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“A little sad, yes,” he states, pressing the head of his cock inside my body.

I shift my hips, taking him a little deeper. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Another one?” he asks, stopping to look down at me.

“Yes. For as long as we’re here, living together, we can help each other out.”

He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “With orgasms.”

I nod.

His brown eyes sparkle as he thrusts, filling me completely. I cry out as the pleasure holds, refusing to let go. “Deal.”

My body hums to life as he moves in and out. His pace is swift, his strokes fluid, and by the looks of the tension lines around his eyes and forehead, he’s close already. Good thing I am too, because if he keeps this up much longer, I’m going to come again in a very short amount of time.

But that’s one of the things about Logan. He’s been able to draw any number of orgasms out of me with very little trying. Our bodies just work together, as if they were made for each other.

Holding himself up, he reaches down and pinches my nipples, driving me closer to the edge. My body tightens. I can feel every stroke of his cock within me, and I feel him so deeply, I don’t know where he ends and I begin. The invisible cord between us starts to tense as his hips pick up speed. He pistons forward, rocking his hips and hitting that magical place deep within me.

I cry out, and my nails bite into his flesh. “Oh God, I’m coming,” I tell him as my release sweeps in like waves on the shore. Over and over, they pound, just as Logan does.

Closing my eyes, I ride the waves of bliss until I feel him go still above me. “Christ,” he mutters as his own orgasm hits.

The rocking of his hips continues, and before I even realize what’s happening, he’s drawing a third one from me. I mumble something that might not be actual words as the smaller release slowly ebbs.

When he finally lowers himself, he’s careful not to apply the weight of his body to mine. “We’re going to do that again soon, right?”

“That’s the deal,” I murmur, running my fingers across his sweaty back.

“Yep, that’s the deal.”

And what a deal it is.

Problem is, I may not actually want to look for my own place to live now. I might find every excuse in the book to stay, as long as those orgasms keep coming, and if the ones that follow are anything like these, I’m never going to want to leave.

Who knows, maybe he won’t notice I’ve never left.

We can just stay here, in his cabin, in our own sex-fueled bubble.

That’s what dreams are made of.

He turns onto his side, taking me with him, and holds me against his body. The strong beating of his heart echoes through me, and as his fingers dance across my skin, I’m lulled into a deep sleep. The last thing I remember is the feel of our bodies pressed together and the sweet hum of relief sweeping through my veins.

Best. Nap. Ever.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Logan

The following Sunday, we’re all gathered at Blair’s dad’s house. Today is a combination couple’s bridal shower and gender reveal with all their closest family and friends. Even though the couple requested no gifts, Hallie, TD, Ellie, and a few others and I went together and bought the whole house air purifier system Blair has had her eye on the last several months. It wasn’t nearly as expensive as it should have been, considering I was able to purchase it at cost through my business. All Blair and Gabe have to do is arrange to have it installed.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Blair’s little sister, Aggie, asks, walking around and being the perfect hostess.

“No, I’m good, but thank you,” I tell the cute little eight-year-old. Despite having a different mom than Blair, they share the same father. The bond the two of them have built over the last few years has been pretty cool to watch. Blair adores Aggie, and you can tell the feeling is mutual. The little girl moves on, asking everyone else in the large room.

“She is the cutest,” Hallie says to me, her eyes bright with happiness as she watches the young girl do a twirl in her black and pink sparkly dress, having to push her glasses back up on her nose after her spin.

“She is,” I confirm.

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