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“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says choppily. “I need to be inside of you.”

I let out a disappointed sigh when his finger slips out of me, and I gasp when he tears my panties down my thighs. My eyes are on his as he tugs down his zipper a second before I feel the head of his cock against my entrance.

I’m still sore from last night, but the need to feel him overshadows it. The need to have him inside me again and feel the closeness to him I have always longed for.

There is a slight discomfort when he fills me with his big cock, but it only lasts for a second before pleasure takes its place.

“Fuck, princess,”he groans. “How can you still be so fucking tight!”

His breath comes in short staccato bursts, and I stare at him in wonder as the composed cowboy I have known for two years comes undone in my arms.

Sweat trickles down his forehead, and I watch in fascination as the pulse on his neck drums hard under his skin. I did that.

He wantsme. He lovesme.

And I love him.

I was scared to admit it even to myself, but it’s obvious, and there is no running from the truth. I am completely and utterly in love with this forbidden man, and I don’t want it to end.

I clench my walls around his length, and he loses it, fucking me against the hay with reckless abandon. His thrusts are rough and fevered, his hard eyes staring down at me like I am the most precious thing in his life.

Logan pulls out and turns me around, so I am facing the haystack, before thrusting into me, and I cry out when the new position pushes him deeper.

He falls on my back, groaning into my neck, his warm breath caressing my skin in the most sensual of ways as he slams into me with the hunger of a starved man. His moves are wild and unrestrained.

“You’re perfect,” he breathes, dropping his hand between my thighs and rubbing his finger against the sensitive bud. “I love you so fucking much, princess. Now come on my cock.”

“Logan!”

His voice sends delicious shocks through my body, and I feel myself draw closer and closer to the edge.

“I want to feel your pussy clench around my cock!”

The orgasm tears through me with little warning, and he wraps a hand over my mouth just in time to muffle a scream. He rams himself deeper into me, even as my body trembles through the orgasm, and soon, he is coming too, spilling his hot spend into my womb, marking me as his.

He fucks me through the orgasm until we’re both breathless. He turns me around to face him, and his lips are back on mine, kissing me so hard, it has my toes curling in pleasure.

Logan drops his forehead against mine, and I realize that I would not want to be anywhere or with anyone else but him.

What I feel for him has been years in the making, and I want to tell him just that when he presses me into the haystack, shielding me with his body from something . . . orsomeone.

“What?” I ask, confused as he straightens my dress, but one look over his shoulder, and my heart drops to my feet.

We are well hidden from the entrance and mostly concealed, but what just happened is quite obvious, and there is no denying it.

Christ, I knew this would happen.

I knew someone would find out about Logan and me. That everything would come crashing down, but why now, and most importantly, whyhim?

“I was so sure I heard noises that first night,” Joseph says. “It was no wild animal.”

Chapter Ten

Logan

I’ve only spoken to Mr. Blackwell a handful of times, and I pinned him for a reasonable man. Albeit, old fashioned in his demeanor, but fairly agreeable among the wealthy men I have come across. He is a man in his mid-fifties, with graying hair and green eyes much like his daughter’s, but for some reason, her eyes look so much like her mother’s, despite the different color.

My gaze shifts from him and to his wife, who is an older version of Ashley. They both have the same hair and facial features, which are now crowded with anger as she glares back at me. Beside her, is the man she expected to be her future son-in-law. For the first time since meeting Joseph, he’s been silent, and by the wild look in the eyes, I can tell he is back to his old habit.

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