Page 53 of The Write Off

“I am.”

“I’ll be waiting outside.”

“Okay, Stalker. I don’t need you to drive me home.” He’s picked me up from my last several shifts, and while I like it, I’m not used to being doted on.

“I thought I was your Pretty Boy. Now I’m your Stalker?”

“You’re both, my Pretty Boy Stalker.”

“I like making sure you get home safely. What if I throw in a complimentary turndown service?” If he keeps talking to me in the low decibel, I’m going to be begging him to bend me over the bartop.

“Fiiiine.” I relent, rolling my eyes. “You’re so needy.”

“You like it.”

God help me, I really do.

Chapter 26

Rilla

“Yes..right there…Logan…”

My nails scrape against his scalp hard, his face buried between my legs.

This is the first time he’s spent the night. I was hesitant and for good reason. What if I talk in my sleep? What if he snores? What if he steals my comforter, and in a sleep-induced rage, I smother him to death with my orthopedic pillow?

So many things could happen.

Things have been going so well between us, and rather than push the envelope, I was happy to just maintain the status quo.

But after he gave me three hard earned orgasms, I didn’t have it in me to turn him out into the cold. He’d fucked the fight out of me.

The last thing I remembered thinking was that I’d never fall asleep with the big lug draped over me like a quilt. It didn’t matter how perfectly my body fit against his. It simply wasn’t going to work.

But I’d been wrong. I’d slept long and soundly wrapped up in his arms. Apparently, I’m a perfect little spoon. Who knew?

Logan seemed to enjoy it too, judging by the hard object pressed against my ass when I woke up. Morning sex was an unexpected perk that I hadn’t even considered. I’d stretched slowly, making sure to grind myself against him purposefully. The action earned me a groan as he nuzzled his stubble-covered face against my neck and croaked the sexiest “good morning” ever uttered.

And that is how I wound up with my legs spread, heels digging into his muscular back, clinging to his dark hair as he goes down on me.

“I love the way you taste.”

I bite my lower lip hard because if I don’t, I’m not sure what secrets will come out of me. I love the way he tastes me, as though I’m his all-time favorite flavor and he has no self control. The way he touches me like his hands are paying tribute to me any chance they get. The way his words tell me things I’ve always longed to hear, I just didn’t know it until he said them.

He makes me feel desired and cherished and so goddamn special.

I can’t make myself say any of this to him, so I try to show him what he means to me and hope that it’s enough.

“Inside me…now.”

I don’t need to tell him twice. He plants a final kiss on my pussy before pushing himself up to his knees. In one skilled maneuver he flips me over onto my stomach and buries himself deep inside me with one stroke.

Our moans echo off the bedroom walls, filling the air with a melody only we know.

Last night, we had a very mature conversation about condoms and mutually agreed that we didn’t need to continue using them as we had both been tested recently. I’ve got an IUD, and we are seeing each other exclusively. Best. Decision. Ever.

“I am never going to get over how good it feels to be inside you bare,” he says against the sensitive skin on my neck. Without pulling out, he wraps his arms around my waist, gently lifting me up so I’m kneeling with him. I raise my arms behind his head and hold on tight while he continues to move.

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