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I slumped into a chair beside a couple that was heavily making out and gathered my hair into my hands to get some air to my neck. The blood pumped throughout my body, and in particular, my core.
I clamped my thighs together when Logan knelt before me, his eyes wide.
Too wide.
“You can dance,” he murmured, clearly impressed.
The image of him on his knees in front of me with only a tiny thong between us was too much for me to cope with.
“You’re high,” I responded breathlessly.
I’m so unfit.
“Yeah, the side effects of coke are shit,” he said, rising so his hands were on either side of my chair.
He licked his lips, giving me a glimpse of his tongue piercing.
Don’t. Even. Think. About. That.
“Yeah, death is one.” I scoffed, looking up as his hair fell into his eyes, which were fixed on my mouth.
“I get horny, and I just want to fuck all night long,” he continued, watching me. “I don’t fall asleep either, so long conversations are interesting when I’m not fucking.”
I can’t breathe.
“The come down will be shit in the morning, but I won’t think about that tonight,” he smirked, his lips close to mine. “What do you say?”
“In your dreams, Logan.” I laughed, but then his lips brushed against mine, and my fingers locked around his neck, dragging him closer to me.
Then we kissed.
His tongue was urgent, demanding access to my mouth as he lifted me into his arms, twisting our positions so I was sat on his lap.
The tongue piercing teased my tongue, and I was filled with images of what else he could do with it.
Our lips smashed together, and it was all I could do not to fuck him right there and then.
I was probably delirious.
His hands rested on my thighs, but the soft grip told me he wanted more. I kissed him like I would be ripped away from him any minute, my head changing position as I tried to taste more of him.
He laughed against me, the bastard, and I pulled back, only to feel his hand pressing me back to him, falling victim to his delicious mouth once more.
“Wait,” I gasped, my hands on his shoulders as he looked up at me lazily, his thumb pressing against my lower lip as his eyes darkened. “I can’t.”
“What?”
“I can’t,” I repeated, backing away from him.
I tugged my dress down as I stood up, my hands trembling as I searched for Ellie.
Logan captured my hand, rising from the chair.
“Jessica, come here,” he commanded, and I swallowed, knowing that doing so would end my relationship and any moral high ground I had.
“Logan, Ican’t.”
“Because of him?” His eyes flashed, and he dropped my hand. “Really?”
