Page 75 of Billionaire Bachelor
As Logan stretches and fills me, I feel like I’m floating through a dream, suspended in a world where the only thing that exists is him. The euphoria consumes me, wrapping around every nerve ending like a fever I never want to break. His fingers never stop moving, circling my sensitive nub with expert precision, ratcheting up my pleasure until I’m trembling beneath him, breathless and undone.
The air is coated with the scent of us—Logan’s warm spice and cedar cologne mixed with the heady aroma of sweat, musk, and our combined arousal. My skin is dewy, slick against his, as our bodies move in perfect sync. I blink up at him, dazed, captivated by the raw hunger etched across his face. His golden skin is flushed, dark blond hair hanging in messy strands over his forehead, damp with exertion,his jaw clenched as he fights for control. But his hazel eyes are what truly steal my breath. Lust-darkened, molten with need, locked onto mine like he’s watching the most mesmerizing thing he’s ever seen.
“Fuck, Rosie, your ass is taking me so well,” he groans, his voice rough, almost desperate. “You’re going to make me come so fucking hard. I need you to get there one more time, baby. Are you ready?”
I can’t even form words at this point, my whole body taut with need, every nerve alight with pleasure. I nod frantically, clinging to his arms, my nails sinking into the firm, inked muscle of his biceps. “Yes! Please!”
As his thrusts grow more urgent, a familiar heat coils deep inside me, winding tighter with every movement. His words, his touch…everything about him is unraveling me. My breath hitches, a desperate sound tearing from my throat as another orgasm surges forward, teetering on the edge of release.
Logan thrusts deeper, his rhythm faltering as his breath turns ragged, the strain of restraint evident in every movement. My body clenches around him, trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, stealing every coherent thought.
“This sweet ass is mine, Rosie. I’m gonna fill you up so fucking good.Fuck.”
He lets out a guttural moan, his grip tightening as he drives into me one last time. A shudder racks his body as he spills deep inside me, my name slipping from his lips in a low, breathless moan. He falls forward, hands fisted to the sides as he slowly withdraws from my ass. Logan flops to the side and pulls me into his warm embrace.
My heart rate slowly returns to normal as I gasp for air, completely spent.
“You okay?” he asks.
I smile softly. “More than okay.”
He squeezes me tighter. “You’re fucking exquisite, Rosie. You never cease to amaze me.”
Heat lingers beneath my skin, the aftereffects of our passion still humming through my body. I feel completely cherished, utterlydestroyed, and so perfectly taken care of all at once. A soft sigh escapes me as I press my face against his chest, inhaling the warm, familiar scent of him. I tilt my head slightly, brushing a slow, lingering kiss along his breastbone, right over the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
“Right back atcha, Edwards.”
After a much-needed shower—where Logan took his sweet time washing every inch of me with those strong, capable hands—we brushed our teeth side by side, exchanging dopey smiles in the mirror. Fresh sheets replaced the ones we thoroughly ruined, the scent of lavender detergent mixing with the lingering scent of body wash as we collapsed back into bed.
Wrapped up in each other, I drag my fingertips over his tattoos, tracing the designs just to feel him under my touch.The warmth of his skin steadies me, a calm tether to the chaos in my mind.My breath slows, my body melting into his, contentment wrapping around me like a cocoon.
Just as sleep begins to pull me under, Logan’s voice rumbles low against my temple.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Pip.”
A sleepy smile tugs at my lips as my mind drifts back to my reply from earlier.
Right back atcha, Edwards.
24
ROSALIE
The morningafter one of the best nights of my life, I walk into work feeling sore in all the right places, but in desperate need of some coffee before I get started on my workload.
“Morning, Rosalie,” Trish calls as I whiz past the reception desk.
“Coffee.” I point in the general direction of the break room. “Need some. I’ll be back.”
She laughs as I beeline it to our beloved espresso machine.
“My savior!” I walk over to the shiny black and silver monstrosity, grab a mug, and press the vanilla latte button, tapping my foot impatiently. Once I have a cup of liquid gold, I start heading back to my desk, but Avery flags me into her office as I pass by.
“Morning,” I say to Avery as I step into the room.
“Morning,” my boss replies. “We need to talk, Rosalie. Please close the door and have a seat.”
Well, that can’t be a good sign.Nothing good ever comes after, “we need to talk.”
