Page 73 of The Secret Heir Next Door

“I really am sorry that I lied and put you in a shit position. My family…they’re infuriating, and I reacted. It’s not…it’s not that I did it for them. I…really care about you, and I want to see where this goes.”

“Logan, you went from being unsure if you were relationship material to putting us engaged. Do you have any idea what that looks like to me?”

“Like I’m a walking red flag?”

“Yes, and that you’re just using me to get back at your family and I’m not okay with that.”

“I wouldn’t be either. Please believe me when I tell you that’s not what this is.”

She gazes back into my eyes, searching for the truth, and hopefully, she sees it. The last thing I want is for her to think thatI’m using her. It seems wild to think that I’ve fallen for her so quickly, but I have. I don’t want to jeopardize this with her.

I tip her chin up and smile softly. I brush my lips softly against hers before I tug her closer against me.

As her lips meet mine, I feel a rush of relief flooding through me. Her response is hesitant at first, but then she melts into the kiss, her hands coming up to rest on my chest. It's a moment of connection, of understanding passing between us without words.

When we finally pull away, she looks up at me with a mixture of emotions in her eyes. I can see the wariness there, the lingering doubt about my intentions. But I also see something else – a flicker of hope, of longing.

"Logan," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to believe you. I want to trust that this is real, that you're not just playing games with me."

I take her hands in mine and press a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "I promise you, Serena. This is real. I'm done with games—done with pretending to be someone I'm not. With you, it's different.”

She raises up on her toes and kisses me and this time, it’s a kiss full of passion and hunger. My hands go into her hair, deepening it as I feel her mold to me.

I pick her up and carry her to the couch.

“No. The bedroom,” she giggles as she points toward a door.

I chuckle as I pick her back up and throw her over my shoulder. She’s still giggling as I drop her gently onto the bed. I yank off my shirt and start undoing my pants.

She sits up, watching me intently as I do. Her fingers graze my stomach as she leans forward and kisses my abs. As I shuck my pants, her mouth goes to my already engorged cock, licking it gently as she swirls her tongue around the head.

I groan at her touch, my hands twitching as I try to fight the urge to thrust into her mouth. She must sense my struggle because she looks up at me with a smirk, her eyes shimmering with lust.

"What's the matter, Logan? Can't handle a little foreplay?" She purrs, running her fingers up and down my shaft.

I chuckle, my breath coming out ragged. "If this is foreplay, I'm not sure I can handle the main event."

“You’ll be fine,” she murmurs as she takes me into her mouth again.

Her hand cups my balls as she starts to play.

I'm lost in the sensation of her talented mouth and skilled hand, and I find myself thrusting into her mouth without thinking. Her eyes never leave mine as she continues, and I know she's enjoying this game as much as I am.

"Serena," I growl, my control slipping. "We need to stop."

She smiles wickedly, pulling away from me. "Why? Are you afraid of what comes next?"

"No," I admit, my voice hoarse. "I'm afraid of how much I want it."

She sits back on the bed, and I pull her up to me. I kiss her hungrily as both of us fight to get her clothes off her.

I need to be inside of her, to fill her.

Once her clothes are discarded onto the floor, I gently nudge her backward, so she falls onto the bed. I follow her.

I lower myself onto her, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. Our skin touches, and I gasp at the sensation, my arousal throbbing against her.

I kiss her deeply, exploring her mouth with my tongue, tasting her passion. My hands roam her body, feeling her curves, her skin, the marks of my love bites, the spots I had claimed as mine.

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