Page 164 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“Risk it,” I breathe. “Please. I need you.”

His eyes close for a second, the temptation far too sweet. “I’m a bad influence on you, kitty.”

Passion crashes over us both as he guides his cock to my entrance.

The thick head pushes into me and I gasp—the feel of his raw flesh on mine is even better than expected. I brace myself against the wall, my arms curling around his shoulders as he fills me.

He fucks me slow at first, deep and steady, each movement sending pleasure rippling through me. Logan latches onto me, groaning low with each breath, each thrust, and the sound pushes me closer to the edge.

“Fuck,”he whispers.

He takes me harder, faster, the wall rough against my back. I moan helplessly as another climax builds like a crashing wave. I squeeze him from the inside, memorizing every inch of him as he fucks me like he’s never letting me go.

I come with an inferno of heat. My whole body tightens, straining in his arms, only to melt apart again. Completely undone, I trust him to hold me up, to keep me together.

As I’m still floating down, Logan pulls out. He strokes himself, fast and firm, and comes on my belly—thick, hot ropes of it washing away beneath the falling water.

“Sorry, kitty,” he says with a crooked grin. “But you’re a good influence on me, too.”

I laugh, my body tingling all over again. “Oh, I’m definitely getting on birth control.”

“Fuck yes, you are.”

Logan slides back into me, his cock spent but still hard. He crushes his mouth to mine, claiming me, and I let him. I give him all of me. I think—no; Iknow—he’ll give me all of him, too.

After our showers—one for sin, one for soap—we take our time getting dressed. I slip into my sundress just as my phone buzzes on the nightstand.

“Wow,” I say, reading the message.

“What?” Logan asks from the edge of the bed, eyes glued to his phone.

“Update from Harmony,” I say. “Apparently Monroe hadsix figurestied up in bets on The Battle of the Bands. He put it all on The Electrics—that’s why he was so determined to break up Criminal Records. Heneededyou guys to win.”

Logan looks up, brow tightening with irritation. “So, he won in the end,” he says bitterly. “Made off like a fucking bandit, too.”

“Nope.” I grin. “After he ran off, he changed his bet at the last minute. Put everything on Criminal Records winning.”

Logan’s eyes snap to mine, brighter now. “He did?”

“That’s what Harmony heard from her mother,” I say, tossing my phone back onto the table. “He’s even broker today than he’s ever been.”

Logan goes still for a beat, then cracks a smile. “Today is a good day, isn’t it?”

“Averygood day.” I chuckle as his phone buzzes again in his hand. “Priscilla?”

Logan sighs, his smile falling as he glances down.

His phone hasn’t stopped since we got out of the shower.

Offers. So many offers.

Exclusive interviews. Talk shows. Podcasts.

And contracts. A deluge of contracts.

Every record label from LA to NYC wants The Electrics.

“Goldie and Tesla don’t care what we do, so I guess it’s up to me,” he says, rubbing a hand down his face, the weight of the choice pressing in on him. “Sugar Sound is begging us to come back.”

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