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My bra strap slips down, giving him access to one entire breast. His palm scoops beneath me, holding me up as he suckles me sweetly.

My eyes flutter shut as sensations roll through me.

The scrape of his teeth, the flick of his tongue, the soft, luscious suction that makes me cry out and clutch the back of his head.

“More,” I demand as my other bra strap slips. “That feels so good.”

With a low growl of hunger, he presses my breasts together. He’s licking and sucking and feasting on me like he’s starving. Like mine are the juiciest, most perfect breasts he’s ever tasted. I know that can’t possibly be true, but my God ?—

“Logan.” I’m gripping the back of his head, holding him to me like I’m fearful he might try to run.

But the man doesn’t run. He lays me back gently on the couch, still lavishing my breasts with his hands and his mouth. It goes on for hours, maybe for decades , this generous worship of my body. I’ve lost all sense of time, but there’s one thing I know.

“More.” That’s the second time I’ve said it and Logan looks up to confirm.

With a languid smile, he lets his palm glide up my thigh. Eyes locked with mine, he pushes my skirt to my hips. “This okay?”

I nod, since I’m not sure my voice works. I’m afraid to look down, to see myself bared to a stranger.

But something about Logan doesn’t feel like a stranger. I let my eyes fall to the space where his fingers skim over my panties. He grazes my clit through the satin and I practically fly off the couch.

“Oh, Sara.” He sounds like he’s drunk with desire. “Feel how wet you are.”

Does he want me to touch myself ?

This might be a test. A way to determine if I’m comfortable with my body.

Or maybe he just likes to watch.

The thought that somebody like Logan might get turned on by the sight of someone like me burns hot through my core.

Slowly, I let one trembling hand glide down my body.

I watch his eyes flash as I pause at my breasts, teasing my fingertips over a nipple.

Then I work my way down, dipping a hand in my panties.

“Oh.” I gasp and arch up, shocked by the thrill of my own touch.

“That’s it,” he growls. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

I’m not sure I’ve ever been quite this turned on. Maybe it’s knowing I don’t have to stop. If I asked him to fuck me, he’d do it.

That knowledge is power, or maybe it’s just the thrill of my fingertips fluttering over this throbbing nub. He watches me touch myself, my hand moving inside my panties. He goes back to kissing my breasts as my pleasure builds to a peak.

Logan must sense it. He slides off the couch and drops to his knees in front of me. Hooking his thumbs in the stretchy waist of my skirt, he drags it down slowly, taking my panties with it. His eyes never leave mine as he tosses the fabric aside.

Then he lowers his gaze and I watch his gaze flood with desire. “God, you’ve got a pretty pussy.”

I giggle. I can’t help it. No one’s ever said anything like that to me.

But the words turn me on, so I’m laughing and looking at Logan, waiting to see what he does.

I don’t normally study myself when I’m naked, and certainly not when I’m splayed with a bare-chested man kneeling between my thighs.

Drawing a breath, I let my gaze drift down my body.

To my breasts spilling over the cups of my bra, then my belly and hips and the rest of me.

The slick, swollen folds that no man has seen before. Not until now.

“Oh.” I stop laughing at once, licking my lips. “I?— ”

“So fucking beautiful.” He teases a fingertip through slippery pink petals, and I gasp. “You are unbelievably sexy.”

All lingering traces of shame snuff out at his words. At the heat in his eyes and the red-hot yearning on his face. There’s no way that’s an act. He’s staring at me like he wants me. Like I’m a dessert he’d love to devour.

How does he do that?

Slowly, delicately, he stirs the tip of his finger through that slick little valley. Returning his gaze to my face, he watches me writhe as the pad of his thumb strokes my clit. “You like that?” he murmurs.

Uh, yeah.

I nod since I can’t make my mouth form words. I’m shifting my hips, riding his hand as he teases me. The sound of my wetness fills my ears as my body burns with need. I’m going to come on his hand if he doesn’t slow down.

But that’s not what I want.

Tell him , I hear Camille coach in my head. Tell him what you want.

“Um, I know I registered for face sitting.” I blush as I say it but order myself to keep going. “Can I change my mind?”

“Of course.” He keeps strumming my clit, watching my pleasure play out on my face. “Anything you want, Sara.”

“I just want your mouth.” My face flushes hotter. “There, I mean. I don’t want to sit on your face.” I know it’s a subtle distinction, but I love how this feels with him kneeling in front of me.

He smiles as his thumb rolls my clit. “You want me to lick you right here?”

“Yes.” I gasp as his breath skims my thigh. “That’s what I want.”

“I want that, too.” A growl rumbles up from his chest. “I’d give just about anything to taste this pretty pussy. ”

“Oh.” I love how he makes me feel wanted. Like this is a thing that might turn him on as much as it turns me on.

And holy shit am I turned on. He hasn’t even touched me there with his tongue, but I’m blissed by the stroke of his fingers, the heat of his breath as he nuzzles my thigh.

He nudges me wider, spreading my legs with his shoulders. I should feel exposed or ashamed, but none of those words describe how I’m feeling right now.

I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been as he lowers his mouth to the apex of my thighs. I feel his warm breath before his tongue touches me. I’m squirmy and hot and already halfway to coming as a soft, foreign wetness enfolds me. Clutching the couch, I cry out.

“Oh my God!” My eyes open wide as his tongue strokes my clit.

Holy shit!

That’s what it feels like?

Gentle suction replaces the glide of his tongue and I wish I could see what he’s doing. It’s making me dizzy, the lapping and sweet little suckles. The soft, gentle tug of his mouth. There’s a slow, sexy swirl, then a pressure that feels like his tongue dips inside me.

Inside.

Where no man has touched me before.

I shudder and claw at the couch. Logan devours me, shifting between soft strokes of his tongue and the curl of it plunging inside me. It’s all I can do not to come right away. I want this to last, and I’m not sure I can do it more than once.

“God, Sara.”

I open my eyes as he comes up for breath. He smiles, his lips and chin painted with my arousal, and I brace for a fresh wave of shame.

There’s nothing. No shame at all.

Just a hot, aching urge for him to keep going .

“I don’t know if you’re aware of this.” He pauses to deliver one languid lick up the center of my seam. “A few minutes ago, your clit was this sweet little pink nub.” Another pause as he flutters his tongue on the tip of it.

I whimper and anchor my hands in the cushion. “Oh.”

Logan continues, his lips closing over my clit.

He suckles it gently and I nearly fly off the couch.

“Now it’s this perfect, plump cherry just begging me to taste it and I can’t fucking get enough.

” He rolls his tongue over it, making me whimper with his words and his actions.

“Your pussy is perfect, Sara. So goddamn perfect.”

He makes me believe it, that’s the crazy thing. I never imagined a man would consume me like this. That he’d worship my sex the way Logan is doing, with his voice and his lips and his tongue.

I lie back like a princess and watch the man work. I’m committing his movements to memory, wondering if there’s any way I could ever make myself feel this good. He knows what he’s doing, shifting between gentle suction and the thrust of his tongue. Just as I’m right at the brink, he pulls back.

“God, you taste good.”

“Unh,” I manage, already at a loss for words. Once, I heard Eve and Camille discuss edging. Is that what this is? He’s getting me close, then easing back, ensuring a bigger explosion at the end.

Swallowing hard, I give him a shaky smile. “That feels insanely good.”

He smiles as his palm cups my thigh. “Want me to make you feel even better?”

There’s no physical way that seems possible, but I find myself nodding. “Yes.”

He smiles with his eyes locked on mine, sliding a finger inside me. A feeling of fullness overwhelms me and I find myself gritting my teeth. But Logan moves slowly, coaxing me open as his tongue joins his hand at the party .

“That’s it,” he murmurs, stroking my clit with the flat of his tongue. He syncs up his movements, licking and thrusting in tandem.

“Oh my God.” I was wrong when I thought this couldn’t feel better.

The contrast of sensations, it’s indescribable.

How can anything feel this fucking good?

I’m filled up and throbbing, arching against Logan’s mouth.

The sounds slipping out of me are nothing I thought I was capable of.

I’m whimpering, gasping, babbling like a lunatic as he starts to move faster.

“That’s it, baby.” His tongue flutters like a pulse. “God, I feel you squeezing me.”

He does? I feel it too, those tender pulses telling me I’m close. So close. He suckles that tight, swollen bud and I claw at the back of his head.

“Oh, God!” I scream as the waves pull me under.

There’s softness and pressure, the churn of his tongue and the deep plunge of pleasure inside me. I feel myself flying, soaring, launching into orbit.

“Yes, yes, yes !” I scream and arch up, squeezing my eyes shut as the orgasm takes me. “Logan!”

There’s pulsing and pounding and somebody calling my name. Is it God or just Logan, coaxing me into a climax that goes on forever. I never had any idea my body could do this. There’s an echo of thunder, a bright clap of lightning, and then?—

“Sara!”

My eyes fly open and so does the door.

At the front of my suite stands Trent. He’s sweaty and wild-eyed with his chiseled chest heaving like he swam here from Oregon.

His eyes drop to my breasts, to my spread thighs and Logan’s mouth between my legs.

The strangest expression floods Trent’s face as he stares. “Jesus.”