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This isn’t sleep, Kara.

It was a true enough statement. Even so, it fell on deaf ears. Kara said nothing as Logan’s fingers moved downward. They glided smoothly over her lower belly. Pierced the lace perimeter of her panties…

At the same time his other hand had moved upward. It spread warmth everywhere it touched before finally settling deliciously over one curved breast.

“What do you think you’re doing?

She had to say it. It was required. Even so, she almost wished she hadn’t.

“You can’t fall asleep,” Logan whispered into her ear. He kissed her there, and it sent an electric shiver down her body. “I’m helping you de-stress.”

Kara sighed. She put her hand over his…

You should probably stop him.

… and pushed his hand downward.

Logan’s middle finger bumped over her clit, then curled inside her. She gasped sharply as he slid it in, but found herself using her own hand, her own fingers, to guide him.

He’s right. You need to sleep.

If it was an excuse, Kara no longer cared. She surrendered to the feeling of being wrapped in him, of having him touching every part of her body. Logan had two fingers inside her now, pumping slowly in and out. The hand on her breast was gently kneading her nipple. His mouth was locked on her neck, kissing her wetly…

Everything was so warm. So safe and secure…

It took Kara less than two minutes to come. She did it just like this, writhing backward against him, grinding her ass into the hard bulge she could feel growing between his legs. Logan’s fingers were achingly deep inside her, his thumb putting pressure on her clit. His tongue traced a line along the nape of her neck as she flung her head back into his.

“OHHHHHH!”

The hand over her breast left her shirt. It shot upward… and then clamped over her mouth. It was hot. More than hot. It felt absolutely insane as he held it there, firmly over her mouth, her body shuddering through the throes of the most beautiful orgasm.

“Ohhhh…”

He released her when she’d stopped churning, when he was sure she was finished. Kara lay there breathlessly against him, her head lolled into the pillow, her body limp with exquisite release. His arms were still around her. His hands were back near her lower belly, locked securely around her waist.

“Goodnight Kara,” he said, as he kissed her shoulder.

Sleep led her away before she could even reply.

Twenty-Four

Kara woke up alone again, wondering if Logan were some kind of bed-ninja. This time though, his side of the bed was still warm. He’d only just left.

She could tell right away she slept well. Kara felt refreshed. Revitalized. Ready for anything.

Inviting him up to sleep with her had been a good call.

But yet still a mistake…

Kara shoved aside any guilt she might’ve felt at having gotten off with Logan in lieu of a clear mind and well-rested body. She changed quickly and headed downstairs, eager to get started. Her phone told her she was only six minutes late. Not too bad. When it came to setting alarms, she was usually a lot worse.

Down in the lobby, Jeremy was waiting on one of the couches. He had a cardboard tray with some drinks and sandwiches on it.

“Hey,” he smiled as she approached. “The dining room is still open if you want, but I figured we could grab these and go.”

“Awesome idea,” said Kara. She bit into a soft triangle of turkey sandwich. She’d forgotten how hungry she was.

“Here’s coffee,” Jeremy said. “Sugar no cream.”