Page 59 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly

"Look at me," he commanded her, leaving no room for argument. "Fucking look at me while you come. I want to see you."

And she did. Her breathing hitched and her eyes fluttered because they instinctively wanted to close but the way he stared at her forced her to keep them open, to stare into his eyes as she convulsed around his cock. He continued to thrust inside of her, keeping the rhythm steady, and the second she finished, he allowed himself to spill inside of her. He grunted as he came but he continued to fuck her until he was soft before collapsing on top of her, making sure to keep his weight off of her as best as he could while still remaining close to her.

For a minute, they just stayed there, skin to skin, their damp bodies glistening in tandem. He liked to touch her when they finished, tracing her curves or drawing mindless patterns in her skin. She liked to think it was because he was memorizing the way her skin felt beneath his fingers.

When he finally slipped out of her, he stood, readjusting his clothing. He helped Peyton up and slid her underwear back up her legs slowly, letting his fingers make trails up her skin which caused little volts of lightning through her body. She got dressed, taking her time as she did so. Perhaps she should hurry but even though they had just fucked in his classroom - which was a relatively public place - she didn't feel any particular sense of urgency.

"You look like you just got fucked," Logan told her, a small smile on his face as he tugged on a strand of her messy blonde hair.

Peyton chuckled. "I did," she said. "Probably won't be able to walk straight for the next three hours."

Despite his arrogance, he preened at the compliment. She leaned against his desk, her eyes still filled with lust, though that was slowly dissipating. Her eyes went over his hair, his clothes. He looked like he hadn't even broken out in a sweat and she almost reached out and ruffled his hair just so he could look like he had gotten fucked, too. But he had an intro class to teach, and she had office hours she needed to worry about. She started to run her fingers through her hair, trying to calm down the unruly tresses. Logan grabbed her hands gently to prevent her from continuing.

"I fucking love your messy hair," he told her.

"It's sex hair," she pointed out.

"Damn right it is," he told her.

At that moment, someone tried to open the classroom door. When they got nowhere, they started knocking on the door. Logan and Peyton shared a glance. Without a word, Peyton slid underneath Logan's desk and he walked around it to answer the knock.

Peyton pressed her knees to her chest, her entire body tense. She couldn't see who was at the door but the fact that someone was actually knocking on the door meant they wanted to come in. Which meant Logan would need to get rid of them so Peyton could slip out. If not, it would look extremely suspicious that Logan and Peyton were alone behind a locked door. Classroom doors shouldn't be locked during school hours, per the university's policy in the first place. Add that with the fact that Peyton was not only his TA but his student would get Logan in a hell of a lot of trouble. She held her breath. She couldn't make a sound. Hopefully, Logan would be able to scare them away, whoever it was.

"Logan Jeffrey?" a deep male voice asked.

There was a long pause. Peyton imagined that this was Logan sizing up whoever it was that was asking, deciding what sort of attitude he should give them, if attitude was warranted in the first place.

"Yes?" Logan asked in his sandpaper voice. Even now, it still had an effect on her insides and outsides. Her stomach twisted and every hair on her body stood at attention.

"My name is detective Robert Crowne," the voice introduced. "This is my partner, Detective Stephen Burberry. Do you mind if we step inside and talk to you? You aren't in a meeting or anything, are you?"

"We just found it strange your classroom door was locked during school hours," the other voice - Stephen Burberry - pointed out. His voice wasn't as deep and he naturally spoke fast so at least Peyton could distinguish all three speakers with ease.

Although. It did beg the question: why were detectives here? Why did they need to speak with Logan? Was this in regards to what happened between Brandon? Was he pressing charges against Logan? Would he press charges against her? Her heart started hammering in her chest and she inhaled a shaky breath through her nose, trying not to make it obvious that she was there. She knew they were still by the door and wouldn't hear her anyway, but she wanted to be as careful as possible.

"What's this in regards to?" Logan asked. He was cautious, she could hear the reservation in his tone, but not rude.

"It would be better if we spoke in private," the first detective, Crowne, said. Without waiting for a formal invitation from Logan, Peyton heard the two detectives step inside. It was odd; she could feel them looking around the room even though she couldn't see them. "So, if you don't mind me asking, why the locked doors? Isn't that against the rules?"

"I just finished grading papers from my intro class," Logan said smoothly, the lie driving from his tongue like it was truth. "I've been behind and didn't want to be disturbed."

Peyton blinked, impressed at his quickness.

"Don't you have an office for that?" Burberry asked in his nasal voice. Peyton tensed her body to keep from shuddering at the sound. It was akin to nails on a chalkboard, if she was being honest.

"I didn't want to be disturbed with fucking stupid questions," Logan told him. Peyton could distinctively hear his motorcycle boots step down the classroom, and if she had to guess, Peyton would say they were in the middle of the room, between the two section of desks. She bit back a smile. That sounded more like the Logan she knew. She wondered where the swearing went when the detectives first came to the door. "So what the fuck is this about?"

"Mr. Jeffrey, when was the last time you were in contact with your brother, a Mr. Brandon Jeffrey?" Crowne asked. Peyton wasn't quite sure what the detective looked like but she could imagine him cocking his head to the side and trying to size up Logan with curious eyes. People didn't know what to make of him, and it was doubtful that that would change anytime soon. Even brilliant detectives weren't sure if they should hate Logan for his attitude or crack open a beer with him. The thing about Logan was, you could probably do both.

"He took me and a teaching assistant on a tour of Old Newport," Logan told him. This was actually the truth, as far as Peyton knew. Logan had never sought out his brother and she was pretty sure Logan wasn't about to go out of his way to call him.

"Do you typically take out your teaching assistants?" Burberry asked, not bothering to hide his suspicions if he tried. "Your reputation has made its way to us, you know."

Peyton could imagine Logan cutting over to the second detective with a curt look on his face. He waited a moment before answering. "Peyton Hart is also a student," he said. "I make it a point not to sleep with my students and get myself in trouble with the university. No pussy is worth losing my fucking tenure."

One of the detectives chuckled. Peyton believed it was Crowne.

"So your venture to Old Newport wasn't social?" Burberry continued.