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Again.

Fuck it, we’ll order something.

Speaking of soggy noodles… This noodle isnot.

Logan’s cock is rock hard, pressing against my hip and taking my breath away. My mouth waters as I press against it harder…

I fumble to take it out of his pants while he’s in the process of getting me out of mine.

We don’t make it out of the kitchen.

He both slip out of our pants and shirts, but we don’t get to removing our underwear before he lifts me onto the island like I’m weightless. My pussy aches as he comes between my spread thighs, that rock hard cock making his tight gray boxer briefs stand up like a tent. His hands are everywhere. Mine are too.

We kiss like we’re starving for each other. Like the eight hours we were apart was a lifetime of longing.

Something crashes to the floor—might be a wooden spoon or an entire basil plant, but I don’t stop to check. I can’t. This feels too fucking good.

Our underwear joins the cooking utensils on the floor and we have wild, fast,hungrysex right on the granite countertop.

There are dried spaghetti noodles spilled everywhere and chopped basil in my hair by the end of it, and I’ve never felt more completely devoured and satisfied in my life.

He picks my limp body up off the island and cuddles me on the floor, both of us panting and glistening with sweat.

He kisses my temple and strokes my hair as the city glows behind us.

“Don’t leave me,” he says quietly, his voice rough with something deeper than lust. “Stay. Please stay.”

I look up into his loving brown eyes and see nothing but vulnerability and need. It makes me fall for him just a little bit more.

I’m about to answer, but Munchies interrupts us. He comes strutting back over with a look of complete disdain on his flat furry face.

‘I’m telling,’he seems to be saying.

“Munchies, meet Logan,” I say, presenting the two men in my life to one another.

Munchies struts over and gives Logan a quick whack on his arm, just to let him know who’s the boss of the house.

We both laugh as the drama queen turns with a hiss and struts back down the hallway.

Everything feels too good to be true as Logan’s deep rumbling laugh vibrates through me.

How can I leave this?

How can I say no to this?

I don’t think I can.

Maybe I will stay.

Maybe being in this man’s warm comforting arms in this amazing city is where I’m meant to be.

It sure feels that way.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Amber

Isaunter into Logan’s office, swaying my hips seductively as I pull out a chair in front of his huge mahogany desk. I eye him without saying a word as I sit down, crossing my legs and keeping my back straight.

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