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“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says, and his mouth slams back to mine. His fingers move back down to my now bare center. I feel a rush of air leaving me as he gently slides them through my folds, brushing them ever so lightly over the bundle of nerves throbbing for his attention.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He strokes his fingers through my wetness before pushing a single digit inside of me. “Do you hear how fucking wet you are for me?” He slides his finger in and out slowly, the sounds of my arousal loud in the silence of the empty ballroom.

He pushes a second finger inside me, stretching me further. He continues to move them in and out of me at a torturously slow pace. I moan against his lips and the sound seems to be his undoing as he begins to move faster, rougher, deeper.

“So fucking tight. So fucking perfect,” he whispers against my lips as more unintelligible words leave my mouth. “That’s it, baby girl. Keep clenching that perfect pussy around my fingers, squeezing me so fucking tight. I told you I’d have you gushing all over my fingers, pretty girl.”

I feel myself clench harder around him as his words deepen the fire burning in my core. Nothing has ever felt this good. Sex has always been okay for me, but I never craved it how I felt I should. I never thought I needed it. Clearly, I’ve never been with a man like Kade. A man who knows how to make a woman feel like she’s fucking flying. I don’t think I could ever get enough of it.

His fingers continue to move in tandem inside of me as his thumb settles onto my clit. He expertly circles it until I feel like my legs are going to give out, making me realize why he told me to hold on in the first place.

“Kade.” His name slips from my lips with a rush of air as his fingers curl inside me, finding that single spot that makes the world go blurry in front of me. He picks up his pace even more, hitting the sensitive spot inside me with each and every thrust of his fingers.

“That’s my good girl. Show me how fucking beautiful you are when you come for me.” His words throw me over the edge as my head falls back in a breathless scream and I explode around his fingers. He doesn’t stop until he’s positive he’s wrenched every ounce of pleasure from me, then he eases his fingers out of me. Every part of me is left feeling numb and tingly. I’ve had an orgasm before, but never one quite like this. It feels fucking extraordinary.

I look up to him, not knowing what to say or how to feel. Embarrassed? Thankful? Satisfied? Or instantly turned on again as I watch him bring the two fingers that were just inside me up to his lips. His tongue darts out before he closes those perfect lips of his around them sucking them clean. A deep moan rumbles through him and I stand there speechless, watching the scene play out in front of me.

“Do you feel better?” he asks, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him.

“Yeah, I do.” The words come out as a whisper, filled with vulnerability.

“Good.” He presses a soft kiss against the top of my head before pulling away. “Now, we could go back to the fundraiser, talk to some more people and pretend the flush on your face is from too much to drink”—the flush deepens—“or we could go back to my loft now and finish what we started?” He looks down at me with so much heat I feel it against my skin. “What do you say, baby girl?”

I stare into his eyes, searching for a reason to not go home with him. Deep down, I know that there are plenty. But as I stare into those deep-ocean eyes that have mesmerized me from the very beginning, my mind comes up completely blank.

In a moment of weakness or strength, which one is still to be determined, the only words that come out of my mouth are, “I’m ready to go.”

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

Logan

The drive to Kade’s apartment over Blackheart Ink is only fifteen minutes, but it feels like hours. The anticipation of what comes next has my nerves in a choke hold. Neither of us speaks during the drive, soft rock music and the loud rumble of the engine filling the space. The sexual tension that has been building between the two of us for weeks now is loud in the silence that surrounds us.

My hands fidget anxiously in my lap, not knowing what to do with them or, frankly, myself. Kade notices the small movement though and grabs my hand in his without even taking an eye off the road. He grips my small hand into his large one, gently rubbing his thumb over my skin, causing goose bumps to emerge.

He holds my hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like we’ve done it a thousand times before. It feels brand new and exciting, yet comfortable and familiar at the same time. After he helps me out of the car, he guides me toward the back entrance behind the shop. I follow him inside and up the stairs to the single door at the top of them.

He unlocks the door, and I step inside. The loft is dark besides the moonlight coming through the windows, giving just enough light to see but not necessarily enough to observe. I barely hear the door shut and lock behind me before I’m spun around and my back is pushed against it.

Kade’s lips slam into mine with a hunger that I feel throughout my entire body. Sparks shoot through my veins, heating my blood and leaving me desperate for more. His hands slide under my ass and my legs easily wrap themselves around him as he lifts me like I weigh nothing at all. He breaks the kiss only to walk us farther into the loft, through a door and into what I am assuming is his bedroom.

“No going back after this, Logan.” His eyes lock onto mine, filled with desire and promises of what’s to come. “Once I have your tight little pussy wrapped around me, taking my cock for all it’s worth, you’re officially mine. Understand?”

His words cause heat to flood my core and I know my answer before it’s even left my now parted lips. “Yes.”

He gently sets me down on my feet before shrugging the suit jacket off his shoulders. He continues undressing, unbuttoning each individual button of his dress shirt slowly, watching me as he does. My eyes follow his movements as more skin is exposed with each undoing of a button. Tattoos cover nearly every inch of skin that’s exposed. They’re not all crammed together in one design though, rather it’s a scattering of many. His body is like a canvas of different paintings that are each telling their own individual story.

I try to make out the individual designs, but the lack of light makes them hard to see the way I want to. He frees the final button and slips the shirt off his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground with his jacket.

His tattoos are beautiful, but it’s the body underneath them that’s the real masterpiece. He’s lean but incredibly muscularat the same time. His shoulders are broad and built, leading to muscular arms that explain why he’s been able to lift me so easily.

I watch as he lifts his hands, veins expanding over the top of them and reaches behind me, carefully unzipping my dress. Once the zipper is fully down, he slips his fingers under the halter, gently pulling it over my head before slightly tugging it so the dress falls in a puddle to the floor.

“Fuck. You’re beautiful.” He runs his eyes down my body from head to toe, slowly taking me in. The dress didn’t allow for a bra, and he ripped my underwear off earlier. So, I stand there completely naked in front of him, save for nude heels that I’ve yet to take off. He looks at me with desperation and I can’t help but look at him the same.

I reach my hand out, grazing my fingers over each individual ripple of muscle that stretches across his stomach. I loop my fingers through his belt, unbuckling it and popping the button beneath. I lower his zipper and look up, locking eyes with him as his hands connect with mine to help me lower his pants to the ground.

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