Page 73 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“You’re sure?” he asks, biting his lip in that wicked way.

“Yes,” I say, cupping his face and kissing him on the mouth. “Yes. I want you to keep going, Logan Shock.”

Logan smothers me with another hard kiss. This time, the kisses come faster, more urgently, until his mouth reaches the valley between my breasts again. He guides my dress down on one side, exposing my nipple. His lips brush against it, sending a flutter of heat through my core before he sucks hard on the swollen bud.

I gasp, light as a feather, quivering as his tongue circles around it. I drag my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. He sucks harder in response, his hand drifting to the other breasts, his warm fingers pushing beneath to squeeze it.

I feel myself crumbling on his lap, my nerves rattling with each breath. This is wrong. Isn’t it? I shouldn’t be doing this. Especially not with Logan Shock.

Our rival. Our enemy.

But feelings overrun my intrusive thoughts. Feelings of pleasure. Of safety. I feelgood,better than I have in so long.

I feel...free.No longer burdened by the weight of unrequited love. No longer needing to hold back, to wait for someone else to finally open his eyes and... see me.

Logan sees me.

I pull him back to my lips, deepening our kiss until I have to force myself to breathe. I barely even notice his hand drifting up my leg, inching upward along my inner thigh.

A single finger touches my underwear beneath my skirt, and tension takes my spine.

“Logan,” I say, words and thoughts twisting together on my tongue, passions stirring me up inside and out.

Logan pulls his hand back, resting it just above the knee. “Sorry,” he whispers. “I won’t?—”

“No,” I say, my body throbbing, wanting more. I place my hand over his on my knee. “Don’t...” I guide it upward, slowly, the seconds stretching toward eternity before his fingers finally reach the apex of my thighs again. “Stop.”

Logan looks me in the eye, holding my stare for the longest moment, perhaps searching for a reason to pull away. But I give him nothing. I kiss him softly, our eyes locked, our breaths held together in sync, waiting for him to make his move.

When his fingers move again, they hook along the crotch of my panties. He pushes a finger beneath, the knuckle dragging along...

I gasp. He smiles.

“You’re all wet, kitty,” he says, an aching growl I feel at the base of my spine.

“You feel good,” I reply.

He chuckles, kissing me, his tongue pushing between my lips to taste me. “Doesthisfeel good?” he whispers.

He nudges my clit with his fingertips.

“Yes,” I say, a quivering gasp of instant pleasure.

Logan kisses me harder. “Let me hear you purr.”

My entire body tenses, then relaxes, sending waves of warm shivers through my arms and legs. My pussy throbs with need, each firm rub sending wave after wave of torture through me. I kiss him, moans of pleasure falling from my tongue onto his.

“Logan.”

“Yes,” he whispers, holding me up as my toes curl. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

At the moment, I believe it. I believe him when Logan Shock says I’m beautiful, and I reward him for it, kissing him deeper, whispering his name. I latch onto him, wanting more, needing release, and he gives me…everything.

I come in a near-silent inferno. Every muscle in my body locks, sensation spurring from deep inside, traveling through my fingers and toes, until finally ceasing in a tidal wave of perfect pleasure.

“Logan,” I whisper, sounding far more pathetic than I feel.

I feel incredible, inside and out.

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