Page 106 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

It’s so simple, yet somehow so complex at the same time. I’ve had to be in control with men more times than I can count. And it’s not because the person I was with was giving me that control. No, I had to take it. Because if I didn’t, no one else was going to, and then I was going to be left with a sore jaw, a dry pussy, and a best actress award for Best Faking of an Orgasm in a Comedy.

But here’s Logan, a man who I know could take control in five seconds if he wanted to. He did that first night we were together. But no. Instead he’s giving it to me. Letting me take the lead because he knows that’s what I want. What I’m craving.

And I don’t know if he could do anything sexier…

“Take off my dress,” I ask, turning to the side to give him access to my zipper. Could I do it myself? Yes. But I’m not about to turn down the opportunity to feel Logan’s fingers runningdown my side, sending goosebumps through me with every inch of skin he touches.

“Gladly.”

He steps to me, kissing my shoulder as he finds the zipper. His lips continue tasting every bit of exposed skin as his fingers do exactly what I hoped they do as my dress slowly releases from my body.

“Beautiful,” he says as his hand travels up my back and slowly pushes away the one strap of my dress. He tugs it just enough for it to pool on the floor, leaving me standing in front of Logan in nothing but a strapless bra, my three-inch heels, and a barely-there G-string.

All in black, of course.

“You’ve been wearing this all night?” His words come out in a near growl. “Jesus fucking Christ, Maeve…”

My body heats as his kisses become harder. I let my hand search for his cock, wanting to feel what I’m really doing to him.

I purr as I start to stroke him through his tuxedo pants. “You’re so fucking hard, Logan.”

“For you, Love. Only for you.”

My head falls back as Logan starts kissing around my neck, making sure not an inch hasn’t been neglected by his lips. He feels so good I don’t want him to stop. But there’s something else I want more.

I step away from Logan’s mouth, which I miss instantly. He’s slightly confused, and maybe even more so as I take his hand and walk him to his bed.

And yes, it has on the sheets, blanket, and comforter I picked out.

I sit down on the edge, crossing my legs as he stands before me.

“I’m in control?”

I know I am, but the verification would be nice, especially since I’m asking him to do some things maybe not every man would be into.

“Completely.”

Our eyes lock and a fire passes between them. “Strip.”

My command is simple and to the point, and I pray in this moment that I’m not freaking Logan out. Not all men would be willing to do this for the women they’re with, no matter what stage of a relationship—or hookup—they’d be in.

But only seconds after the word leaves my mouth, a twinkle hits Logan’s eye.

“You want a show?”

I relax back a little on the bed, my hands behind me so I can lean back but still get a full view. “I want to look at what’s mine.”

Fire. That’s the only word I can think of to describe the look Logan gives me as those words come out of my mouth.

The weirdest part? I’m not even phased by it. If tonight has proven anything to me, it’s that I’m in this. My brain and my emotions might be playing a little bit of catch up, but this man is here and real and the feelings I’m feeling are real, too.

And when you find them, you don’t let them go.

No. You claim them as yours.

Logan doesn’t say anything else as he slowly unbuttons his jacket, taking his time as he slips it off his broad shoulders. He tosses it to the side and makes quick work of his bow tie. I bite my lip as I watch in awe as he somehow unbuckles his cufflinks while never taking his eyes off me. With every second that passes, my body heats just that much more for him. My pussy is throbbing as I watch the show I asked for. But as much as I want him to relieve that pressure, I also don’t want to miss a minute of this performance.

“Do it,” Logan says as he takes a few steps toward me.

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