"Logan, don't do this to me!" she wailed, putting her hands to her face.

"I'm not doing it to you, Chris. You're doing it to yourself. You're overly suspicious. I don't want your money. I want you." He sighed again. "I can see it was a bad mistake to mention that idea of a shrimp farm to you. I can get the money somewhere else. I just thought you and I could… that with the two of us working together, we could…"

"Oh, God!" Chris cried. "It's got nothing to do with anything, Logan! I swear it hasn't! I… Logan, I… want you, too!"

She gasped. She sucked in her breath. She felt her pulse pound wildly. She felt the responsive flapping of her bloated pussy-lips, as if the sweltering, abandoned, depths of her cunt were giving out a lusty cheer.

She felt a current of shame run through her. She thought back on the words her mind had voiced a little while ago-that he was going to fuck her.

Not that he wanted to. Not that he was going to try to. But that he was going to fuck her. It was an admission of her mind that she would cooperate. It was a realization now that she'd known she would let him.

She gasped and hugged her arms shamelessly around his hips.

She pressed the side of her head against his crotch. She felt the bulging wealth of his cock and balls, and another shiver passed through her sex-starved body as she begged forgiveness from herself.

"I want you, too, Logan," she rasped huskily, repeating it, letting them both know that she was his.

"Where's Robin?" he whispered, his own voice husky. He put his hand on the back of her head and pressed her face more tightly into his crotch.

"She went to the movies with Pete."

"Thorne Bast's kid?"

"Yes. Oh, Logan, I…" she gasped, wishing she could withdraw into safety again.

"Huh-uh," he said firmly. "You're not backing out this time, Chris. I've left here with a hard, frustrated cock too many times to suffer through it again.