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Lifting to my toes, I sink my fingers into his hair before pulling his head down toward me and deepening the kiss. He groans against my lips as he grips my ass and boosts me into his arms, balancing me on a nearby cabinet, one that barely fits me, my back flush to the wall.
My dress rides up my thighs, bunching around my hips, leaving my beige satin panties on full display until he moves them to the side, baring me to anyone that walks in. It’s something I only care about for the two seconds before Logan runs his thick length against my core, causing me to cry out in pleasure, completely in tune with his groan as we both stare down at the connection.
As soon as he’s sheathed, he slams into me, over and over, and I have to wonder if this dress will withstand the damage he’s causing as my back scrapes against the concrete behind me. Although maybe I should be more concerned with whether or notI’llbe able to withstand the damage he’s causing my heart.
As if aware of my thoughts, Logan lifts me back into his arms, spinning me until I’m pressed against a curtain instead of the rough surface, and my heart cracks. He’s so angry, he can’t read my mind, and yet he still knew I was hurting.
Grabbing his shoulder for leverage, I push against him, trying my hardest to match his intensity thrust for thrust, and when he pivots his hip to change the angle, I can’t stop the high-pitched moan that escapes me.
“Why can’t I quit you?” Logan rushes out breathlessly. “Why the fuck do you still have this hold on me?” His tone is pleading, and when he pulls back slightly, I see his expression matches. He doesn’t want to be doing this. Yet, he does, and I know exactly how he feels.
“Because this doesn’t have to be the end for us,” I rush out. “You don’t have to hate me.”
My words must trigger something in him, because he grunts as he picks up the speed, fucking me with abandon, his eyes full of fire.
“You’re wrong. If you go through with the custody case, consider this the last time I make you come. Consider our game over.”
My body tenses as his words sting, but I know his threat is empty. It may have been said with bite, but he’s hurting. I’m hurting. This can’t be the end. I won’t accept that. Because neither of us are actuallyfallingin love. We’re already there.
We wouldn’t be hurting each other so much if we weren’t.
But instead of telling him all that, I lean forward and whisper in his ear, making him shiver. “So, make me come.”
Logan finds his release not long after I do and drops me to the ground the second he’s done. He angles his body away from me and takes a deep breath as he pulls his pants up and tucks his shirt back in. He probably thinks that by turning away, I won’t see the pain on his face. But it’s impossible to miss, and it stabs me in the chest.
“Logan, I—”
He spins back around, his expression alone cutting off my words, his eyes now void of emotion as he offers me a blank stare. “I have to go back to work,” he says, his voice slightly raspy. “But before I go, face the wall.”
Huh? My heart races with nerves, but I do as he says anyway, turning my back to him.
I hear him step forward, and then his fingers are on me, running gently up and down my spine, exploring as he goes. My breath hitches, and my body stills.
“It survived,” he says, referring to my dress. And while that’s well and good, my heart definitely didn’t. “You can return to your man in one piece. He’ll never even know.”
My stomach twists, even though he’s purposely trying to hurt me, like I did him. Like I’m about to do.
“Thanks for the release. Have fun channeling that playboy energy to tell yourself that didn’t mean anything, when we both know it did.” I cringe at what I just said and immediately want to take back the words. But I don’t. Instead, I run my hands down the front of my dress to straighten it out, taking a step toward the door.
“I’m sorry I hurt you, Logan,” I say with sincerity. “Maybe one day you’ll understand why.”
Logan grabs my wrist to stop me from leaving with emotion back on his face. “I want to understand, but I can’t. We just lost my dad, and I…” He shakes off his thoughts. “Never mind. But please don’t take Liam from Mom. I beg you.”
Dropping my hand, he walks out the door without letting me answer, probably knowing I’m not going to do what he’s asking.
After picking my heart up off the ground, I find the nearest bathroom, trying to fix myself before making my way back to the event and straight over to Dwayne. He’s deep in conversation but lifts his arm for me to slip underneath before curling me into his body. He’s definitely taking this fake girlfriend ruse seriously, and he’s actually really good at it. But while I was able to find humor in it earlier, now I feel sick.
It’s a few minutes before his conversation comes to an end, and as soon as it does, I try to escape.
“I’m not feeling well. What are the chances you’ll behave tonight, even if I go home?”
I know the chances are slim, but at this point, I’m not sure I care.
Dwayne’s face grows serious, and he frowns. It’s one of the most genuine expressions I’ve seen on his face, making me feel even worse about the entire situation.
“Did something happen? Was it me?”
I huff out a laugh, because despite the constant flirting, the borderline-too-far PDA, and sometimes inappropriate comments, it’s not him at all. If Logan didn’t exist, I probably would have enjoyed tonight.
