“Yes,” she managed to croak out. “It feels better than good.”

“Ever have anyone play with your ass?” he asked darkly.

“No.” A couple of guys had asked, claiming they could make her come that way, but she’d never trusted anyone to make it pleasurable for her. Until Logan. She had no doubts that he’d not only make it pleasurable, he’d set her on fire from the inside.

The fingers of his other hand skimmed over her crack. “If you want to stop, use your safe word. Tell me what it is.”

“Family,” she said breathlessly.

She looked down at him and saw him squirt gel from the tube he’d grabbed earlier onto the pads of two of his fingers.

“Lube. One of the most important ingredients for successful anal sex.” He pressed a cold fingertip between the cheeks of her butt. “Sawyer probably stocks it by the truckload in this place.”

The tip pushed into her, the pinching feeling foreign to her, but not overtly painful. He swirled it inside her, before slowly moving it back and forth in tandem with the ones in her pussy.

She concentrated on breathing and relaxing her muscles to allow him farther inside. He must have sensed it because not a moment later, he pushed his finger all the way into her. She emitted a tiny squeak at the weird sensation of having something in her backside. But when he dragged it almost all the way out and then plunged it back inside again, her forehead thunked against the mirror and the word more fell from her lips.

“You are so fucking sexy,” Logan said, inserting a second digit in her ass.

The addition had her going on her toes. She was so full of him, she couldn’t think of anything but how incredible it felt to be stretched and filled to capacity.

He wasn’t especially gentle as he fucked her pussy and her ass with his fingers and stroked his thumb over her clit. And she didn’t want him to be. He was taking her. Owning her body with every part of himself. Proving he was in control, and there was nothing short of saying her safe word that would stop him from his domination over her.

Her lips were sealed other than to cry out his name over and over.

Her muscles tightened, her legs shaking like a newborn baby foal’s, and liquid heat bubbled in her core. Everything inside her tensed. Her breathing stalled in her chest. Her eyes squeezed shut. And then the heat boiled over, waves of contractions clamping down on Logan’s fingers of both hands.

Slowly, Logan withdrew his fingers. He pressed tiny kisses up her spine until he stood once more and washed his hands. He removed her wrists from the cuffs and kissed the inside of each of her wrists before lightly massaging both of them and her shoulders.

He turned her around and kissed her softly on the lips.

Her gaze fell to his erect cock. With a grin, she wrapped her hand around it, reveling in Logan’s groan.

“You don’t have to—”

“Shh. I know. I want to,” she whispered, looking up at him.

His eyes were closed and his face pinched in concentration. “Won’t take long.”

One hand worked his cock, twisting and rubbing as she found all the spots that made him moan, while the other massaged his balls.

It took only two minutes before his cock pulsed and twitched. He threw his head back, the cords of his neck straining. “Rachel.”

Streams of come spilled over her hand. She marveled at the sexual abandonment on Logan’s face as his body shook from climax. He was so dominant. So powerful. But for a few precious moments, he’d trusted her enough to transfer his power over to her. She’d held it in her hands.

His eyes opened and he smiled.

And that was it.

She was a goner.

Forget falling.

She’d fallen.

Head over heels, face-first, no hands fallen in love with the man. He understood her like no one else. When she was in his arms, the rest of the world fell away and her mind quieted. She loved his intellect and his bravery, but it was the way he made her feel as if she was the most important person in the world to him that had stolen her heart.

She returned his smile.

They had a couple more days together, and she’d enjoy every moment of them to the fullest. And when it inevitably ended and he shattered her heart into a million of pieces, she’d move to New York and start a new life for herself there.

Where once again, she’d be all alone.

Chapter Seventeen

THE SENATOR BOARDED the private plane and, with a curt nod, greeted the flight attendant before taking his usual seat by the window. Within a minute of his arrival, he had a scotch on the rocks in his hand and three different newspapers on the table in front of him. His back throbbed mercilessly from his lover’s latest beating, but when he read the headline of the New York Times, an icy pain sliced his chest.

His men had failed again.

How many times had his father told him a man was only as good as those who served under him? It had been beaten into him, both figuratively and literally, since he was a boy. That’s why he’d done his research before choosing two of the FBI’s best and most easily corruptible agents. Even with his money and power, it wasn’t fucking easy to access the type of records he needed to make his choice. It took years to quietly research the best matches for the job at hand.

Seymour Fink had been classified as a genius in second grade when state tests showed he could both read and do math on a tenth-grade level. Amazing in itself but even more amazing by the fact that he came from the poorest section of Philadelphia and was being raised by his heroin-addicted single mother. Unfortunately, his mother’s neglect resulted in poor hygiene and malnutrition, a sad combination for a painfully thin child that resulted in numerous broken bones and missing teeth after daily beatings by school bullies. By the time the state finally took the child out of the home, he’d broken nearly every bone in his body.

Eventually, he was adopted by a wealthy couple who saw the potential in him, and from that point on he was given every opportunity. He’d graduated from Harvard at twenty in chemical engineering and from Cambridge at twenty-four with a dual degree in public health and chemistry. His knowledge of biological agents led him to help the government write policies on how to protect our country from bioterrorism. His adopted parents had encouraged him to become a college professor or a politician, but instead he’d applied to the FBI. By all intents and purposes, there was nothing on the surface to suggest he would betray his country.

But everyone had a weakness to exploit, and Fink’s was his birth mother. For years, he siphoned off money from his adoptive parents to fund his mother’s drug habit—even going as far as supplying it to her. What drove a man so brilliant to act so foolishly? He didn’t only endanger his career and his freedom, but the relationship with those who had loved and supported him throughout the years. And all the while, he’d been stealing from them. A man like that would do anything to protect his birth mother. If he went to jail, who would care for her? No one. She would die.

It was that easy. A threat here and there. A promise that should anything happen to Fink, he would ensure his mother received enough money to support her addiction. And the genius belonged to him.

On the other hand, Evans’s file was an enigma to him. A challenge. The man was a brute, an ex-football player and an ex-cop with a degree in criminal justice. He was above average in intelligence and had grown up in the suburbs, supposedly loved by all those around him. By all accounts, his background was perfect. Everything about the man seemed perfect on paper. Which was why he knew the man harbored secrets. After following him for two nights, he discovered his predilection for roughing up hookers during sex. Armed with the information, he’d gone to blackmail him only to discover the man didn’t need to be blackmailed. He’d voluntarily signed up for the job.