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I’d hoped that my invitation would be obvious, but Logan didn’t seem to be getting the hint. He stayed standing by the door, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“That’s good. I’ve kept half the drawers empty, so you can move your stuff in whenever. We can also reorganize things if you?—”

“Logan,” I cut off his rambling. “That all sounds great, but it’s really not what I’m interested in right now.”

I held out my hand toward him, making my invitation clearer, but he still didn’t come any closer.

“What, um…” He cleared his throat, looking as nervous as a teenager about to ask their crush to prom. “What are you interested in?”

Was he playing coy?

Is that what was happening here?

Every person I’d ever slept with before had approached sex with a single-minded purpose. I’d never had to invite someone into bed before. My compliance was already assumed by the time we got this far.

For once, remembering my past didn’t hurt. It still wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t the instant mood killer it used to be.

Logan and I had done plenty of stuff together over video calls.

Why was it so much more awkward in person?

Thinking back to those calls, I realized what was different. Every time we’d gotten sexual before, I had usually taken the initiative and told Logan what to do. Yet now that we were finally face to face, I expected him to take the lead because that was what always happened in the past.

That wouldn’t do.

Adopting a more confident set to my shoulders, I leaned back on my hands and pointedly glanced at the floor in front of me.

“Logan. Get over here.”

Just as I’d hoped, he jumped to my command. His knees hit the floor so quickly as he knelt in front of me that I could feel the impact even through the carpet. Thank God he was in good shape, or he would have hurt himself.

Taking command over a video call was one thing, but doing it in person was a much greater challenge. I felt like a fraud. My veneer of confidence was only paper thin, but before I could second guess myself, I hooked one leg over his shoulder and pulled him closer.

“That’s better. I was started to feel like you’d lost interest in me.”

He ran his hands up both my legs from ankle to thigh, stopping just before he reached the crease of my hip. “No. I want to make sure I’m not pressuring you into anything. And…” His cheeks turned bright red, and he buried his face against my thigh to hide his expression. “And it’s really hot when you order me around.”

I tangled my hand in his hair, giving me a perfect handle to tip his head up and make him look at me.

“Doing this over video is one thing, but you still like it when we’re in-person?”

He nodded, accidentally tugging his own hair.

“More than like it. I love it. Tell me what you want me to do.”

The desperation in his eyes, and the way his breathing picked up just from thinking about following my orders, sent a thrill of arousal through me. I could get used to this.

“Ah, Logan.” I sighed as I tightened my hand in his hair. “You’re going to spoil me. All right. You want me to tell you what to do? Fine.”

I pushed down on his head just hard enough for him to feel it.

“These last few weeks have been so stressful. Make me feel good so I can relax.”

The power I felt when he instantly moved to obey me was thrilling. First placing several kisses along my inner thigh, he worked his way upward until he was literally nuzzling between my legs. Even just the pressure I could feel through my pants was pleasurable. I couldn’t imagine how good skin-on-skin contact would feel, but I was eager to find out.

Logan quickly grew frustrated with the barrier my pants created and reenacted some of his dirtier dreams by pulling the zipper down with his teeth. I had to stop him and remove my pants myself for fear that he would rip my clothing, but eventually, I sat there in nothing but a button-down shirt that was left hanging completely open.

With my hand in Logan’s hair, I guided him back where I wanted him. We both moaned when his lips brushed over my arousal. It was a strange sensation to be touched there so delicately. Even my own hand wasn’t as gentle. Logan’s lips, followed by his tongue, were as delicate as a butterfly’s wing.

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