Page 92 of Just Say Yes

When his hips hit mine, I saw stars. Heat and tingles moved down my spine. Over and over he thrust, his deep grunts pushing me closer to another orgasm.

“Jesus, Julep. You feel so fucking good.” He moved again, and sparks fluttered in my belly. “Being buried inside you is unreal.”

His filthy words lit up my insides, stripping me of any insecurities and making me feel like a goddess.

His eyes never left me. He was assessing, making sure that I was taken care of. My heart squeezed. He watched as a fresh wave of ecstasy rolled over me. My hands gripped the muscles in his back in a desperate effort to pull him closer.

I cried out, screaming his name and wrapping my legs around him. He filled me again and again until his thrusts got jerky and erratic. His hips shuddered, and he stilled before his hands framed my face and our tongues tangled.

Inside me, his cock twitched as he collapsed on top of me. The sheer mass of his body should have smothered me, but I was overcome, delighted with his weight pinning me to the mattress.

Relief flooded my system as tears pricked my eyes.

This is what it’s supposed to be like.

When he lifted his weight, his cock slipped from inside me. Logan propped himself up beside me and stared down at me as the warm trickle of his cum seeped from my pussy.

A spike of panic raced through me as memories ofmaking a messplayed over in my mind. My legs started to close when he gripped my knee and pulled me open. His fingers swiped across my thigh, collecting the sticky mess. I inhaled as I watched him gently push it back inside.

Heat spread across my cheeks and neck as his appreciative eyes moved over my naked body. Sated and sweating, I buried my face against his shoulder. I squeezed my eyes closed, and I hoped he couldn’t feel my grin. His heartbeat pounded beneath my ear.

Logan settled onto the mattress, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. He held me without saying a single word.

Exhaustion slinked over me as a tiny voice tapped the inside of my skull.

Hold on while you’ve got him.

Logan’s arms around me felt like the safest place in the world. But as his heartbeat slowed and his breathing evened, my thoughts raced. I couldn’t hold on to him forever. The weight of reality crept in, whispering that this was only temporary.

TWENTY-FIVE

MJ

Sometime in themiddle of the night, I’d rolled over and leaned into Logan’s warmth. He was like sleeping next to a furnace. I also learned that sleepy, middle-of-the-night sex was just as mind-blowing as passionate, take-me-now sex.

Early-morning light slanted through my bedroom window, and I blinked up at the ceiling. Logan’s heavy, rhythmic breathing whooshed softly in my ear. I was tempted to cuddle into him when a single thought shot me awake.

Bug.

“Shit,” I muttered, easing out from beneath Logan’s massive arm.

Yes, I was a full-grown adult woman, but I had zero desire to discuss my sex life with the woman who had raised me.

I glanced at the clock. It was only 5:00 a.m. There was a chance I could get him out the door before she came down for her morning coffee. I sat up, looking around my room.

Dread coiled in my stomach. We’d been so hot for each other that our clothes were still in piles in the kitchen. I stepped out of bed, and when the wood floor creaked, I froze, looking at Logan. He didn’t rouse, so I sneaked to my dresser. I tugged on a T-shirt and pajama pants before slipping out of my bedroom.

Bug wasn’t just my aunt—she was the voice in my head reminding me of every questionable decision I’d ever made. Sneaking Logan out before she saw him was an impossible mission. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of him—I just wasn’t ready for the interrogation. Bug had a way of looking at me that made me feel both five years old and a hundred years behind in life.

I listened for any sign of my aunt, but the house was still. I quickly scurried down to the kitchen. It was dark, so I scooped up my clothes.

Where the hell are my panties?

On my hands and knees, I felt around the floor near the island. Halfway across the wood floor, the small scrap of silk was lying in a tiny ball. I reached for it and tucked it into the mess of discarded clothing.

“Morning.” Bug’s voice startled me and I shot to my feet.

“Oh!” I flicked the hair from in front of my face. “Morning. How are you? You’re up early.”

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