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“You’re every fantasy I’ve ever had. And I’m never letting you go.”
“Log—?”
He silences me with a kiss, pulling me against his bare chest as he flicks off my bra.
“You. Me. These incredible tits.” He groans, his teeth pressing into his lower lip as he kneads them. “We’re having a fucking happy ever after.”
I arch into his touch as his voice continues playing through the speaker.
“These words?”
“The end of your book,” he confirms. His thumbs roll over my nipples as his hands cup my breasts greedily. “I read it. They get their happy ending, Mads. And so do we.”
“You read it?” I gasp as he bends to suck one nipple.
“Yep.” His growl vibrates his lips against my skin as he closes his mouth around me again, pleasure seeping into every contour of his beautiful face as he worships my body.
I try to concentrate on the words flowing around the room as he turns me inside out with desire.
“You recorded it in your voice?” I say breathlessly as he stands tall and slides two fingers inside me.
“Yep.” His moan is long and gravelly as my arousal coats his fingers easily, making them slide effortlessly as he finger-fucks me leisurely.
“I never want you getting turned on listening to a man’s voice again. Not unless it’s mine.” He grunts, watching my eyes roll in my head as he strokes my G-spot.
I shudder as he pins me in place against the counter with his hand. The muscles in his shoulder contract as he brings me closer and closer to orgasm.
“So you recorded it?” I pant as my core coils tighter.
He smirks. “Keep listening.”
I struggle to concentrate as he drops to his knees, keeping his fingers buried inside me as he rolls his hot tongue over my clit.
“Keep listening, baby,” he says.
I pant again, sinking the fingers of one hand into his hair and holding tight as he eats me out like he’s been starved of me for years.
We’ve both been starved of each other.
“Logan,” I whimper, my toes dancing against the floor as his efforts increase and he pushes his face further into me.
“Listen,” he growls.
I ignore the blood rushing in my ears as I fight to take in each word. Each syllable. He’s no longer narrating the closing lines from the book where Cameron is telling Frederica how much she means to him. He’s speaking words I’ve never heard from that book, or any other book before.
His words.
“I told you that if this is what hate feels like, then I never need to fall in love. Do you remember?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He stands, his lips shining with my wetness as he kisses me.
“You hating me has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me,”the recorded voice continues.
Tears prick at my eyes, and I cling to his shoulders as he lifts me onto the edge of the counter.
“Me too,” I breathe.
