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TWENTY-FOUR

MJ

There was a challenge in Logan’s stare, but I was ready. Without breaking eye contact, I lowered the zipper of my jeans. Shimmying my hips, I slid the denim down my legs.

Logan’s fingertips dragged up the side of my bare thigh, and an appreciative grunt rumbled in his chest.

With him, I felt confident and alive .

I reached behind me, unhooking my bra and snaking one arm inside the oversize jersey to slip my arm free. Logan watched as I pulled my bra through the armhole without removing the jersey. I held it to the side before letting it drop to the floor.

“Impressive.” He smirked. Logan’s hands flexed at his sides, but he didn’t touch me.

Not until I give him permission.

I grinned up at him, hoping my nerves were well hidden. In a move I had hoped was sexy and not completely awkward, I slid my underwear down and kicked them to the side.

Every nerve ending buzzed with anticipation, but somewhere beneath the bravado, the old whispers of doubt lingered. Was I enough? Could I really hold his attention?

But the way Logan’s eyes burned into me made every insecurity melt away. Right now I wasn’t broken. I wasn’t just the funny sidekick.

I was his.

Logan’s jersey was oversize, brushing the tops of my thighs and just barely covering my ass. “Logan, I have a very important question.”

His eyes moved over the hemline of the jersey before working his way up. His gaze paused at the spot where my nipples poked through the mesh fabric, then settled when he looked me in the eye. “Yes, Julep.”

Nerves skittered beneath my skin. I had no idea how to seduce a man who was far more experienced than I was. I took a deep breath, hoping my voice didn’t betray me. “Do you want to touch me?”

He inched forward, his hips barely brushing against me. “Do you want me to touch you?”

The masculine scent of his skin and cologne was intoxicating. Heat pumped off his huge frame, soaking into my bones.

My hand moved up his broad chest and behind his neck before disappearing into his hair. I hummed, arching my neck to allow him access, begging for him to kiss me.

His lips hovered above my skin, his breath warm on my neck. “You have to say it, Julep. Tell me you want me to touch you.”

He hadn’t moved yet, and the ache between my thighs became unbearable. His heat pressed against me, so close but maddeningly out of reach. My breath hitched, and I realized I was holding it, waiting for him to close the distance. When his fingers finally grazed my skin, it felt like the first spark of a wildfire.

“Logan, please . Touch me.” My permission was all it took for him to snap.

He was everywhere.

Logan pinned my back to the island as his mouth covered mine with a low, deep growl. I moaned into his kiss, threading my arms around his neck, hiking the jersey even higher. He slid his hand up to palm my breast through the material.

His hands fisted the hemline of the jersey, pulling our bodies together. “Seeing you in this makes me fucking feral.”

The way Logan’s hands gripped my hips, possessive yet careful, made my stomach swoop. His gaze burned into me, and it felt like I was the center of his universe. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing.

I didn’t just feel wanted—I felt claimed .

I blinked up at him. “Green is my color,” I teased, emboldened by the low octave of his voice.

Logan’s jaw flexed. “It’s not the color. It’s my name on your back. It tells everyone what you are.”

“And what’s that?” I asked as my stomach swooped.

His nostrils flared as one hand moved to grip the back of my neck. “ Mine. ”

My lips parted and his mouth hovered an inch over mine. “Say it,” he commanded.

With barely a whisper, I gave in to what we both needed to hear: “I’m yours.”

His kiss was rough, our teeth clacking when he pulled me into him. One hand held my neck while the other slid up my bare thigh. My legs parted, trying to maneuver to give him more access to me. He slid between my thighs, teasing my slick entrance with one thick fingertip.

My head dropped back, giving in to the sensation of being explored.

Worshipped.

Logan turned me, pressing my hips into the cold marble countertop. I bent at the waist, leaning over the counter and jutting my hips into his lap.

His nails raked up the backs of my thighs and I gasped, my pussy going wet in anticipation. “Yes, Logan.”

He groaned as I pushed my hips backward. “You don’t know how badly I want to fuck you right now.”

I looked at him over my shoulder. “I’m ready.”

He frowned, like his head and his dick were at war with each other.

I stood, arching backward so my back was flush with his front. I gripped his neck and pulled him closer. “I don’t want to be treated like I’m breakable. This is what I want.”

I gripped his wrist, guiding his hand lower. “Here,” I whispered, my voice trembling but sure. “Right here.”

The flicker of a grin on his lips told me he loved it when I took the lead, but the way his hand covered mine and held it steady reminded me I was safe to let go. One hand moved under the jersey to cup my breast. He pinched my nipple between his fingers.

“Yes,” I moaned.

He made quick work of removing his pants, and he tore his T-shirt over his head. His boxer briefs were gone and he stood behind me, hard and toned and gloriously naked. He held me steady with one hand gripping my hip. The other fisted his cock and teased the seam of my ass.

I arched to grant him access, and just when I thought he would place the tip of his cock at my opening, he stopped.

I looked back at him. A deep line creased his forehead.

When our eyes met, he shook his head. “Not here. Not like this.”

My chest squeezed as I turned. Logan licked his lip, and the dimple in his left cheek deepened. In a quick move he bent, then tossed me over his shoulder. My surprised yelp morphed into giggles when he stomped naked through the house, carrying me.

When we got to my bedroom, he kicked the bedroom door closed with his foot and deposited me on the bed.

I stared up at him, my hair fanned around me.

“I want to take my time with you.” His hand moved across my chest, over my breast, and down my stomach before stopping between my thighs. “You’re going to tell me exactly what you want, and I’m going to give it to you.”

Logan’s muscles bunched beneath my hands, his jaw tightening like he was holding himself back. The raw heat in his eyes made my stomach flip. He didn’t say a word, but I could feel the tension radiating from him, the barely controlled desire humming under his skin. It was electrifying to know I had that effect on him.

Drunk on power and him, I grinned and spread my legs. “I want to feel you.” My hand brushed across my wet pussy. “Right here.”

Logan grinned and tugged my legs wider as he mounted the bed. Settling between my thighs, he fisted his hard cock and ran the tip through me.

“I’ve been tested.” His focus was lasered in on the spot where his cock rubbed against my pussy.

“Me too.” I squirmed beneath him, silently begging for more. “And I’m on the pill.”

The hard length of his cock slid against my clit, and I nearly shot off the bed.

His hand settled at the base of my neck. “Tell me.”

Our eyes met and I stared, unable to deny the want I had for this man. I wanted to be stretched. Filled. Owned.

“I want you.” I swallowed hard.

A satisfied grin spread across his handsome face. I’d given him permission, but he hadn’t filled me. Not yet.

My back arched and my head tilted backward. “Logan, please .”

I could hear my own desperate, needy plea, but I didn’t care. My mind was lost in the moment—those delicious seconds of anticipation. I’d never experienced anything like it. My one and only time having sex was with Trent, and he certainly hadn’t taken any time with me to make sure I was relaxed and ready.

And with Logan, I was so fucking ready.

My core lit up with desire as he took his time, teasing my nipples, sucking the pulse point that hammered at the base of my neck. His thick finger slid through me, adding gentle pressure.

He swirled it at my opening. “You’re fucking soaked.”

His words set me on fire, and my hips canted upward. My mind was already lost in the sensation of him touching me. When his finger slipped inside, my breath hitched.

One finger, then two.

Slowly he moved in and out, stretching me open. Priming me for his thick cock. His kiss was passionate and deep as his fingers moved inside me. My nipples puckered as a deep ache bloomed in my core.

“I think I’m going to—” The words died on my lips as he kissed me again.

“Show me,” he commanded. “Show me how pretty you are when you come.”

My hips moved in tandem with his hand as I rode toward release. Pleasure seized my body, and my pussy pulsed around his fingers.

When the wave hit, it wasn’t just pleasure—it was freedom. Every broken piece of me felt whole under his touch. My body shuddered as I cried out, his name on my lips, the only thing anchoring me to the moment.

As my orgasm crashed over me, Logan slipped his fingers from me, moving them to his mouth. I watched him suck my taste from his fingers.

“Now you’re ready.” The gravel in his voice sent delicious shivers down my back. Fisting his cock, he guided it between my legs.

Once notched at my entrance, he paused, silently checking in with me. I nodded and spread my legs wider.

God, yes. Now.

I held my breath, waiting in anticipation. Logan went slowly, stretching me as I breathed through the sensation of him finally entering me.

With a guttural moan, he slid in a little deeper. Propped on my elbows, I spread my legs wide. My eyes were fixed on the spot where his massive cock disappeared inside me. Logan braced himself on the bed, taking care to keep the bulk of his weight off me as he continued to slide in and out.

His movements weren’t just deliberate—they were reverent, like he was discovering something sacred. Every thrust felt like a promise: I see you. I want you. You’re safe with me.

And for the first time in years, I believed it.

My body reacted when I realized he wasn’t even all the way in, yet I was already so full. I didn’t think I could take any more.

My mouth hung open as another inch disappeared.

“Tell me you’re okay. I won’t hurt you.” The pained expression on his face sent a tug of emotion pulling at my chest.

Logan wouldn’t hurt me. I could trust him.

“I want more.” My voice wasn’t my own. It was confident and sexy and all woman.

“Fuck, you’re taking every inch.” He slid out until just the tip remained inside, before sliding right back in again. “You’re taking me so well.”

His words buzzed through me, and I collapsed onto the bed. My fists gripped the sheets as his hips moved forward. With each thrust, Logan lit up every nerve ending inside me. I pulled my knees up, hoping I could take all of him as his hips pistoned.

The moment he was finally all the way in, an appreciative groan tore through his chest.

When his hips hit mine, I saw stars. Heat and tingles moved down my spine. Over and over he thrust, his deep grunts pushing me closer to another orgasm.

“Jesus, Julep. You feel so fucking good.” He moved again, and sparks fluttered in my belly. “Being buried inside you is unreal.”

His filthy words lit up my insides, stripping me of any insecurities and making me feel like a goddess.

His eyes never left me. He was assessing, making sure that I was taken care of. My heart squeezed. He watched as a fresh wave of ecstasy rolled over me. My hands gripped the muscles in his back in a desperate effort to pull him closer.

I cried out, screaming his name and wrapping my legs around him. He filled me again and again until his thrusts got jerky and erratic. His hips shuddered, and he stilled before his hands framed my face and our tongues tangled.

Inside me, his cock twitched as he collapsed on top of me. The sheer mass of his body should have smothered me, but I was overcome, delighted with his weight pinning me to the mattress.

Relief flooded my system as tears pricked my eyes.

This is what it’s supposed to be like.

When he lifted his weight, his cock slipped from inside me. Logan propped himself up beside me and stared down at me as the warm trickle of his cum seeped from my pussy.

A spike of panic raced through me as memories of making a mess played over in my mind. My legs started to close when he gripped my knee and pulled me open. His fingers swiped across my thigh, collecting the sticky mess. I inhaled as I watched him gently push it back inside.

Heat spread across my cheeks and neck as his appreciative eyes moved over my naked body. Sated and sweating, I buried my face against his shoulder. I squeezed my eyes closed, and I hoped he couldn’t feel my grin. His heartbeat pounded beneath my ear.

Logan settled onto the mattress, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. He held me without saying a single word.

Exhaustion slinked over me as a tiny voice tapped the inside of my skull.

Hold on while you’ve got him.

Logan’s arms around me felt like the safest place in the world. But as his heartbeat slowed and his breathing evened, my thoughts raced. I couldn’t hold on to him forever. The weight of reality crept in, whispering that this was only temporary.