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I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, intending to enjoy the sensation, but in the darkness behind my eyelids, other memories started playing. My eyes immediately sprang back open and I looked back down at Logan, reminding myself who was touching me now.

It wasn’t the same.

Nothing about this was the same, and I refused to ruin this moment by letting those old memories overlap with my new reality.

Using his hair like puppet strings, I directed the motion of his head.

“Come on. Don’t tease me. Make me feel good.”

After taking a deep breath, Logan wrapped his mouth around me and swallowed me whole. My hand that wasn’t in his hair fisted in the bed sheet as I cried out from the shocking sensation that ran along my entire nervous system.

His mouth serviced me with the confidence of a pro. I would have been jealous of the people he’d gotten on his knees for in the past if I could have formed a complete thought, but the only words running through my brain were “More. More. Yes. Please. More.”

I may have also been saying them out loud, but I couldn’t tell through the static that filled my ears.

As I felt my climax approaching, my back arched and my hips jerked, driving me deeper into his throat. Logan didn’t even choke as he accepted all of me and sped up. My hand still sat on his head, riding the up and down motion rather than guiding it.

I could have told him to stop at any time. I wouldn’t even need to use words. A simple tug at his hair would be enough to get my point across, and I knew he’d immediately stop the moment I did.

This thought, more than anything, drove me over the edge. My toes curled into the carpet, and I whined in the back of my throat like a dying animal as I came.

Logan showed off his surprising talent by swallowing most of what I gave him. He didn’t even look embarrassed when he gazed up at me with the evidence of my pleasure glistening on his lips. In that moment, if anyone was asked to guess which of us had been paid for sex before, Logan would have seemed like the better candidate than me.

“Fuck,” I gasped as I collapsed back against the bed. “I want to ask where you learned to do that, but I’m afraid of the answer.”

Now Logan dared to look embarrassed, sitting back on his heels and staring down at the floor like he’d done something wrong.

“Oh, no.” I grabbed his chin and tipped his head up. “Don’t go getting bashful on me now. There’s a story behind that. What it is?”

Clearing his throat, Logan wiped his lips and chin with the back of his hand. His mumbled answer was so quiet I had to ask him to repeat himself, and even then, I struggled to hear what he said.

“You, um, aren’t the first sex worker I’ve dated. They taught me some things.”

A brief flicker of jealousy alighted in my heart, but it died almost immediately. I couldn’t blame anyone for wanting to date Logan. He was too perfect to pass up. I was just glad that this unnamed ex had left him free and available for me.

“Remind me to send this ex of yours a thank you card.”

Logan still knelt on the floor at my feet, his own arousal unsated and straining against the confines of his pants. He didn’t say anything about it, but I knew it was driving him crazy from the way he kept shifting his legs.

I took my time removing my shirt, the last piece of clothing I still wore, and shuffled up to the top of the bed where I made myself comfortable among the pillows.

Still, Logan didn’t move from his place. He didn’t even try to stroke himself through his pants. He just sat there, enduring the desperation, as he waited for my next order.

I was half-tempted to leave him wanting. There was something dark and thrilling about the thought of getting him riled up and then refusing to give him any relief.

Maybe we could play with that idea another day. I had a feeling Logan would find it just as enjoyable as I did.

Not today, though.

Today was a day for both of us to enjoy.

I curled my hand toward myself, beckoning him over. “Get undressed and come here.”

Logan practically tore his clothes from his body. I was genuinely surprised I didn’t hear ripping fabric as I watched him toss them aside. He climbed onto the bed with me but hesitated before touching me.

In response, I spread my legs to make room for him.

He still hesitated. “Are you sure? We can do it the other way if you’d prefer.”

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