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I quit playing. Quit teasing. I pushed off my elbow, rolled back to my knees, and grabbed her hips, then pulled her against me. Her legs curled around my hips as her cries became more feral, deeper. Her breasts bounced, nipples hard points. My mouth watered to taste them, but I held back. Instead, I gripped the backs of her thighs with both my hands and pushed them up to her calves. Straightening her legs, I held them in a V as I pounded into her.

“Oh God.” She grabbed a pillow and bit down on it. I pounded into her, drank in every whimper, every cry, and my own groans mingled with hers.

“Logan!” She shattered. Her entire body quaked from the power of my thrusts, the position. I kept going as her pussy clamped down on my dick, her walls pulsing around me. I rode the wave of her orgasm, biting back my own until hers started to slow.

I slammed into her once, two more times before I draped her legs over my shoulders, bent over her, and kissed her while I groaned, releasing inside of her.

Her arms went around my back, hugging me to her as I came, and for the first time I could remember, I hated the condom. Hated I couldn’t fill her up with me.

“Holy shit,” I gritted, pulling back to kiss her cheek. Her jaw. Slowly, her legs slipped from my shoulder to my sides, and she kept a firm hold on me.

“Holy shit is right,” she whispered. “That was… well, you’re amazing.”

I chuckled against her soft flesh and groaned as I pulled out of her.

Amazing indeed.

Everything about Ruby Moore was.

Which meant this game we were playing just got a whole lot riskier.

Chapter 21

Ruby

The shower water was running, and I was stripping out of my swimsuit when Logan sauntered into my private bathroom, that look on his face telling me exactly what he was craving.

For the last week, we’d controlled ourselves during the day and around Amelia. There were glances, winks, but absolutely no risking any touches or kisses. But as soon as Logan was assured she was sleeping, our nights were carnal.

He had me on my knees, blowing him while he worked in his office. He had me bent over his desk, biting down on his favorite pen while he took me from behind. He had me spread open, playing with myself in a chair facing him while he took a late-night phone call in his office. And by the time he whisked me away to his bedroom, on the nights we made it there, he made me fight down screams so loud that had I been able to unleash them, would have shaken the foundations of his home.

This was, however, the first time he’d come to me in the middle of the day.

I stepped back as he closed the door behind him and locked it.

“Where’s Amelia?”

I’d left them outside in the pool, where I’d lounged on a chair, chasing the last of the hot summer sun on my skin.

Logan didn’t answer. He set his phone on the counter, opened an app, and soon, loud rock music blared through the tiny speaker.

Like every time he behaved this way, my knees went weak and my stomach warmed. I grew wet at the sight of him, especially when his dark as night eyes trailed every inch of my skin, stalling on my breasts.

“Get in the shower,” he grunted and began taking off his shirt. “This will be fast and hard, and you have to be silent. But I need to have you one more time before I leave for the hotel.”

Just the thought of a night without him had me moving. I scampered into the shower and stood facing him. I had the glorious view of seeing his ass in my bathroom mirror as he stood before me, kicking out of his swim trunks.

His body was a work of art and made my mouth water. Every inch of him was not only pure muscled perfection, but I’d had my lips on every inch of his body when he allowed me time to play. I’d memorized every muscle, every birthmark, every place on him that made him laugh and every place that had his hands digging into my hair with pleasure.

I stepped back as he entered the shower, my mouth watering, my core already clenching.

He reached out with both hands and fondled my breasts, while keeping his eyes on mine. He twisted, pulled, and as a sound escaped my throat, he pinched harder.

“I said silent,” he warned and increased the pain.

I pressed my lips together and swallowed.

“Can you do that?”

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