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Her tongue swirls around the head, caressing the ridge and fluttering along the sensitive underside. As she adds suction, her cheeks hollowing, I throw my head back.

“Fuck, Sloane. What you—oh, fuck. You’re sobeautiful when you take my cock,” I rasp, my hands fisting in her silky hair.

She applies pressure with her fingers, stroking up and down my shaft, a fluttering finger travels along my length, then harder. She presses and releases, finding a rhythm that has me seeing stars, driving me out of my mind.

Pleasure coils tighter and tighter at the base of my spine. My moans intensify, and my vision blurs as I teeter on the razor’s edge.

“I’m close, Sloane,” I warn through gritted teeth. My spine tingles, and as she sends her hand to my balls, fondling and tugging, I explode in her mouth, my release hitting the back of her throat, my muscles trembling as I release my load in hot spurts.

She swallows it all like the goddess she is and runs a finger along her lips, catching an errant drop.

I close my eyes in blissed-out wonder. I must have died yesterday because this can’t be real. Nothing this good could possibly exist.

I open them again, and she’s still in front of me, still smiling that sexy little smile. “I’ve reached paradise, right? Am I dead?” I rasp, only half-joking.

“I hope not.” Her eyes twinkle.

“Good. It’ll be hard to compete with this moment. Just saying,” I drawl, a satisfied grin tugging at my mouth.

“Wait. We’re not done yet.” She rises and sits on me, grinding against me. Slick, scorching heat slides along my still-sensitive flesh.

“I think we both finished.” I tilt my head.

She kisses me in response, her lips moving over mine withsearing intensity, her pelvis moving against mine in a sinful dance.

“You told me you couldn’t come twice.” I chuckle against her mouth.

“Well, you shouldn’t have taught me I could. Now you’ll bear the consequences.” She continues to gyrate her hips on me, and I harden again.

“I’m ready to bear the consequences every day and every hour,” I vow, my hands gripping her hips to guide her teasing motions.

She rises on her knees, grasps me, and guides me inside her tight, wet heat. We both groan in unison as she sinks down on my thick length, taking me to the hilt.

Chapter Forty-Two

SLOANE

Logan groans as I slide him inside me, the sound so erotic I nearly come on the spot. I move over him slowly, savoring the sensation of him entering and withdrawing from my body.

The pale, almost white blue of his eyes swirls with emotion. He gazes at me with love. This isn’t just desire or lust.

I’ve never experienced anything like it before. I trail my fingers along the sharp line of his jaw, skimming over his full lips while studying his face.

I love this man. This grumpy, tough, breathtakingly beautiful man, inside and out. The hardness and the gentleness hidden deep beneath his layers of protection, the walls he rarely lets down.

I increase my pace, the tight coil in my gut tightening. Pleasure builds, crestingtoward release.

“Turn around.” he stops me, gripping my hips. I don’t hesitate, rising and settling over him again with my back to his front.

“Oh fuck,” he growls as I take him in to the hilt. “This is heaven, and you can’t convince me otherwise.”

He reaches around me, his fingers pressing against my clit. “Does this feel good, Sloane? Am I making you feel good?”

“Mmm,” I hum as he rubs my clit in an increasing rhythm, rocking my hips to meet his fingers. “Yes, fuck, it’s good.” The words leave me on a breathy gasp.

“Give yourself to me. I want every moan and sigh. They’re all mine, only mine. I want to come inside you.”

The large knot in my stomach grows to dimensions I can no longer contain. I know that any second, I’ll erupt, explode, shatter with electric, erotic energy.