Page 88 of Defensive Desire

"Fuck, Emma," he groans, his hips flush against my ass. "You feel so good around me."

Just as I'm adjusting to his fierce pace, his hand leaves my hip. The sharp crack of his palm against my ass echoes in the shower, followed immediately by a burst of heat that makes me cry out from the pleasure burning into my skin.

"Oh god!" The sting blooms across my skin, somehow intensifying the pleasure of him inside me.

"You like that?" His voice is rough velvet in my ear as his cock drives deeper.

"Yes," I gasp, pushing back against him, silently begging for more.

His answer is another smack, slightly harder this time, the impact sending a jolt through my entire body. My muscles clench around him, drawing a deep groan from his chest.

"Fuck, do that again," he commands, his rhythm faltering momentarily.

The next slap lands on my other cheek, the sting balanced now, my skin tingling and hot beneath the shower spray.

Logan's pace increases, his thrusts growing more urgent as his hand alternates between caressing and spanking my ass.

Each strike sends a shockwave of sensation straight to my core, the line between pain and pleasure blurring until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

My moans echo off the bathroom walls as Logan fucks me harder, the gentle sting of his palm against my wet skin driving me closer to the edge.

"Tell me about the story corner," he says, pulling out slowly and then slamming back in.

I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders. "It's... fuck... it's going to be in the back corner… fuck… of the arena café space."

He rewards me with another deep thrust and a spank of my ass.

"And the hot chocolate station?"

"Near the entrance, so—oh God, right there—so kids can get drinks first."

He sets a rhythm that has me babbling about bookmarks and jerseys between gasps and moans. It's ridiculous and hot and perfectly us.

When we finally come apart together, water still streaming over our flushed skin, I rest my forehead against his, breathing hard.

"Fuck, Logan. Best planning session ever," I pant.

Logan chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "We should do all our meetings like this."

Afterward, we dry off and collapse onto my bed, my ass still tingling. I trace patterns on Logan's chest, my mind drifting to Arena Day.

With Clara gone and Summit Café sold, I really am Iron Ridge's only coffee option now. All those customers who've been split between us will be looking at me.

At Chapter & Grind.

At everything I've built.

The community program has already shown that Logan and I work magic together. The promotional video, the charity festival, the connection we've built with the town.

It's all led to this.

Arena Day is my chance to prove that Chapter & Grind isn't just a cute coffee shop. It's the heart of something bigger. Something lasting.

And with Logan beside me, loving me, believing in me... for the first time, everything I've ever dreamed of feels within reach.

My café. My business. My future with him.

Which means, for the first time in my life, I have something worth fighting for.