Page 71 of Billionaire Bachelor
“Are there really?” I challenge. “Because last time I checked, we’ve already marked off quite a few.”
Logan’s lips pull up in the corners, and there’s a playful gleam in his eyes, but he continues scanning the list. “Quiet, Pip. I’m thinking.”
I mime buttoning my lips, but on the inside, I’m smiling, thinking about the other items we’ve crossed out so far. Sex club? Check. Twice now, in fact. Deepthroating? Yep, that too. Logan nearly lost his mind when he figured out I don’t have much of a gag reflex. Waking up with him inside of me?Way too manycheckmarks to count on that one. My pulse races as I recall his surprised—andoh-so-enthusiasticreaction—when I made that particular request. We both enjoyed it so much, of course I had to request an encore.
Or, you know, give him permission to wake me up like that whenever the hell he wants, because,sweet baby Jesus, it’s hot as fuck. New kink unlocked?Ding. Ding. Ding.Jackpot!
Damn, with as lucky as I’ve been getting lately, maybe I should start playing Powerball.
Logan, meanwhile, is still dragging this out, pretending he doesn’t already know how he’s going to ruin me for all other men.
Ha! Like he hasn’t already done that, Rosa?
He taps his chin, making a show of scanning the list, but I don’t miss the way his eyes crinkle with amusement, like he’s enjoying thisway too much. Then, just when I’m about to demand he spit it out,his eyes flick up, dark with intent, and a cocky grin spreads across his face.
“I’ve got it.”
I arch a brow. “Care to share with the class?”
My heart skips a beat as he sets the notepad aside and turns his full attention my way. His hand snakes out to cup my cheek, thumb tracing across my lips. Logan’s pupils flare when I suck the tip of his thumb into my mouth. “You’ll see. You ready for this, baby?”
I nod eagerly.
I trust that whatever he has planned will feel incredible and push us to new heights of intimacy. I am so hooked on this man, it’s dizzying. But I don’t just crave his touch, I crave him. The way he looks at me like I’m the only person that matters. The way my body hums in anticipation the second he walks into a room. The way his voice drops to a husky murmur when he whispers my name.
I ache for Logan when he’s not around. My need for him only seems to intensify with each new moment we share. We’re like magnets, drawn together by a force that defies logic. An inevitability, as if we were always meant to collide. I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude that we’ve had the chance to connect like this, to explore each other in ways I never imagined. Logan isn’t just my friend anymore. He’s my lover. My confidant. The man who seems to get me on a level nobody ever has.
He reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a small velvety bag. One that definitely wasn’t there when I left for work this morning. He unties the strings, reaches in, and pulls out a long, gleaming butt plug. I bite my lip as I notice how much bigger it is compared to the others we’ve played with so far. The realization of what he wants to do tonight hits me like a bolt of lightning.
Anal? Checkmarkpending.
With Logan’s very large, very girthy cock.
Yikes.
A wave of nervousness washes over me, making me gulp audibly.
Logan chuckles softly, as if he’s reading my mind. “Don’t worry, Pip,” he assures me gently, his touch soothing as he cups my cheek again. “We’ll go slow. I’d never suggest something I didn’t think you can handle.”
I blow out a breath, my nerves slowly dissipating. “I trust you, Logan.”
He smiles, prowling toward me until I’m lying flat against the bed, and hovers over me in a plank position, careful not to squish me. He reaches out, tracing a path over my hipbone, leaving goose bumps in his wake.
“God, Pip, do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I fist my hand around his length, giving him one long stroke from the bottom up. “I havesomeidea.”
Logan groans as I squeeze my fist around him.
“Later,” he says, removing my hand and standing. “Face down, ass up, baby. Before we get to the main event, I need to make good on a few promises.”
“Yes, please,” I whimper, making him laugh again.
Logan’s not the only one who’s a big fan of this position, so I obey without hesitation. His warm hand presses gently on my spine, guiding me down until my head and shoulders are pinned to the mattress.
“Spread your legs, baby.” God, his voice is pure sin. “As wide as you can go without dropping your hips.”
I do as he says,the cool air teasing my wet, aching center.My breath hitches at the realization that I’m completely exposed,laid bare for his eyes to devour.The thought alone sends a fresh wave of desperate, aching need straight to my core,slick evidence trailing down my inner thigh.Logan still hasn’t touched me, but my body’s already primed.Throbbing, waiting,achingfor him to stake his claim.
