I take him to the back of my throat and nearly scream as he adds one finger to my pussy and circles another around the tight ring of my ass.
“Oh. My. God,” I moan and work him faster as my impending orgasm threatens to utterly obliterate me before I’m ready.
I try to still my hips, to stop myself from rocking back against his face. His stubble. His fingers. But there’s no way to stop the waves from crashing around me when he pushes his fingers inside my pussy and ass, then bites my clit. And I shatter.
I come on his face, panting and moaning, and praying everyone else in the house is sleeping soundly enough that they don’t hear me.
“Logan...” I hum around his cock as I swallow the hot ropes of cum down my throat, licking and sucking and taking everything until he’s spent and pulling me back up his body. He curls around me. Holding me like something precious. And even with the decadence of what we just did, I feel that way... precious.
My eyes grow heavy as the steady beat of his heart lulls me to sleep.
But somewhere in the in-between, my husband kisses my temple and whispers something that sounds a whole lot like,“I love you, Liv.”
OLIVIA
The next time you ignore the
twenty-three reels I sent you,
remember that means I
thought of you twenty-three
times, bitchy Barbie!
Don’t yell at me.
I’m about to quit my job.
Holy shit. Seriously?
Text me when it’s done.
You were always too good
for them, Liv.
You’re the most badass bitch I know.
You’ve got this.
And if you chicken out,
I’ll bring ice cream.
—Serena’s Text to Liv
Isit at the table outside, the same one I’ve come to think of as my office away from the office.
Cheesy, I know. But when you love your office as much as I love mine, it’s hard to believe I’m happily working somewhere else.
But I am. I like being here. I like having breakfast with Logan and Maggie. I like getting to take a break and play with her in the middle of the day whenever I feel like it. Hell, I’ve even agreed to let Pops give me horseback-riding lessons.
So unlike me, but I’m also kind of loving this new version of myself.
The one who kissed her husband goodbye.
The one who knows Logan’s at the rink, Waverly’s at school, Jasper is probably pissing off half the ranch, and Pops is... well, Pops ishorse-whisperingthe horses, while Rita and Maggie are off having a picnic by the pond with the newborn baby ducks.
