Page 58 of Just Say Yes

My fingers dipped into the cum on her chest, painting her—claiming her as mine.

My fingers stayed gentle as they wrapped around her delicate neck. “I’m just saying, you might need a tarp next time.”

She smirked up at me, her hair splayed across the bed. “Next time? Confident, aren’t you?”

I grinned. “Oh, there’s definitely going to be a next time. Turns out I like making messes with you.”

Before moving off her, I plopped a quick kiss on her mouth. “Stay in bed. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

Part of me wanted to take care of her while the other part was desperately trying to figure out why I not only wanted to take care of her but felt something dangerously close to aneedto do so.

This was supposed to be simple. But every time I touched her, it felt less like something I wanted and more like something I needed. And that scared the hell out of me.

One thing I knew for certain: This thing with MJ King was dangerous, and I had no intention of stopping.

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MJ

Lyingon my side in bed, I stared at Logan.

My limbs were wonderfully numb. No man had ever made me orgasm before, and one hand-delivered by Logan Brown was absolutely earth-shattering.

I didn’t know my body could feel this alive. Every nerve hummed like it had finally woken up, and it wasn’t just the way he touched me, though that had been extraordinary. It was the way he looked at me—like I was more than the sum of my parts. Like I wasn’t broken or hesitant, but whole.

Beautiful. Wanted. No one had ever made me feel like that before.

He didn’t rush, didn’t force it. He listened, read my cues, and perfectly delivered what I needed, wrapped in a tidy, mind-melting bow. Then he cleaned us up and wanted to cuddle.

The entire situation felt like a Hallmark fantasy come to life—if Hallmark included deliciously filthy mutual oral.

I laughed to myself. I still couldn’t believe that Logan had followed me—after seeing me with Kenny, he had followed me home just to confront me. Maybe it was a big red flag, but I was quickly realizing that red may very well be my new favorite color.

I giggled at the thought.

I liked this new, unrestrained version of myself.

“What’s so funny?” Logan brushed a loose strand of hair away from my face as he looked back at me.

“You,” I admitted, searching his gorgeous green eyes. “I was just thinking about how grumpy you looked when you came pounding on my front door.”

He frowned and my smile grew. “I just wanted to make sure you got home safe. That moron was pawing at you all through dinner.”

“You were jealous,” I teased and wrinkled my nose.

Logan’s arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled me closer. His teeth nipped at my neck. “You’re damn right I was jealous. I actually considered flipping the table.”

“That would’ve been subtle.” A giggle bubbled over as pleasure rippled through me.

His jealousy should have irritated me, but instead it made my heart flutter in a way I didn’t know what to do with. It was probably a little toxic, but I liked the thought of him being jealous overme. It shouldn’t even be possible. For a man like Logan Brown to care enough to be jealous—it was dangerous. Because it made me want more.

“He asked me for an autograph.” His voice was laced with dark humor, quiet in the low lighting of my bedroom. “I almost punched him in the face.”

I smiled. “I’m glad you didn’t. Otherwise I would have had to pretend to be mad at you.”

“Is he someone I need to take care of?” Logan asked.

I shook my head, silently liking this overly protective side of him. “No. Not at all. Dinner was awkward at best, and after I thanked him for the company and practically closed the door on his toes, I think he got the memo that I wasn’t interested.”

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