"You're going to be filming solo scenes for now. Just you, being sexy as hell, and jerking off in front of the camera." Logan told Carlos, helping him out of his shirt.
He squeezed his pecs, and kissed his collarbone.
He was interested in nothing more than having Carlos for himself, but he did not want him, or the other boys getting suspicious. He had to treat him like just another employee.
"Do you only do it--film with me...or are you like this with all of them?" Carlos asked, leaning into his kiss. He had finally stopped resisting, and it excited Logan.
"Yes." Logan breathed, trailing kisses down his neck. "I like to be very...hands on with my models."
Logan pulled away and cleared his throat. It was hard not to be attracted to the young man standing in front of him...especially when he barely had any clothes on every time they were in a room together.
His ringtone slowed his racing heart and he looked at the caller ID with a victorious smirk. He stepped into the elevator and hit answer.
"I need you. Right fucking now." The words came tightly down the line, and she cut the call.
*
Melissa was on top of Logan, rolling her hips sensually as she bounced wildly on his cock. Grabbing her waist, he drove deep into her, the lewd sounds of flesh against flesh as his sac repeatedly slapped against her ass, together with her moans, bouncing off the walls.
She pushed against the headboard for support as he ordered her on all fours and fucked her from behind, leaning over her back and folding his arm around her neck, leaving hickeys between her shoulder blades and behind her ears.
"Yes, yes, yes please fuck me just like that!" She screamed, backing into him with unrestrained ferocity.
Her ass slapped against his thighs loudly, and her vagina swallowed his cock tightly. Her whole body clenched and she screamed as her orgasm rode through her, Logan not far behind.
"Fuck, I'm coming. Jesus fucking Christ I'm fucking coming!" He yelled and let out a throaty growl as he came only seconds later, flooding her insides with his seed.
"We have to be more careful, Melissa. Your husband could catch us." Logan told her when they had calmed down from their high, as she spat his cock from her mouth, pulling her up so that she was lying on his chest.
There was nothing he wanted more than for them to get caught, but she didn't have to know that.
She propped her head up, tucking a pillow under her armpit while she guided Logan back into her wet heat, her leg splayed across his stomach.
"I'm divorcing that bastard, honey. You showed me that I deserve so much better." She said with a smile and kissed him deeply.
Logan distractedly played with her hair, and refused to read anything into that. He had not been confident in seeing her again...he thought being unfaithful was going to take her straight to the confession box.
But two days and a night of crazy, passionate sex later, she was still as crazy over him as ever. He knew Carlisle had hurt her...manipulated her into staying with him this long.
He was doing the exact same thing, but he was freeing her.
He was sure that this divorce was going to hurt her more than it would Carlisle; the son of a bitch had been secretly sleeping around for a long time, while she raised their twins and drowned her misery in alcohol.
She closed her eyes, breathing through her lips as she fucked herself slowly and on Logan's cock, while he kissed her all over, his fingers combing through her hair.
"I have to leave, Melissa." He said suddenly, startling her as he pulled his limp cock out of her and got out of bed. "Your kids will be home from school soon."
"I miss you already, my love. Just a bit longer?" She begged, pulling the sheets over her big breasts.
He chuckled, pulling on his clothes and leaning in to kiss her forehead.
"If I give in every time, you're going to stop being so interested in me." He said with an apologetic smile, and left her naked and spent in her matrimonial bed.
He dialed Carlisle when he got to his car, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as it rang.
"I could recommend some really good lawyers...you won't have to pay any alimony to your wife." His voice was thick with sarcasm...and the edge of a man with the upper hand.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Carlisle spat, and the resentment in his voice chilled Logan's blood.
"Your wife told me about your divorce before she did you?"
He laughed, and tut-tutted mockingly.
"You're full of crap, Cunningham. I'm going to make you suffer for everything you're doing."
"I'm not scared of you, Mr. Rivera. And I told you...this is just strike two. I'm not going to stop until you lose everything." He said back icily, disconnected the call and drove off.
It was only a matter of time before Melissa found the pictures he had left on her coffee table when he left.
Proof of her husband's infidelity, with countless women. He almost felt sorry for Melissa; almost. He knew that Carlisle was not going to make this easy for her, even with very incriminating evidence.
And a divorce like that was bound to make headlines. He had to act fast, and put the next phase of his plan into action. Carlos was going to have to leave New York.
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