Page 71 of Meet Me in the Valley
My gasp turns into a desperate whimper as Logan uses his hand to gently rub the sting from the way he spanked me.
This fucker actually spanked me!
“You have the best ass I’ve ever seen. I swear, T.” His voice is so low it vibrates against my sex, making me wetter each time he trails the rough pads of his fingers along my skin.
“You know what would be hot?” he says, and I can hear the grin playing on his lips. I twist my head as far as I can to watchhim behind me. He lifts an inquisitive brow before spanking me again. Hard. I moan this time, and a dark rumble of laughter vibrates throughout the room.
“What?” I breathe, licking my lips.
“My name—tattooed on your ass.”
Before I can throw a single word of protest, the air leaves my lungs in a sharp gasp.
“Logan!”
The bastardbitme.
I try to twist around again, but he’s already on me, pinning me against the glass with just enough pressure to keep me breathless, not enough to hurt—but definitely enough to remind me who’s in control right now.
He presses a kiss to the spot he bit—the fleshy curve of my ass where Iknowthere’ll be teeth marks. The sound that escapes me is part laugh, part moan. A full-body response.
Motherfucker.
“We both know who owns you, Lo,” I toss back, voice thick with challenge. “If anything,myname should be tattooed onyourass.”
He groans, dragging his hand slowly down my spine.
“Oh, baby,” he rasps, voice like sin. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Yes. Yes, I fucking would.
His hands slide up the backs of my thighs and back to my ass, kneading with greedy precision. My breath catches as his thumbs part me just enough, his mouth dragging lower. The heat of his breath skims over my pussy from behind, and I can feel myself grow wetter from the anticipation alone.
“Logan, please.”
“Fuck, I love it when you beg,” he groans against my aching pussy.
I press my palms firm against the glass as he grabs a full handful of my ass and licks a slow path across my hip, making my legs tremble.
Slap.
A punishing smack to my ass echoes through the hotel room, and I gasp, the sting sharp and electrifying. His mouth is back on me in seconds, smiling against my skin like he knew exactly how I’d react.
“You like being spanked, minx?”
His voice vibrates against my heated flesh, and then his tongue is trailing down just shy of my center, hovering, maddening.
“Yes,”I exhale as my hands reach back to dig into his hair.
He bites the inside of my thigh, just enough to make me moan loud and raw. Then he soothes it with his tongue, slow and hot, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
Every inch of me is tuned to the way he holds me—pinned against the window high above Las Vegas, the city glittering beneath us. He moves behind me with a reverence that steals my breath, worshipping my body like time doesn’t exist. Like there’s nowhere he’d rather be than here, lost in me.
He’s keeping me right at the edge—teasing, tasting, claiming—and I know if he evenbreathesagainst me, I’ll fall apart.
Slap.
“Ahh, Logan! Please! Enough with the fucking edging, you asshole,” I whine, tugging his hair harder in my grasp as I ride out the delicious sting on my ass. No longer able to hold out, I spin around and lift my leg, digging my heel into his shoulder. I smirk as I watch my stiletto imprint on his skin.
