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“I don’t know.” Logan’s muscles tense, his jaw tightening. He shoves his hand through his hair. “You know what? Fuck this. He’s done stalking us.” He storms toward the bedroom door when I stop him.
“Wait.” Logan turns back to me. “It’s fine.”
“It ain’t fuckin’ fine. I’m done with this shit. Our business is our business—”
“But wait! We don’t want to be reckless right now. I’m telling you, it’s fine.” My cheeks flush. I start to chew on my bottom lip. “Just pretend. Okay?” Why am I pushing this? Because you want to torture yourself and confuse the heck out of your heart. Basically.
“You sure?”
I nod, and he takes one last glance, then pulls his eyes away from the window and onto me. As if nothing just rattled him, he walks over and climbs onto the bed. My eyes stay trained on his as he crawls up my body, hovering over me.
“You sure about this?” he whispers, his warm breath skating along my lips. Instead of answering, I raise my head and press my mouth to his.
I’m not sure what comes over me, being so bold to take the lead, but I raise my hands to secure his head and kiss him deeper, working his mouth open until our tongues are in a sensual dance.
We’re slow at first. His hand lowers to my butt and cups my cheek, and pulls me closer, melding our bodies together. I moan into his mouth at the feel of his erection and find myself quickly forgetting we have an audience. Raising my hips, I match him for another stroke and wrap my arms around his neck. My fingers glide up into his hair, and I tug hard.
With every touch, lick, kiss, we come closer to crossing the line between real and fake. My body buzzes with desire. I want to provoke him for more, greedy for his hands to disappear underneath my cotton panties, like the other day.
“Fuck,” he grunts, gripping my ass harder. He thrusts into me again, this time with more intent. A heated spark flickers between us, and his lips break from mine. Kissing his way down my neck, I stretch, allowing him more access. How can something fake create such electricity between us? Our clothes between us are suddenly too much. My hands slide down his bare back until they disappear into his lounge pants. I dig my fingernails around his tight ass, gripping until I threaten to break skin.
“Addy,” he moans my name as he consumes the heated flesh of my collarbone, sparking a fire inside me. I’m desperate for more. I thrust back and forth along the length of his covered cock. God, he feels like heaven against me. My hands become greedy, and I get one side of his pants down, exposing his butt cheek.
The last thread of Logan’s restraint snaps. His fingers grip my flesh, and he thrusts his cock against my sex. I pant with each blast of pleasure and turn frantic, trying to tug off his pants when my orgasm starts to build.
“Oh God,” I moan, awakening every nerve-ending in my body. My mouth parts and I silently cry out as pleasure ripples through me.
Time stands at an awkward stillness. Shoot, not again… My cheeks flood with embarrassment. Gone is the brave minx who just tried to practically maul him, and in her place is the meek, scaredy-cat who’s afraid to make eye contact.
“I, uh…I didn’t mean to take it that far. I’m sorry—”
He quickly cuts me off. “No, me too. I shouldn’t have—”
“Nope! We’re good!” Oh god, I need the world to swallow me up right now.
“I’m just…going to go take a shower.”
“Yep, sounds good.”
“Yep.”
Logan slides off me, and I can’t help but notice the massive erection protruding from his pants. Before I can apologize for that, the bathroom door slams shut.
Neither of us speaks a peep about what happened, which I’m thankful for. For someone who has no game or sex appeal, I sure had no problem turning into a hungry sex kitten. The problem is, as soon as it ended, so did my confidence.
I wouldn’t even know what to say if he did bring it up. Oh, that? It was nothing, just you setting my entire body on fire and me flying off the cliff of pure ecstasy from dry humping. Yep, sounds perfect. Should I also mention the number of times I’ve crossed the finish line, and he’s been left in second place with blue balls as his consolation prize?
I have yet to ditch the flush from my cheeks when he returns, collected, as if nothing happened.
“Vincent needs me to make a run. We need to head out.”
“Yeah, okay.” I nod and get up, searching for and realizing I have no clothes. “Any chance we can make a stop at my place? A fresh pair of pajamas would be nice.”
