Page 99 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

Teenagers laugh as they sprint past our curtain, a blur of footsteps and voices, but we don’t stop. We just quiet our breath, stifle our chuckles, stealing kiss after kiss.

“Logan,” I whisper, so softly I barely hear it myself. “I?—”

“Shh.”His hand skims my body, fingertips tracing the curve of my corset, my waist, down to the edge of my velvet skirt. “Don’t make a sound, kitty.”

His fingers graze my outer thigh, then slip higher. I shiver, his touch slow, deliberate. A cruel kind of patience flashes in his eyes.

When his fingers slide over my panties, pressing where I need him most, I gasp against his lips.

“Shh,”he warns wickedly.

He rubs, and every thought in my head vanishes. My grip tightens on his jacket, holding on as pleasure coils inside me, as my body betrays me with every eager pulse. Voices drift past, laughter rising and fading, but the danger only fuels the fire in my blood.

Any moment now, someone could move the curtain aside, exposing us, but something in me doesn’t care.

I want this.

I wantLogan.

I bite my lip, fighting back a moan as heat unfurls inside me, sharp and consuming. Logan kisses me again, his lips swallowing the breathless sounds I can’t hold back. My thighs tremble. My hands shake. The world outside this curtain doesn’t exist.

“Look at me.”

My gaze locks onto his, and he smirks, so smug and knowing.

“Good kitty,” he says, his lips ghosting against my ear. “Don’t you dare moan.”

He pushes a finger inside me.

I jolt, my breath stalling in my throat, my whole body tensing to stay silent. But I don’t make a sound. I don’t even gasp as he plunges deep, his digit curling against my inner walls, touching me in ways I’ve never been touched before. His palm pushes against my clit, pinning me even harder against the wall, and I… I…

Logan clamps his other hand over my mouth. I whimper against his palm, my body molten, my head light as climax rolls through me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, his mouth brushing my ear. “I’d tie you down and make you come for hours if you’d let me.”

A breathless laugh escapes me, muffled against his hand.

“Quiet,”he reminds me before sliding his finger out of me, leaving me shaky. My ankles sway as he sticks his finger in his mouth and sucks it clean. “So fucking delicious.”

My skirt flutters back into place, threatening to pull me down with it. I cling to his arms, taking soothing breaths to steady myself.

Logan peeks beyond the curtain again, checking for cameras, but I barely care anymore.

All I want is…

“Logan,”I whisper. “Take me somewhere.”

He looks at me, brow furrowing. “You want to go home?”

I shake my head. “Take me somewhere no one will find us.”

His smirk is slow and lethal. He kisses me again, my taste lingering on his tongue. “Come on,” he says, straightening the cat ear headband somehow still fixed on my head. “We’ll have to be quick.”

Again, we run.

And this time, I don’t look back.

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