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I moan at his filthy words, clenching down hard around his thick shaft. He groans, the sound muffled against the damp skin of my shoulder. And then he moves.

There’s nothing gentle or refined about the way he takes me. It’s raw, primal, a claiming in the basest sense.

He fucks into me with force, his muscular thighs slamming against mine, the prominent ridge of the head of his cock dragging along my inner walls with every brutal thrust.

The entire capsule seems to shake from the violence of our thrusts, the glass fogging with our expelled breath and the heat of our writhing bodies.

My palm slips against the slick window, and my forehead thunks against the pane as Logan changes the angle of his hips, somehow pushing even deeper.

“Oh God,” I cry, seeing stars behind my eyelids as he hits that aching spot deep inside me. “There! Fuck, right there! Don’t stop, please don’t ever stop!”

One large hand snakes around my hip to delve between my thighs, zeroing in on my swollen, throbbing clit. He rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves almost roughly, pinching and circling in time with his hips.

Lightning licks up my spine, my thighs beginning to tremble, and my inner muscles fluttering wildly around his plunging cock.

“You gonna come on my dick, baby?” Logan growls, his rhythm faltering as he nears his own peak. “Gonna cream all over my cock like a good girl? Come on, let go. Let me feel you.”

I shatter with a silent scream, my vision whiting out as ecstasy detonates in my core. Wave after wave of mind-numbing rapture crashes over me as Logan pounds methrough my release, his strokes growing erratic and choppy as he chases his own orgasm.

“Fuck, Sloane.” he roars as he slams into me one final time, grinding his pelvis against my ass as he empties himself into the condom, and still, I feel every hot rush, every thunderous pulse as he twitches and jerks inside me.

My legs feel like jelly, incapable of supporting my weight, and I sag against the glass with Logan’s body pinning me in place and keeping me upright.

He nuzzles into the crook of my neck as he softens and slips out of me, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my sweat-dampened skin.

“That was...” he pants against my nape, apparently as wrecked as I am.

“Yeah,” I agree breathlessly, a grin stretching my lips. “It really was.”

Logan chuckles, warm and intimate, as he reaches down to remove and knot the condom. He tucks himself back into his pants before righting my underwear and smoothing my dress back into place.

My skin tingles everywhere he touches, over-sensitized and electrified.

Once we’re both reasonably put back together, he spins me around in his arms, tugging me flush against the solid wall of his chest.

My hands splay across his heaving pecs, reveling in the heat bleeding through the fine cotton of his shirt, as he dips his head to capture my lips in a languid, sated kiss.

I sigh into the slow, drugging slide of his mouth on mine, my heart doing a funny little stutter-step against my ribs.Logan tastes like peppermint and something uniquely him, an intoxicating flavor I’ll never tire of.

“Look at that,” he murmurs as he pulls back, nodding to the window where the ground rises to meet us. “We even have five minutes to spare.”

Chapter Twenty

LOGAN

“You know, your girlfriend isn’t what I expected.” Wolfson leans back in his leather office chair, lacing his fingers behind his head.

Is he testing me? What does he want me to say? She wasn’t what I expected either. I spent the entire night talking with her. Just talking. And I liked every minute of it.

“What did you expect?”

“I’ll let you in on something, now that we’re friends. My wife said you seemed aloof and that, in the photos she’s seen, it looked like you were dating someone with a stick up her ass. She wasn’t too keen on meeting you two, which is why we changed the location to the club. She figured it would be easier to escape to the dance floor if she didn’t enjoy your company. But she had a great time. Said Sloane was charming and approachable, and while you came across a bit chilly, the kiss between you two was scorching.” He tilts hishead back and laughs. “It turned her on. So, thanks. We had wild sex afterward because of you.”

“You’re welcome, I suppose.” She was probably thinking I’d show up with Georgina. Our old photo pops up every time there’s an article about me. Even though it’s been nearly a year, it’s always the first result in searches. A stick up her ass isn’t a bad description of Georgina, I have to admit.

Wolfson adds, “Valentina enjoyed Sloane’s company so much that we decided we simply must have you over for dinner before you leave. She’s running around the house like a madwoman, getting everything ready for the evening. You’re not planning to bail on us or anything, right?”

“Of course not. We’re looking forward to the evening.” I stretch my lips into a smile and lie. “What about our deal?”