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“Oh.” I gasp and arch up, shocked by the thrill of my own touch.

“That’s it,” he growls. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

I’m not sure I’ve ever been quite this turned on. Maybe it’s knowing I don’t have to stop. If I asked him to fuck me, he’d do it.

That knowledge is power, or maybe it’s just the thrill of my fingertips fluttering over this throbbing nub. He watches me touch myself, my hand moving inside my panties. He goes back to kissing my breasts as my pleasure builds to a peak.

Logan must sense it. He slides off the couch and drops to his knees in front of me. Hooking his thumbs in the stretchy waist of my skirt, he drags it down slowly, taking my panties with it. His eyes never leave mine as he tosses the fabric aside.

Then he lowers his gaze and I watch his gaze flood with desire. “God, you’ve got a pretty pussy.”

I giggle. I can’t help it. No one’s ever said anything like that to me.

But the words turn me on, so I’m laughing and looking at Logan, waiting to see what he does. I don’t normally study myself when I’m naked, and certainly not when I’m splayed with a bare-chested man kneeling between my thighs. Drawing a breath, I let my gaze drift down my body. To my breasts spilling over the cups of my bra, then my belly and hips and the rest of me.

The slick, swollen folds that no man has seen before. Not until now.

“Oh.” I stop laughing at once, licking my lips. “I?—”

“So fucking beautiful.” He teases a fingertip through slippery pink petals, and I gasp. “You are unbelievably sexy.”

All lingering traces of shame snuff out at his words. At the heat in his eyes and the red-hot yearning on his face. There’s no way that’s an act. He’s staring at me like he wants me. Like I’m a dessert he’d love to devour.

How does he do that?

Slowly, delicately, he stirs the tip of his finger through that slick little valley. Returning his gaze to my face, he watches me writhe as the pad of his thumb strokes my clit. “You like that?” he murmurs.

Uh, yeah.

I nod since I can’t make my mouth form words. I’m shifting my hips, riding his hand as he teases me. The sound of my wetness fills my ears as my body burns with need. I’m going to come on his hand if he doesn’t slow down.

But that’s not what I want.

Tell him, I hear Camille coach in my head.Tell him what you want.

“Um, I know I registered for face sitting.” I blush as I say it but order myself to keep going. “Can I change my mind?”

“Of course.” He keeps strumming my clit, watching my pleasure play out on my face. “Anything you want, Sara.”

“I just want your mouth.” My face flushes hotter. “There, I mean. I don’t want to sit on your face.” I know it’s a subtle distinction, but I love how this feels with him kneeling in front of me.

He smiles as his thumb rolls my clit. “You want me to lick you right here?”

“Yes.” I gasp as his breath skims my thigh. “That’s what I want.”

“I want that, too.” A growl rumbles up from his chest. “I’d give just about anything to taste this pretty pussy.”

“Oh.” I love how he makes me feel wanted. Like this is a thing that might turn him on as much as it turnsmeon.

And holy shit am I turned on. He hasn’t even touched metherewith his tongue, but I’m blissed by the stroke of his fingers, the heat of his breath as he nuzzles my thigh.

He nudges me wider, spreading my legs with his shoulders. I should feel exposed or ashamed, but none of those words describe how I’m feeling right now.

I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been as he lowers his mouth to the apex of my thighs. I feel his warm breath before his tongue touches me. I’m squirmy and hot and already halfway to coming as a soft, foreign wetness enfolds me. Clutching the couch, I cry out.

“Oh my God!” My eyes open wide as his tongue strokes my clit.

Holy shit!

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