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Baby. She called me baby.

His heart thumped in his chest so hard he thought she would hear it.

“And you?” He asked. “When were you last tested?”

She took the foil packet from his unresisting hand and tore it open, pinching the end and rolling it down his hard length. Her hands felt amazing on him, and he groaned.

“Last year,” she said. “After the last time I...All clear.”

“Me too.”

“Good,” she said, shooting him a radiant smile. “Because I need you inside me. Now.”

Logan smirked. “Who am I to get between a lady and her ambition?”

She laughed, throwing a leg over his thighs and rising up above him. She lifted herself up on her knees and Logan gripped his cock, lining himself up with her entrance.

As Harper eased herself down onto his hard length, she moaned, throwing her head back and tossing her hair. He lifted his knees and planted his feet on the bed, bracing her against his thick thighs.

When she was fully seated on him, he gripped her hips and gave an experimental thrust, watching her face as he did.

“You feel so good,” she moaned.

“That’s my line.”

She giggled, and the movement had him groaning. She leaned forward and captured his lips with hers, rising up and down in a slow rhythm that was slowly driving him mad.

“That’s it princess, fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how you want me.”

One of Logan’s hands was on her hip, the other cradled her cheek, his thumb sneaking around to trace her bottom lip. She turned her head and captured it in her mouth, meeting his eyes with hers as she sucked.

He made a sound that was a cross between a grunt and moan, tilting his head back and focusing on not coming right that instant.

“Touch your clit, princess. Get yourself off. I’m not going to last long in your pretty pussy.”

Harper gasped, dropping a hand to do as he said. He grinned, watching her as her passion-flushed skin rose and sank onto his cock. The slap of their bodies in the quiet of the room sounded deliciously erotic.

For the rest of his life he would never forget the way she looked right now. The glow of the light on her skin. The way she tossed her head, the blonde waves falling over her shoulders to dance over her breasts. The crease where the top of her thigh met her hip.

He was particularly obsessed with that particular part of her, and he traced those precious lines with his thumbs.

He couldn’t get enough of her. He would never get enough of her.

She arched her back, her hand working harder as she clenched down on him. “Oh, fuck, Logan I’m coming.”

He flipped her onto her back, making her gasp. His hips moved in quick thrusts as he plunged into her tight, wet heat, groaning as he followed her into bliss.

ChapterTwenty

Harper

The morning light woke Harper. They’d forgotten to pull the curtains closed the night before and sunlight streamed in the window. She snuggled into the warmth of the covers as she yawned and stretched. Logan mumbled behind her, and threw an arm around her middle, tugging her toward him so her back was tucked against his front.

Against the insistent part of him that was pressing against her.

“Morning,” he rumbled, his voice rough from sleep.

“Morning.” She turned in his arms to face him, lifting a hand to push back the lock of brown hair that had flopped over his forehead.

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