. Logan kissed her again, this time his kiss was slow and languid. Bethany could wait any longer. She needed him.

Lifting her hips, she adjusted herself until he was at her core, letting out a sigh as she took him inside of her. He was buried to the hilt, stretching her in the best way. They moaned in unison and Bethany could feel all tension she had built up in the three weeks she had known Logan release.

She could stay like this forever and might've if it weren't for Logan adjusting her his hands and moving them to her hips, lifting her before thrusting inside of her. Bethany gasped at the sudden motion, feeling the motion through her entire body.

As he thrusted into her, she used her hips to match, his kisses trailed from her lips to her kneck, to her breast, sucking on her n*****s. Bethany felt overwhemed with sensations. She could feel her first o****m wash over her, causing her to moan loudly.

She went limp in his lap, feeeling all of the tension escape her body with the o****m. This hadn't dettered Logan, he continued to thrust. As her o****m began to build again, she could tell that Logan was close as his thrust became feverish.

Bethany coud feel her wetness dripping from her, causing him little resistance.

"f**k," Logan gasped, "I am close."

His words were the catalyst to her second o****m. Bethany's body convulsed uncontrollably as she came, Logan came too, quickly pulling out of her at the last minute.

Bethany lay collapsed on his sweaty chest, hearing the thrum of his fast heartbeat.

~*~

The morning light filtered through the shades, gently illuminating the room as Bethany stirred awake. She was met with warmth and comfort, realizing with a start that Logan's arm was draped around her, his body molded protectively against her back. She blinked, her gaze taking in his luxuriously appointed room, the tastefully minimalist furniture and soft, gray tones creating an atmosphere that was soothing and indulgent.

Her eyes widened as she remembered the events of the night, her skin flushing at the thought of how fervently they'd shared one another, how easily they'd drifted into talking about their dreams, their goals, and the stubborn need they both had to prove themselves. It had felt so natural, lying in his arms and opening up, even as she knew that this thing between them was risky—yet undeniably exhilarating.

She bit her lip, torn between lingering in the comfort of his embrace and the realization that she had work in just a few hours. Her thoughts pulled her out of the peaceful moment, and she gently shifted, reaching out to wake him.

"Logan," she whispered, lightly shaking his shoulder. He stirred slightly, blinking open his eyes, their green depths soft with the remnants of sleep.

"What is it?" His voice was husky, laced with drowsiness as he pulled her back against him.

"I have work soon, and I need to go home to get ready." Her voice was gentle, apologetic even, though she couldn't help but smile at the sight of him so unguarded, his hair rumpled from sleep, his bare chest radiating warmth against her back.

Logan groaned, burying his face into her shoulder.

"Take the day off," he murmured, his lips brushing her skin with a laziness that sent a shiver down her spine. "Stay here with me. We can make breakfast, spend the day together."

A part of her longed to say yes, to give in to his suggestion and allow herself to indulge in this unexpected softness between them. But she remembered the stack of work waiting for her at the office, the deadlines looming over her head.

"As tempting as that sounds, I promised my boss I'd get through some important work today." She paused, smiling up at him. "But... how about we take that day next weekend?"

Logan sighed, though a playful smirk crossed his face as he relented, his hand tracing a slow line down her back.

"Alright," he conceded, his fingers brushing her cheek as he looked at her, his eyes carrying a warmth that made her heart race. "But only because you promised me a rain check."

"I always keep my promises," she replied, her eyes shining with amusement and affection.

He grinned, finally releasing her from his hold.

"I'll call my driver to take you home." He leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips, his fingers brushing her jaw before he pulled back, his gaze softening. "And I'll see you soon."

Bethany's heart fluttered as she slipped out of bed and found her clothes, dressing quickly before Logan led her downstairs. He placed a protective hand at her back as they approached the car waiting outside, and he opened the door for her with a small, genuine smile.

As she settled into the car and it pulled away, she watched him standing there, hands in his pockets, watching her leave with that same warm expression that made her feel as if she were the only woman in the world.

She couldn't wait until the next time they'd be together, and as the cityscape rolled by outside the window, her mind drifted back to him, already counting down the days until they could share another perfect moment like this.