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I pause, working my bottom lip between my teeth.

I should tell him to go. I should just let him leave and have that be the end of it, but....

“Why don’t you stay until Sunday? Mother isn’t back until late Monday, so we’ll have plenty of time.”

“Another weekend?” He grins. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

I wince.

He’s right, we did this one time before, and I told myself that it’d be the closure I needed. And it was, but... things are different now. I’m pregnant and I’m alone and there’s no one I can talk to about it except for Logan.

“Just one more weekend.”

Logan goes silent but holds me tight in the bed, and I’m sure I won’t be able to sleep with my stomach churning but finally, I settle down and fall asleep.

“It’s almost ten, princess,” Logan murmurs against my ear, and I blink open my eyes slowly.

I grind back against him, feeling him poking my lower back.

“Someone’s awake.”

“He’s always awake around you.” Logan chuckles. "Make no mind of him.”

“But maybe I want to.” I press back against him harder, having shrugged off my robe before lying back down, so I’m nude.

Logan reaches between us, sliding his fingers through my wetness as if to test me. He moans.

“Always so wet for me, princess.”

“Only for you,” I moan, rocking back against his fingers, but then they’re gone, and I whine.

Logan laughs softly and lifts one of my legs, pressing into me from behind.

I cry out, rolling my hips back against his thrusts.

He feels so big inside me, so deep in this position, and he lifts my leg higher, fucking me even deeper.

My orgasm builds in my lower stomach, threatening to hit me like a freight train but instead, Logan thrusts into me in long, slow strokes.

It builds more naturally, pressure going up and up until I’m thrown over the edge, gasping and panting out his name.

“Shit, I’m not going to last for a second one, the way you grip me,” Logan rasps, voice raw from sleep.

“Come inside me. Fill me up.” I love the way he pulses inside me, and he moans against my ear as he comes.

I roll over to see him still panting. “Ready for the day?”

He groans and laughs at the same time. “We have limited time. Better make the most of it.”

Limited time.

His words make me a little sad, but he’s right. There’s too much between us for this to last forever. One more weekend.

I stand up and open my closet, walking inside and picking out a pair of tights and a sundress since it’s starting to get a tiny bit chilly.

I’m always either hot or cold since I got pregnant, it seems.

As I get dressed, Logan just watches from the sidelines, smiling.