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Nikki

“I can’t believe you thought to get dinner. Thank you.” It really was the sweetest damn thing and honestly it was the last thing I needed after the mess that was today. “Seriously, thank you.”

“No need to thank me.” Logan gestured to the half-eaten steak on my plate. “You gonna eat that?”

“I’m too upset to eat,” I said as I shifted the food around on my plate. Thankfully, Livvy hadn’t had that problem, and after an eventful evening with Logan, she fell asleep less than five minutes after she finished her burger.

“I don’t like seeing you upset, it pisses me off that someone did this to you.”

Could he be any more thoughtful? Dammit. “Me too,” I said. But then I tried to lighten the mood, “I know I’ve only had a few mouthfuls, but this steak is really good.”

He flashed that heart stopping grin that never failed to send tingles to all the good parts of my body. “Livvy said steak was your favorite.”

“I bet she didn’t say ribeye.” She didn’t even know what it was.

He shrugged. “I had to guess and everybody likes ribeye.”

There was that damn smile doing wicked things to my body. Again. “Yeah. I’m guessing you’re responsible for Livvy’s lesson on steak fries?”

He shrugged. It was adorable. Logan stood and refilled my wine glass. “Let’s go out back so we can talk. The front door is locked up tight and you’ve got one of those baby monitors, right?” He nodded towards the monitor on the coffee table. While Livvy didn’t wake up in the night anymore, I still used it on the occasions where I wanted to sit on the porch in the evenings, just in case she got up and wondered where I was.

Another word of gratitude was on the tip of my tongue, but I bit it back. “Sounds good.” I grabbed a beer from the fridge for Logan and followed him outside, where I finally let my anger fly. “They trashed the entire station lobby, scaring the hell out of the receptionist and the doorman.”

“They weren’t hurt, were they?”

Shit, how many times was he going to make my insides do a somersault tonight? “Nope, just scared as fuck.” I kicked off my shoes and paced in the grass, stopping once in a while to sip my wine. “Don’t they realize I host a radio show? I’m not a fucking journalist!” It was good, letting it all out now. I maintained a brave face for the people who worked hard to help put on my show five nights a week, and for management who worried I might bail. But now, here at home with no one but Logan as a witness, I let it go. “What did they even hope to accomplish besides scaring my coworkers?”

“Fear was their entire plan,” he offered plainly.

“I wish that was it.” I shook my head as I thought about everything that came after they smashed their way into the building. “They came upstairs but they bypassed the studio and production booth, and went straight to my office, which they trashed.” My pacing slowed just long enough to finish my wine.

Logan stared at me for a long time without saying a word. He was probably thinking about the quickest way to get the hell away from the crazy woman without seeming rude. “They’re looking for something.”

“Maybe,” I conceded. “But again,” I said a little louder and pointed at myself. “I’m not a journalist, and I already posted the video, so what else would they think I have?” Logan looked down at his phone, thumbs flying across the keyboard.

“What are you doing?”

“Sending Slate a message,” he answered before our gazes connected. “He’s our Tech Captain and resident hacker, and if there’s anything we need to know, he can find it.”

“That’s cool, but how can he find what they’re looking for when I don’t even know?” The video was already posted and didn’t seem to gather much traction, and that was all I had. “Even if I was a journalist, I’d keep that information on a flash drive or a cloud server, not in a file cabinet like it’s nineteen fucking eighty-five!” I was frustrated and scared and angry.

“Nikki.” His tone was forceful even though his volume was low.

“Yeah?”

Logan stood and sighed. “It’s okay to be scared. And frustrated. And pissed off.” One side of his mouth kicked up in amusement.

“I know, but this doesn’t make sense. If the only goal was to scare me, mission accomplished.”

His big body got bigger as he came towards me, one step at a time. And then he was there, right in front of me, blocking out the golden glow of the porch light. “Come here.” He motioned me closer, and I went easily, sighing when he wrapped those strong arms around me. “It’s okay to be scared but I’ve got your back.” He kissed the top of my head, an absent gesture of comfort that sent a rush of warmth through my body.

I pulled back and looked up, curious about what he was thinking and what I saw was heat. Even in the dim light I saw the way his gaze darkened, and desire took over. “Logan.”

“Nikki,” he moaned a heartbeat before his mouth crashed down on mine. His kiss was all-consuming and within seconds my fears and worries melted away. He kissed like it was his damn job, sending tingles down my spine just as lava settled between my thighs. His tongue swept across my lips, so tantalizing that my breath hitched, and he slipped between my lips, devoured every inch of my mouth until I trembled in his arms.

My legs trembled and I moaned into his mouth, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt in my fists. “Logan.” I whispered against his mouth.

“Tell me what you want Nikki.”

That was easy. “You. Come on.” My hands slid down his chest until I reached his waistband and tugged him close. I clasped my hand with his and dragged him up the stairs and into the house, going up another set of stairs until we stood at my bedroom door.

“You sure about this?”

Mostly. “Yes.” My body was in charge right now and Logan was what she wanted. “Are you?”

He nodded. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I left your bed six years ago.”

“Then let’s go.” I pushed open the door and waited for Logan to make up his mind. My shoulders relaxed when he took a step forward and then another and another before he turned to me.

“You got me into your lair. Now what?”

I smiled and closed the door, twisting the lock just in case Livvy forgot to knock. “Now, we enjoy each other.” Feeling bold, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, tossing it aside.

His nostrils flared. “Fucking gorgeous.”

Shivers made my whole body tremble. “Your turn.”

His smile came slow, but it was scorching hot as he removed his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. “Next?”

I sucked in a deep breath and then shucked my jeans and socks, leaving me in nothing but a ridiculously small pair of red panties. “You can handle these, can’t you?”

Logan walked to me and lifted me in the air before tossing me onto my bed. His gaze was red hot as it raked over my body, taking in every detail, every change since he’d last seen me naked. “You’re even hotter than I remember.”

“You don’t have to say that,” I insisted because I knew what I looked like. My stomach would never be flat again. My thighs weren’t as firm as they used to be either.

“Of course I don’t have to,” he growled and grabbed one ankle, resting it on his shoulder before doing the same with the other. His lips brushed my ankle, and I shivered. “Your body was bangin’ before, but now, it’s softer. Sexier.”

I wanted to deny his words, but the softness of his lips and the abrasiveness of his scruff was an irresistible combination that had me writhing long before his tongue slid along the crease between my thigh and pussy. “Logan,” I moaned and arched into his touch.

He growled in pleasure when his tongue touched my clit, lapping at the sensitive nub until moisture flooded my core. His fingertips dug into my thighs as he held me open and used his mouth to make sweet love to my pussy.

“Logan,” I shouted as my fingers tangled in his hair.

He continued growling with every swipe of his tongue. He sucked on my clit and then my pussy lips, unlocking nerve endings I didn’t even know existed. When his tongue slipped inside of me, all rational thought left my mind. He tongue fucked me and I met him stroke for stroke until the pleasure built up to an almost unbearable level.

“Logan, I’m close.”

He grunted and licked a trail of heat from my opening to my clit before two fingers stretched me out. Logan pumped his fingers while his lips and tongue did wild things to my clit and soon—too soon—I erupted like a long dormant volcano. He laughed and moaned, lapping up my orgasm, the vibrations from his laugh prolonging the aftershocks.

“Holy fuck!” I gripped his hair tighter and rubbed against his mouth until every last ounce of pleasure was wrung from my body.

“Such a sweet pussy,” he said, his words deep and gravelly as he slid his fingers from my pussy to his mouth. He stood and finally rid himself of those jeans and boxer briefs.

“Were you always so ripped?” My mouth watered at the sight of him, all muscles and ink.

His chuckle was a deep rumble. “Maybe we both got better with age?”

“Possibly,” I answered breathlessly. “Why don’t we find out?”

Logan didn’t need any further encouragement. His knees dropped onto the mattress, and he crawled over my body, kissing his way from my hipbones up to my breasts, torturing the flesh and my nipples until my body was on fire once again.

“I need you, Logan. Now. Need to feel you filling me up.” I watched, totally enraptured by the way his jaw clenched as he lined our bodies up.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” The words were strained as he pushed deeper, stretching me out. “You good?”

I nodded. “So fucking good.” He was big and thick, deliciously so. Each time he drove deep and stretched me out, a moan of pleasure escaped.

“Yes, Logan.” I hadn’t had sex since the day I—we—conceived Livvy, and Logan was even more skilled now. His body was a work of art, a weapon of pleasure, and he unleashed it on me with a wild abandon that fascinated me. I couldn’t look away from the beautiful picture he presented as his body moved quicker and deeper. “More. Please.”

He smiled. “Greedy, girl.”

“You feel too good. Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he growled in return before he continued pounding deeper. Harder. Faster.

“Yes!” I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels into the firm muscles of his ass as I met him stroke for stroke. “Oh, god, yes!”

“Not god, sweetheart. Logan.” That sexy smirk was just the push I needed to fall over the edge.

“Logan!” My toes curled and my muscles tightened, which made Logan fuck me harder and deeper. Long strokes that prolonged my pleasure until I couldn’t stand it. “Logan,” I moaned through my orgasm.

“Ah, fuck Nikki.” His mouth fused to mine as he pounded deep and fast, another orgasm rose up just as his was unleashed, thick, hot streams that warmed my insides. “Nikki,” he grunted one more time, burying his cock as deep as he could until the last ounce of pleasure left his body. “Fuck.”

“That was… wow.” I felt the grin as it split my face, but I didn’t care, I felt too good. Too satisfied.

“Wow feels too tame for what that was,” he gasped and panted before he rolled to his side and brought me with him, our bodies still connected.

From that position he was even deeper, and my body clenched tight around him. “Oh!”

His hands gripped my hips and held me there, shivering as I pulsed around him. “Fuck woman, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

I smiled and rolled my hips just a little. “Not quite.” I pressed my palms on his chest and pushed up before sliding down his cock again with a low moan. “Just more pleasure and what the French call the ‘little death’.” And then I took my time riding him until he filled me with so much pleasure, I was worried it would rip me in half.

But falling asleep in a man’s arms? That made me worry more about my heart than my life.