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My chest fills with syrupy warmth. “Thank you.”
“I’ll see you in the morning,” he says and backs out of the room.
I respond to the last of the emails and then shut my laptop. It’s still early but I enjoy reading in bed, so I turn off the lights and head upstairs. I check on Ivy before going to my room. She sleeping soundly as usual, and I say a prayer of thanks that I have a baby who sleeps throughout the night.
In my room, I swap my shorts for sleeping shorts and slip into bed. Images of Logan form in my mind but I push them away. We had a one-night deal, and I got my itch scratched. That was meant to cure me of Logan.
Except that it did not quite work out that way. Having sex with Logan has intensified my attraction for him now that I know how it feels. As I’m wrestling with my mind, a soft knock comes on the door, and I call for him to enter.
“Come in,” I tell him when he peers in.
He enters the room wearing a sheepish grin. “I came to apologize for the other day.”
I’m puzzled. “You already did. In the living room, less than an hour ago.”
He puts on a confused expression. “Really. I must have hurt my head at work today because I can’t remember.”
Real worry comes over me. I place my book on my nightstand. The nurse in me is awakened. He could be having a concussion especially if he hurt his head. “You hurt your head today? Come closer, let me take a look at it.”
Concussions are not things to joke around with. They can turn fatal very fast if they are not attended to. I get out of the bed and help Logan sit down at the edge of it. I stand between his legs and proceed to examine his scalp, parting his hair as I do so.
“Tell me where you feel sore,” I tell him.
That’s when I notice that he’s blowing on my t-shirt. On my breasts to be precise.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
He raises his glance and I notice that his eyes are gleaming. I begin to suspect that it was a ruse to get into my room. My suspicions are confirmed with his next sentence.
“I want to check if I can get your nipples aroused,” he says.
I fight to keep a solemn expression. I’m relieved that he’s okay but I also want to slap him upside the head for frightening me. I’m also stupidly aroused. “Are they?”
“I can’t see properly because of your t-shirt,” he says. “It would help if you removed it.”
My chest heaves in and out. What happens next is dependent on me now. I could remind Logan about our agreement. But I want him so badly. Just one more time. I wrestle with my good sense. My body wins.
“Okay.” I pull my top over my head and toss it down, baring my aching breasts to his eyes.
“You’re so gorgeous, Vanessa,” he says, feasting his eyes on my breasts.
I arch my back desperate to feel his hands and mouth on me. He cups my breasts, and a quiet moan escapes my lips. He traces my nipples with his thumbs.
“So aroused,” he says softly and then takes one nipple in his mouth and sucks it.
I cry out as he bites gently on each nipple. He trails kisses down my belly and then gently pulls me back on the bed. He gets up to close the door and when he returns, I’ve already pulled off my night shorts.
I’m trembling from desire and when he comes back to the bed, I clamber on top of him and pull down his shorts. Next are his boxer briefs and his cock springs free. I’ve dreamed of his cock for days and as I wrap my hand around it, Logan groans deeply.
I stroke it slowly, my mouth watering as I take in the streaks of purple veins running down its length. “It looks angry.”
Logan laughs. “It’s impatient, not angry.”
Logan is also the biggest man I’ve ever been with. He shudders as I run my fingers up and down his length before I take as much of him into my mouth as I can.
“Fuck, Vanessa, that feels so fucking good,” he says threading his fingers through my hair.
My mouth is full of cock, and I can’t respond. I take his cock in halfway and then pull back while giving him little teasing strokes on the sensitive head. Logan grunts with frustration and tries to push my head back.
“Behave yourself,” I tell him.
He drops his hands from my head, and I return to my task. I suck the head of his cock into my mouth and then withdraw. I’m pushing Logan to the limit. His self-control is impressive as he doesn’t mutter any more noises of protest.
