Page 30 of Ex's Accidental Baby

One time can’t hurt.

“God, Meredith,” he moans against my mouth when I grope him through his pants. “Want you so bad. I’ve always wanted you so bad.”

His words make my heart skip a beat, but I ignore it, chasing the feeling I get when his lips are pressed to mine, when his tongue is in my mouth.

I’ve always wanted him, too, but the words won’t come out.

“I missed you,” he breathes against my skin when he has me down on the bed, nude, having undressed me before I could process.

He kisses my collarbone, between my breasts, moving to take a nipple into his mouth, his hand cupping my pussy almost possessively.

I moan, writhing beneath his hand and trying to get more friction, but he stops me, looping a hand around my throat.

“Not yet.” He takes the other nipple into his mouth, worrying the peak between his teeth.

I hiss, rolling my hips against his hands until he tightens his hand on my throat.

“Not yet, princess.”

I go limp, panting, my body hot from his commanding words and his hand around my throat, his fingers sliding through my lower lips.

He inserts two, shoving them in and, God, how does he remember that I love the sudden stretch?

He knows me sexually better than anyone I’ve ever known, and I know it’ll be hard to stop at one night.

That should worry me enough to tell him to stop, to kick at him and keep my dignity, but it’s too late. I’m so close to an orgasm I could scream, and his dick is poking me in my hip.

His perfectly curved, big dick.

I shiver under his touch as he pumps two fingers in and out of me, but I move my hand to wrap it around the base of his cock.

Logan cries out and thrusts forward, his fingers stuttering inside me.

“Youbrat.” He’s gasping and still thrusting into my hand.

“You want me just as badly as I want you.”

“Fuck, I do.” He looks at me with blown pupils.

“So, who says you call the shots?”

He smirks at me, but it turns into a moan when I pump my fist.

“You like it when I call the shots.”

“I used to,” I mutter.

I still do.

He releases me, removing his fingers, and I hate myself for a moment until he lies down on his back.

“Why don’t you take what you want, then, princess?”

The way he says it makes me know he’ll still be in control even with me on top of him, and my body is crying out for release.

I straddle him easily, guiding him into me, and Logan grits his teeth, his jaw clenched.

He’s all but pulsing inside me as I start to move, but he stays still–for a moment, at least.

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