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CHAPTER 20

SLOANE

I was barely aware of Logan getting up from the couch and moving me toward the door. I stayed in a daze as he led me through the lobby and down the sidewalk until he was helping me into his truck.

He didn’t try to talk to me as we drove.

I didn’t wake up, so to speak, until we were pulling into a parking garage, and I realized that Logan hadn’t taken me back to my condo—he’d brought me to his place.

“What are we doing here?” I asked, still not understanding why he wasn’t kicking me out of his truck in front of my apartment and shouting “good riddance” as loud as he could.

He glanced over at me with an unimpressed look. “Obviously I’m not leaving you alone tonight,” he told me matter-of-factly, like that was something I should have known.

Logan parked and came around to let me out of the truck and then grabbed my hand as he led me toward the elevator.

The door clicked shut behind us, the sound echoing in the quiet entryway of his apartment. Shadows stretched along the walls, the dim light catching the sharp angles of his jaw and the faint stubble that made him look rougher, hungrier. Logan stood there, still as stone, his eyes locked on me, and for a moment, it felt like the entire world had shrunk to just this hallway. Just him.

I should have been thinking about how to get out of this—how to disentangle myself from whatever this was. Instead, I found myself studying him. The way his blond hair fell slightly over his forehead, the way his broad shoulders filled the space, and the way he seemed so utterly untouchable for a girl as tainted as myself were all overwhelming to me.

He shifted, his hands clenching at his sides as though he was trying to keep himself in check. “I should give you a chance to leave,” he said finally, his voice low, the words almost hesitant.

There was a pause, and then his mouth twisted into something that might have been a smile if it weren’t so full of frustration. “But I can’t,” he admitted, his voice raw. “I won’t even pretend that I can.”

My chest tightened, and I dropped my gaze to the floor for a moment, as if that might shield me from the intensity of his confession.

I didn’t move.

Instead, I looked back up at him, my pulse racing as I searched his face, trying to find an answer that wasn’t there. His expression was raw, unguarded, and it unsettled me in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I tried to think of all the reasons I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t stay. There were plenty of them, an endless list of warnings I should heed.

I should leave.

But…

My gaze traced the line of his collar. I could feel the weight of his stare pressing into me, grounding me and making me want to run all at once. But my feet stayed rooted to the polished floor.

I blinked, continuing to study him. “I think my life has shown that maybe I shouldn’t be given any big choices. I’ll always choose the wrong one.”

A faint flicker of a grin slid across his lips, but then it slipped away.

“I want you,” he said roughly. “I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. I want you more than hockey, more than money…more than fucking air. Tell me I can finally have you, Sloane.” He took a deep breath. “Tell me that you’re mine.”

I stared at him, admiring his face for a moment as I told myself one last time all the reasons why this wouldn’t work.

And then I forgot them all.

I stepped back, keeping my eyes on his as I slowly slid the strap of my dress down my shoulder.

One side and then the other. His eyes sparked as he watched me, like his very life was tied to every move I made.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a sexy rasp, his dark green eyes glittering as he focused on me.

I’d had many men watch me as I undressed, but none of them had watched me like this, like a man dying of thirst.

I slid my dress down my body until it pooled at my heeled feet, and I was standing there in nothing but my lingerie and heels.

“Logan York,” I whispered. “I don’t know how any of this can last. I don’t know how anything you say can be true…but for however long it can…I’m yours.”

He stood there for a long moment, so long I started to wonder if he’d changed his mind…

And then he snapped.

Logan grabbed my arms and spun me around, his firm chest against my back. His hand drifted to my breast, softly kneading it as his other hand slid down my stomach, down my thighs, and then up again.

“Mine,” he growled, and I shivered at the sensation of his breath caressing my skin.

His arms tightened around my waist, and then he was lifting me up, moving me so that his hard cock could rub against my ass.

I whimpered as he set me down, leaning over me as one of his hands slid between my legs, caressing my clit through my already soaked panties. He rubbed harder, and I squirmed as the pleasure consumed me. His other hand went back to my breast, pinching my nipple beneath the thin lace.

“Logan,” I gasped.

“I couldn’t make up this body, even in my wildest dreams, Sloane. I’m convinced you were made just for me,” he said. I melted against him, loving the feeling of him surrounding me. I cried out as his fingers continued to work my breast, kneading and pulling at my nipples while his other hand applied just the right amount of pressure to my clit.

“I want you. Take me to bed,” I whimpered, feeling out of my mind as an orgasm built inside me.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he bit out, scooping me into his arms and walking down the hallway to his bedroom. My heels fell to the wooden floor with a clatter as we moved.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Logan ordered as he stopped halfway down the hall and shifted me so I could obey. He slid me down his abdomen, his huge dick sliding against my core.

“Ohh,” I panted as he started walking again. His cock was rubbing against my clit with each step as his tongue slid down my neck.

“Logan. This is—” I tried to say, but every step felt better, until I was on the verge of coming just from the movement.

I was almost over the edge when we reached the bed, and I whined when he stopped walking.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and my eyes flashed to his as he stared at me unwaveringly, something that almost resembled madness lurking in his gaze.

Or maybe…that was just love.

Since I met him, I was starting to understand—the two could feel the same.

He pulled me against his dick, rolling his hips in a way that showed exotic dancers evidently had nothing on hot hockey players. Like he had the ability to read my mind, he somehow stopped each time I was about to climax, until my cries were filling the room because I was so desperate for him.

Considering I’d never had a partner who could make me come…this felt far too easy for him. I was starting to think that Logan York had magical powers.

“Please,” I begged, my voice desperate and needy.

I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life . His words echoed in my head, a mimicry for how I was feeling.

He slowly slid me down his body until my feet hit the floor. Still staring, he ripped his shirt off, leaving me momentarily stunned as I gaped at him.

I’d never get used to this level of perfection. Every time I saw him, it felt life changing.

Smooth, taut skin stretched over sculpted, tattooed, chiseled muscle. As I stared at his defined abs, I remembered that I’d wanted to lick them the first time I’d seen them.

Now seemed as good a time as any.

He watched, his hands slowing at his belt as I leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his chest before my tongue dipped out and slid across his skin.

“Sloane,” he breathed.

“I want to taste ,” I told him, and his eyes glimmered.

“Just for a second. I need to be inside you.” There was a feral edge to his voice that had me dripping for him.

My tongue dipped down his chest, and I traced each ab, just how I wanted, worshiping every inch of his sculpted form.

“My turn,” he purred, picking me up and dropping me on the bed. A second later, my bra was snapped, my panties were gone, and I was spread out before him, completely naked.

“Fuck,” Logan swore, pushing a tattooed hand across his face. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

I smiled, and he lunged forward, his mouth capturing my nipple as he sucked hard. I arched beneath him, my core tightening as his talented, perfect tongue set my body on fire.

I was faintly aware of his hands moving between us as he pushed his pants down, but then his rough fingers were trailing through my folds, pushing inside me as his mouth teased my breasts.

My head thrashed back and forth, my cries filling the room as he added another finger…and then another.

“I want you,” I breathed. His mouth worked its way up my chest, and then my neck, before he was kissing me again, his lips hard and desperate.

My hips moved against his fingers, trying to get more friction, but he was determined to be in charge. His movements were agonizingly slow, his fingers sliding out of me in a sedate pace that wouldn’t allow me to come.

“Please,” I begged in between filthy, possessive kisses. “Please. Please. Please.”

A tear slid down my face when he removed his fingers, and he briefly pulled back.

“Shhh. Baby. I’m going to give you what we both need,” he murmured.

He slid me back on the bed and crawled over me, and my eyes greedily took in his tattooed chest. He was completely covered with ink. And I couldn’t wait to discover every mark on his body.

Logan pushed my thighs apart, and a moment later his cock was sliding through my slick folds.

I glanced down and almost passed out.

Holy fuck.

His dick was a monster.

“Thank you,” he said, and I realized that I’d said that out loud.

I’d seen a lot of dicks, but nothing held a candle to what was in front of me. How did he walk around all day with that in between his legs?

“Lots of practice,” he assured me, and I slapped my hands over my mouth because I obviously couldn’t be trusted to speak right now. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he said as he moved my hands away from my face. “Now kiss me while I make you mine.”

My lips met his, and he sucked on my tongue as he pushed in slowly…gently…like I was made of glass instead of a whore.

I gasped against him, trying to adjust to his size as he stretched me, inch by inch.

There was an awestruck look in his eyes, like we were teenagers, fumbling around in bed, and this was the first time he’d ever felt a woman’s cunt.

Or maybe it was something more.

A hiccuped sob burst from my mouth as he surged all the way in. It was more. Definitely more.

“Red. You’re doing so good,” he breathed as he pressed kiss after exquisite kiss across my face.

“It’s too much,” I told him, and a tear trickled down my cheek.

“I know,” he said simply, before his hips tilted and he pulled back slowly.

Our eyes were locked as he slammed into me hard, and my cry met his deep growl.

He kissed me softly as he expertly moved, his dick hitting every perfect place inside me.

His arms caged me in, and I was consumed by him.

His scent, the sound of our bodies moving together, the way his hair fell in his eyes.

I love you , I wanted to whisper to the world.

But I think he already knew.

“You’re perfect, Sloane Calloway,” he breathed as his huge cock fucked in and out of me, his muscles flexing under my fingers as I held on and enjoyed the ride with every fiber of my being.

He was transforming me.

“I didn’t know it could be like this,” I sobbed as an orgasm ripped through my veins, the pleasure almost agonizing in its intensity.

He buried his face in my neck, groaning as we moved together.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled. “Fuck.”

My nails bit into his skin as his hips moved faster. He was too big for me, and every push of his hips carried a bite of pain with it.

But I loved it.

My insides clenched as his finger found my clit between us. “Come with me, Red. Squeeze my dick and give me what I want.”

A few thrusts later, and his movements became erratic.

My cry was almost a scream as I came again, emotion and euphoria surging through me as he groaned, and I felt his hot seed deep inside.

“My perfect, magical girl,” he whispered as he pressed kisses against my skin. I sobbed again, my emotions too much to be kept inside.

Magical .

I’d never been called that before.

Amazing. Good. Incredible. Sexy.

I’d gotten all of those.

But I hadn’t gotten that.

I let the word spread across my skin, sinking into my veins until there was a warm feeling everywhere.

Until a thought hit me.

“I’m on birth control,” I said hurriedly, as I’d grasped that I’d just let him come inside me. Birth control was unnecessary since I couldn’t have children, but going bare was still something I never did given my occupation…and my history.

Surprisingly, though, I wasn’t panicking like I normally would have. And not just because it was impossible for me to have kids. But because it was him, and I…loved having a part of him inside me like that.

Logan lifted up, a strange look in his eyes as he stared…almost like he was disappointed. “Okay,” he finally murmured before breathing a kiss onto my lips and rolling so his full weight wasn’t on top of me.

“What happens now?” I asked as we lay on our sides, staring at each other only inches apart. His breath was my breath as we breathed in, like we were in our own magica l world that only included us.

“Now you let yourself love me and trust me to catch you,” he responded, reaching up to smooth a piece of hair from my face.

“Okay, Logan.”

The words slipped from my lips, and I didn’t hate it when they did.

He smiled, and it might have been the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“Good girl.”

I tried to stay in that moment; a part of me worried it was another perfect piece of time that would slip away…but my eyes still closed.

And I was so exhausted that I forgot to ask before I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep…how had he known where I was tonight?