Logan kicks off his shoes and shucks his pants, then climbs into bed next to me. “Come here, Olivia.”
“Yes, sir.” I smile and slide under his arm and lean my head against his shoulder. “You know, I’m not sure when it happened, but right here, in your arms,” I whisper. “It’s my favorite place to be.” I press a kiss to his neck and let my nails trail over his chest. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way.”
He buries his face in my hair, and I swear he breathes me in. “How was it supposed to be, Olivia?”
“We hated each other, Logan,” I murmur and drop my fingers to the waistband of his boxer briefs. “This was temporary. And now...”
Logan grabs my wrist, stopping me. “And what is it now, Liv? Because I’ve got to tell you, there’s nothing temporary about my feelings.”
I lick my lips and lift my face to his. “I don’t know what it is. I just know I don’t want it to end.”
He drops my hand and gathers my face in his hands. “Then don’t end it, wife.”
His words turn into the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard as I slip my hand inside his boxers and try to wrap my fist around his hard, thick cock, stroking it once... twice... three times.
“Are you going to end it, Logan?” I drag my tongue in a lazy line down his throat and slide my leg over his thighs, straddling his lap. My hands map his chest, exploring every ridge of his abs.
“No, baby. I’m not ending it.”
Heat spreads in my veins, and I push him back to lie flat on the bed, then scoot back and pull his boxers down his thighs and toss them to the floor.
With my glasses still on, I look up at him and smile. “Good.”
Then I flatten my tongue, and so fucking slowly, lick up the length of his beautiful cock like he’s my favorite Tootsie Pop, and I can’t wait to get to the gooey center.
“Jesus, Olivia.” He utters my name like a sacred prayer, and a blast of heat soars through my body and pulses between my legs.
“Let’s see if you can be quiet this time, Mr. Adler.” I wink and take my husband down the back of my throat, hollowing my cheeks as I pump his cock.
His body vibrates as a groan rips from somewhere deep in his chest. It’s delicious and demanding, and I want nothing more than to take it deep enough for his eyes to roll into the back of his fucking head.
Gagging, my eyes tear, and I swallow, barely able to breathe.
His rough hands slide over my body and under my jersey, fingers digging into my ass as he tugs. “That’s it, baby. Now sit that pretty pussy on my face and let me fucking feast.”
I blink up at him with wide eyes, shocked and soaked and so incredibly turned-on that I don’t actually move until he basically lifts me.
“Now, Livvy.”
“Yes, sir,” I tease, licking my lips as I crawl up his body.
Peppering kisses over his muscles. Paying special attention to the bruises blooming purple against his skin. Worshipping him the way he does me.
His hands slide to my hips as he shifts me to his face. His fingers bruising my skin until I settle my legs on either side and my hands grip his thighs for balance.
Logan pulls me down against his mouth, his tongue sliding inside my hot, soaked pussy, sending shock waves of sensation through my already throbbing core.
“Fuck, Logan,” I moan, unable to control it with the first lash against my clit.
“Love the way you same my name, wife.”
His calloused fingers spread me open for him while he sucks my clit between his lips, his teeth grazing that sensitive spot, and I’m utterly lost in him as I ride his face. “Oh. My. God.”
“Put me in your mouth, Liv, or this stops,” he growls against me, and I try to focus and not lose my balance as I lean down and lick the length of his shaft, paying special attention to the throbbing head before I take him back in my mouth.
Focus. Breathe. Don’t gag.
But it’s too much to remember as my body shakes above Logan.
