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Abbey giggled like it was some grand proclamation, while Lisa’s smirk deepened slightly.

The club surged with chaotic energy, flashes of color slicing through clouds of mist while bodies ground together on the dance floor. The air was thick enough to taste—spilled alcohol and faded cologne.

“Can we just go?” Abbey urged, tugging at Brick’s arm until he swayed but remained seated, too unsteady to coordinate standing up.

Devon stepped in, his bruised knuckle visible as he gripped Brick’s forearm. “She’s right… let’s go.” Using his strength, he hauled Brick to his feet, steadying him when he stumbled forward. A flash of something filled his expression as he slipped a hand into his pocket, the cool glass vial brushing against his fingers like a secret, waiting for its big reveal.

Outside, an Uber idled by the curb and they piled inside one by one—ending this chapter and giving way to whatever came next in this unwritten game where no one played fair.

CHAPTER 50

The bedroom borenone of the earlier chaos. Shadows danced across the walls, their inky movements a reflection of the flickering moonlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains.

Ethan now stood at the edge of the bed, his muscular shoulders illuminated in the glow outside, every muscle taut and defined as he moved with quiet purpose. Minor bruises marred his flesh—a shadowy bloom across his cheekbone and a faint purpling along his temple, evidence of what he’d survived tonight.

His white boxers clung to his hips as he leaned forward, smoothing out the quilt with methodical precision. His fingers tugged at corners until they lay flat, as though restoring order to the bed could somehow erase the disorder that had rippled through their evening.

Logan lounged against the pillows, bare-chested and at ease, the operator’s usual vigilance momentarily set aside. His dog tags caught the light every so often, the faint metallic glint contrasting against his tanned skin. A lazy smile curled his lip as his eyes tracked Ethan’s movements with an intensity that made the room feel warmer.

Reaching out, he grabbed Ethan by the hand and pulled him into his lap. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he said, resting his palm on the curve of Ethan’s ass. His touch was firm yet gentle, as his fingers traced slow circles over the taut white fabric.

“I might have some idea, Master Chief,” Ethan replied, emphasizing Logan’s rank with a playfulness that was entirely inappropriate given the circumstances and a reminder of boundaries crossed and rules broken.

Logan exhaled as his other hand grazed down Ethan’s spine, each touch leaving a trail of heat that seemed to seep into his bones. “You feel that?” he murmured, grinding subtly to emphasize his point. “That’s what you do to me.”

Ethan swallowed as an involuntary pulse shot through him. Wearing only his shorts, it was impossible to ignore how quickly he responded to Logan’s touch. His cock twitched against the fabric, swelling fast as he let out what bordered on a moan. “Oh God…” The words slipped from his lips as Logan continued to explore with maddening patience along the crease of his ass.

“Not God,” Logan chuckled, his voice husky with want. “Just a man who’s breaking every regulation in the book for you.”

He tightened his grip and lowered Ethan back onto the bed. “Stay right where you are,” he commanded, the authority in his voice unmistakable.

Ethan hesitated but obeyed, bracing himself against the mattress as Logan’s hands moved with newfound purpose. The sudden tug of fabric sliding down caught him off guard—the elastic waistband biting briefly before giving way entirely.

He kicked away his shorts and now fully naked he could sense Logan’s eyes focused on him.

“Are you just going to stare at me all night?” he teased, “or is this some new tactical assessment?”

The light from the window painted him in shades of silver and shadow, accentuating every dip and rise of muscle across his lean frame. “You’re fucking perfect,” Logan replied, the words spoken with quiet reverence as he trailed one hand up Ethan’s thigh. “When you look this good… Can you blame me?”

Ethan sucked in a sharp breath and as Logan’s fingers ghosted over his abs he bit back a groan.

Logan continued stroking him, slow enough to tease but steady enough to drive him inch-by-inch toward insanity. His hands clenched against the mattress as pleasure coiled low in his stomach.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice barely more than a rasp, hips bucking forward instinctively.

It drew a wicked smile from Logan as he pressed another kiss on his chest. “We’ve got a couple of hours before we need to head in,” he whispered. “I plan to make every minute count.”

Ethan was all muscle and heat, and for a fleeting moment, an ache flared deep in Logan’s chest—a buried longing that whispered,I want him inside me.But now wasn’t about him. Now was about Ethan—about dragging every ounce of pleasure from him until he unraveled completely.

He pressed his bare chest flush against Ethan’s and the contact was electric.

Skin met skin, heat radiating between them as he buried his face against the crook of Ethan’s neck.

“You’re killing me.” Logan inhaled deeply, and nuzzled closer, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below his ear.

Ethan shuddered, his hips jerking upwards, words broken into fragments between gasps. “Logan… stop… stop fucking teasing me.”

“Is that an order, Petty Officer?” Logan asked, deliberately using Ethan’s rank as he slowed his pace, letting his hand glide up his torso until his fingers found a nipple.

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