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“You, filling me up,” I gasp. “I’m so full, Logan.”
His eyes roll back with pleasure. “There’s no way I’m going to last. Fucking hell, the grip you’ve got on me…” He yanks my top down, spilling my breasts free so they bounce with every thrust. “Will you touch them for me?”
I lower my hand, squeezing them—soft and sensitive—before rolling my nipples between my fingers. “Like this?”
“Just like that. Do the other side… Yes. Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
The animalistic sounds coming from his chest make me dizzy with desire. I grip both breasts, kneading and playing with them while he watches, still pounding inside me.
“I don’t deserve this, Penelope. I don’t deserve your body or your heart, but I-I want them so badly.”
That euphoric wave begins to build, but he’s vulnerable, and I won’t give myself release with him criticizing himself. “Don’t talk like that. I’m giving myself to you because you do deserve them.”
Turning his face, I force his gaze to mine when he slows. I pick up where he left off, bucking my hips up and down his length, and both of our faces contort with a joint rush of ecstasy.
“We deserve this. Do you hear me?”
His head bobs between my hands, but I don’t stop. I’m on a mission now, and I won’t quit until we’re both past the breaking point.
My hips swirl, taking him deeper, and when his eyes slam shut, I know he’s close.
“Come for me, Logan. Please. I need you to.”
“Pen. Ah… fuck.”
“Yes, that’s it,” I pant, breathless with the sight of him towering over me while I spear myself on his length.
“I’ll pull out,” he grits, placing one hand on the side of my neck. “As much as I’d love to mark you, we still have hours left of this night.”
My heart swells at his thoughtfulness as I inch closer to that beckoning release. “Okay, I’m right there. Let me have you.”
He hauls me against his chest with one arm, grinding into me, getting as deep as he can, and a rippling orgasm tears through my body. “Logan!”
With my ass firmly planted on the desk, he pulls out, stroking his cock as he coats my clit and upper thighs with white, hot spurts.
His hand is shaking when he wrings the last drop from the tip. Head falling back, he sighs a contented, “Thank you.”
I kiss his shoulder, neck, and cheeks as he takes his time cleaning me with tissues before discarding the evidence.
He helps me right my top, and once I’m fully dressed, I help him button his.
“Thank you,” I whisper when he brushes his lips against mine, kissing me tenderly.
“You’re welcome, sunshine.”
Three knocks tap the frosted glass of Logan’s office door, and neither of us moves an inch.
“Expecting company?” I ask nervously, but his concern courses icy dread through my veins.
“Logan,” a deep voice calls from the hall before jiggling the handle. “Are you in there?”
Silas.
“Fuck.” He swallows, staring at the door while gripping me painfully tight.
“What is he doing here?” I whisper.
“I don’t know.” Terror leaches the blood from his face, making my heart rate skyrocket.
