Page 117 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

“Yes,” I say as a breath.

“And quiet?”

This time I can’t say anything as Logan’s fingers start tracing lines down to my breasts. “Then you better not scream when I fuck this pretty pussy.”

Logan spins me around and captures my mouth in his before I can say anything else. Our hands are all over each other, knowing we’re on the clock, but also wanting—no, needing—to bring each other to pleasure.

Logan begins backing me up while simultaneously trailing his fingers down my body. As soon as my legs hit the back of the bed and I fall back, Logan’s fingers are inside me, working me quickly, efficiently, and most important, perfectly.

This man wasn’t lying that first night when he said his fingers were his superpower. I swear to the Goddess of Orgasms, this man could make me come with just his fingers in two seconds flat and no warm up. He knows just the spot, and his fingers do some sort of acrobatic moves to get the job done.

I swallow a groan as Logan picks up the speed and pressure, and just as I’m about to let out a sound that would probably be a half scream/moan, Logan’s mouth is on mine, swallowing any reaction as my orgasm hits me fast and hard.

“Just like that, Love,” he says as he starts to bring me down. “Come on my fingers. Soak them.”

Oh this man and his dirty mouth…

And while I’d love to just lay back and bask in this afterglow, I came up here with a reason—and that was to fuck my husband.

“Your turn,” I say, pushing him down so I can straddle him. “I want to ride you.”

Logan gives me a devilish grin. “Happy Christmas to me.”

I quickly line him up to my center and easily slide down on his cock. I throw my head back as I let him fill me, always needing a second to get used to him before I can chase what I want.

“That’s it,” he says as he grabs my hips. “Take all of me.”

His hands run up my stomach and take down the cups of my bra, letting him squeeze and tease both breasts as I begin to ride him. My hands find his muscular chest, needing his built pecs to hold onto as my speed picks up more, especially when he tweaks my nipples like he’s doing now.

“Logan…” I moan, and probably a little too loud, but both of us are too in the moment to care. “You feel so good.”

“Yes…” Logan replies his hips starting to buck into mine. “So perfect.”

I throw my hands back behind me, letting my back arch slightly as the new angle is hitting just the spot I needed to scratch. And judging by the low groan from Logan, he likes it too.

“Right there,” I say. “It’s right there.”

“Keep going,” he says. “Take it. Take me. Take whatever you want.”

With his words of encouragement and Logan’s fingers flipping the switch on my clit, I’m coming harder than I ever have in my life. Logan’s not far behind, grabbing onto me and holding me against his chest as I we both do our best to ride out, then recover, from orgasms that seemed to pulse through our entire bodies.

“Maeve! I know you’re in there!”

My bubble of bliss is popped when I hear Quinn outside my door.

“Don’t say anything,” I whisper to Logan, who nods in agreement.

“I can hear you whispering, and frankly, I’m just glad I didn’t hear other things. Stella’s trying to distract, but Mom is starting to ask where you two are. You have five minutes, tops, before she goes on the hunt.”

“You’re my favorite sister!” Logan yells, which earns him a playful slap on his chest.

“Damn straight.”

“Hurry!” I instruct, responsible Maeve coming back to her senses. I slowly pull myself off him, but realizing in the process that I’m a mess, both of us need to be cleaned off, and this comforter needs probably more than a tumble through the wash cycle.

“This isn’t good,” I say. “What are we going to do?”

Logan chuckles as he grabs his pants and pulls them back on. “Offer to decorate this room for your mother? Maybe she’d like to make it her sewing room.”

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