Page 55 of Just Say Yes

“Do you want more?” he asked, not going any further until I answered him.

“Yes. Oh my god, yes.”

With a rumbling chuckle, Logan slipped one finger inside me. Pressure built, low and fast. It had beenagessince I’d fooled around with anyone—so long that I forgot how different it felt to be touched by something other than my vibrator.

His fingers were thick and stretched me as he stroked in and out.

“More,” I begged. My voice was quiet and raw.

Logan’s breath was warm on my skin. He lowered his mouth, dragging the flat of his tongue against my pussy as he fingered me.

I squeezed my eyes closed as my hips moved against his mouth. His hand braced on my thighs, pushing my legs apart as he dropped his head between my legs. His tongue found and exploited every inch of sensitive skin, my body galloping closer to orgasm.

My thighs trembled, my belly hollowed.

When his tongue curled around my clit, I nearly dissolved on the spot.

“Logan,” I whispered.

“Yes, baby. Tell me.”

I wanted to tell him to fuck me. Flip me over and give me all of himself, but,damn it, his mouth and hands felt too good.

“I’m close.” It was the only two words my scrambled brain could pull together.

“Good,” he answered. “When you come, I’m going to taste it—” He worked his mouth on me between words. “I want every fucking drop.”

His words were lewd, and something feral and feminine blossomed inside me.

I was drunk on the power he gave me.

I wasn’t afraid. I was protected.Safe.

The world narrowed to the points of contact between us—his lips, his fingers, his voice coaxing me higher and higher. I wasn’t afraid anymore. I was flying, shattering, and when I finally broke apart, it wasn’t just pleasure that coursed through me—it was freedom.

His voice rumbled across my skin. “Tell me what you want, Julep.” His lips brushed against my ear. “All of it. Tell me you want to come.”

FIFTEEN

LOGAN

“Yes.”

That single word was enough to snap the last thread of my self-control. It wasn’t just her answer—it was the confidence behind it. The way she owned her desires, like she was finally realizing how powerful she could be.

I could tell MJ was nervous. It was clear, based on what she’d shared, that she was a little inexperienced. Whatever fumbling assholes she had been with didn’t matter.

I could show her how a woman deserved to be treated.

Every question was my way of checking for consent. Monitoring how comfortable she was with what we were doing.

Sure, I would have loved to slam into her, bending her in half and driving her into the headboard. I wanted to bury myself in her, to claim her in every way a man could. But this wasn’t about me. Tonight was about showing her that she was worth every ounce of restraint, every second of waiting.

Right now, she needed slow ... and I was a patient man.

My cock ached in protest.

I knew what she wanted and I could give it to her. My possessive streak had roared to life, and all that mattered was her pleasure. Her safety in that moment.

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