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“I want you to come inside me,” I blurt. I’ve never been so bold. I’m not sheepish in the bedroom, but I’m not the demanding one either. I’m not the one who admits what I want, but I want him more than I care to admit.

“We’ll get there, beautiful, but first you’ll come. On my fingers. On my tongue, and then all over my dick buried deep inside you.”

Sweet raspberry bars. My head tips back at his words, at his focused attention, at the feel of his fingers working their magic. I rock into his palm as the heel of his hand massages the sensitive nub that will trigger the first command on his list. “I’ve never had three before.”

“Commence mission not impossible,” he mutters to himself, his teasing tone mixing with his serious intention to perform a miracle with my body. Dancing against his hand, I release within seconds of his words and his mouth captures mine, absorbing my gasps of surprise. It’s sensory overload to kiss his lips and fuck his fingers, and I can’t concentrate on any one thing. My entire body hums. I don’t know that I’ve ever released so fast.

As my hands skim down his chest to his waistband, he lifts his fingers coated from me and sucks them into his mouth. Watching me, he swirls his tongue around his own fingers as I unbutton his shorts and tug at the sides, forgoing the zipper. They easily slip from his hips. Boxer briefs in a deep green rest underneath, barely containing one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen. Logan is definitely proportionate.

My thumbs hook into his waistband, but he stops me with a hand on one wrist.

“Logan, I need you now,” I warn him.

“We’ll get there, sweetheart. When I’m ready. Now lie back on the bed.”

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[Logan]

A fantasy of mine has always been a gorgeous woman breathless and eager for me. While I found Chloe incredibly attractive when we married, that attractiveness wore off over time through her changes in physique and attitude. I like curvy women, and Autumn was curvy in all the right places. Her ass was rounded to perfection. Her hips swelled with enough for me to really handlebar her and her breasts—her breasts made her a goddess. Her body is something some ancient sculptor would cast in marble and jack off to all day. She was that flawless, and she was mine for the remainder of this vacation.

I refused to allow the question in my head of what the end of two weeks might mean. I didn’t want to think about her walking away with my child inside her. I only wanted to revel at this moment where a gorgeous woman was panting for me.

She lies back, her hair billowing out on the bed, and a hand covers her belly. “None of that,” I command, wiggling free of my khaki shorts. I entered her room barefoot, and I climb over her on the bed, tugging her hand free of her waist. Pinning her wrists by her head, I lean forward and kiss her again. I’m a kisser. I like kissing, and I like how Autumn kisses me back. I really like how she lingers once I pull away, like she’s tethered to me and follows my retreat as if chasing my kiss.

“No hiding yourself from me,” I warn her. “I think you’re fucking stunning.”

Her breath hitches as her eyes widen. “We can’t let anyone know.” Her comment surprises me.

“You want us to be a secret.” I fight the sharpness piercing my tongue.

“I just don’t need everyone knowing what we are doing because they know why I’m doing it. It’s already too much that Anna shared my thoughts with everyone.”

In hindsight, Anna was insensitive, although she did try to backtrack, warning all of us not to keep mentioning it, and telling us it was a private matter she should not have shared in the first place. Our teasing of Autumn that first night was only because she was Speck. She was Ben’s little sister, but I wasn’t thinking of her like that now. Underneath my straddled legs was a woman who knew what she wanted and was going to enjoy getting it.

That declaration is also a good reminder that this is nothing more than sex.

“Okay,” I acquiesce although I’d love to shout from the rooftops that a gorgeous woman is eager for me to enter her and give her everything in me.

My hands skim down her arms near her head, coasting along her sides as I shift until my broad body is between her thighs. Angling my hands on her hips, I demand, “Open for me.” Her knees bend outward as her legs spread wider, and I stare down at a beautiful sight of moist skin and curled folds. My mouth waters, and I lower to lick across her seam. She flinches, but I smile against her, slipping over her sensitive skin again and again. My fingers squeeze her hips, and my arms angle in a way her thighs are pinned down. She can’t move, and it heightens the anticipation. My tongue thrusts forward, circling around her before delving inward, and my dick throbs. I’m so hard, and I’m ready to release, but I want this. I want her to explode on my lips, marking me in one more place with her essence. She’s musky and sweet, and I lap it all up until her thighs quiver.

“Logan. Oh God, Logan. It’s going to be—” Her warning cuts short as I suck at her clit and her back arches. The tension in her body tells me she’s coming, and it isn’t stopping. I shift my hands under her thighs, licking her everywhere, soaking up every drop of her until her hand comes to the top of my head. “Enough.”

I’ll never have enough of her, and I can’t explain the sensation. I’ve known this woman more than two decades, and I want to kick myself for not seeing what’s been within my reach. A brief flash of Lorna reminds me I wouldn’t change one thing in the past eleven years, but now I need to seize what’s in front of me. I scramble off the bed to remove my boxers and quickly return to my previous position. On my knees this time, I hitch her lower body up my thighs, watching as my bare dick stands at attention. I’ve never been so hard or so nervous. I want to give her what she needs from me.

With my hands curled under her knees, I lean forward, watching as I fall against her slick folds. The moisture coats my throbbing shaft, and I’m not certain I can wait another second to enter her.

“Logan,” she pleads. “Please.”

Begging me. She’s begging me to be inside her, and I don’t want to disappoint her. Stroking over myself once for good measure, I drift my gaze up her body to find her watching me. Her eyes are glazed over like she’s had a sharp hit of something potent. Her hair tumbles over her shoulders. She’s radiant, and I watch her face as I guide myself to her entrance.

“You’re so huge.” It’s every man’s dream to hear such things, but from her mouth to my ears, it’s a live wire of electricity. Sparks fly as I slip into her wet heat, jolting alive as if I’d been dead inside. I slide to the hilt, sparing no time to surround myself with her.

“You okay?” I question, worried I’m too much for her. She’s tight, and I’m snug inside her.

“This is amazing.”

Jesus, she’s a dream. I pull back, struggling with the sudden friction, eager to repeat the sensation. Surging forward, I’m engulfed in her heat once more, and I watch as I disappear inside her. It’s titillating to watch, like live porn. Only this isn’t obscene. This is otherworldly, and this beautiful woman is transcending me to a place I’ve never been. I’m almost embarrassed how quickly this might end.