Page 89 of Ex's Accidental Baby

“On your parents’ estate? Dirty girl.” His smirk is sinful.

He clears a spot near the stream.

The water babbles through the rocks as he lies me down, covering me with his body.

“I want it quick and dirty.” I unbutton his jeans, and Logan groans.

“Patience, princess.”

I huff. “No patience. Want you inside me right now.”

“Yes, princess, anything you want.”

I guide him inside me when he frees himself with a low moan, and he slides into me easily since I’m already soaked again.

I gasp out a breath, and Logan slides into me harder, throwing his head back.

He hasn’t removed his shirt, but I push my hands up under the fabric to feel his tight abdomen, the way it flexes as he fucks me.

He looks down at me with half-lidded eyes. “I’m not going to last like this, princess.”

“Me either." In fact, I’m already cresting over the edge of my first orgasm, and I manage a second before his hips start to stutter.

When he’s spilled inside me again, I pull up my tights, and Logan gives me a hot look.

“Just going to walk around with me dripping out of you all day?”

I flush. “Is that weird? I want to feel you."

“Not weird." He kisses me passionately. “It's so hot I can barely stand it.”

He sits next to me at the creek and takes off his shoes, putting his feet in the water.

“Tell me something about yourself.” I need to know more about him, more about all the years we’ve been apart. “Like... your father. Are you still in touch with him?”

Logan freezes and then skips a rock across the creek.

“He’s dead. Cancer, while he was in prison up at Round Rock.”

“Oh, my God.” I take his hand, and Logan’s arm is stiff for a moment before he relaxes, leaning into me.

“It’s not like we were ever close.”

“It’s complicated, I know, but It's never easy losing a parent.”

He kisses the top of my head but doesn’t speak.

I’m not satisfied yet. I need him talking to me.

“And the business? You grew it so quickly.”

He laughs. “Didn't feel so quick that first year when I was eating ramen noodles and staying in roach motels. I had one good suit that I dry cleaned so much it was nearly falling apart.”

“But it worked.”

He nods. “It did. Eventually, I started turning a profit, and it wasn’t just me working on the cars anymore. I had a team of people. A whole business. Everything was overwhelming, but I managed to figure it all out.”

I can’t imagine how hard those first few years must have been.

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