Page 2 of Alice & Meg

Lo shook his head and pressed the elevator button. “Not right now, babe. I thought there was something else we could do to kill time.” He pulled me into the elevator and wrapped me in his arms.

“Oh,” I gasped.

He pressed a hot, searing kiss to my lips and pressed me against the wall of the elevator. “You picking up what I’m laying down, babe?” he drawled.

Oh, I was more than picking it up.

The elevator doors slid open, and we stumbled out, a bit disheveled but grinning like idiots. We made our way down the hallway to our room, hand in hand, excitement bubbling up inside me like a shaken soda can.

As we reached our door, Lo slid the keycard into the slot, and the light turned green with a satisfying beep. He pushed open the door, and we stepped into our temporary sanctuary.

“Home sweet home for the weekend,” Lo said, dropping our bags by the door.

There was a large king bed on one wall, a big couch next to it, and a huge TV in front of the bed. The bathroom was massive, with two sinks and a tub big enough for two.

I laughed, kicking off my shoes after giving the room a once over and flopped onto the plush bed. “Not too shabby.”

Lo joined me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist. “We should take advantage of this downtime before the chaos of the welcome dinner.”

I nodded, snuggling closer to him. “Definitely.”

My heart raced as Lo’s hands trailed down my back, his touch sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. With a tender smile, my eyes met his gaze.

“I need you, babe,” Lo murmured, his voice husky with longing.

I nodded, my fingers trembling as I reached for Lo’s shirt buttons, my movements slow and deliberate. Lo mirrored my actions, his touch gentle as he undid the buttons of my blouse, his gaze never leaving mine.

As our clothing fell away, I felt a sense of vulnerability wash over me. But it was a vulnerability I welcomed, a testament to the trust we had in each other.

“You’re still so hot, babe,” Lo said, his voice filled with admiration. “After all of these years, it’s still you. The only woman I’ll ever want.”

“Right back at you, handsome,” I replied, my eyes drinking in the sight of his toned body. “After all of these years, you’re still the only man who knows how to get my motor running.”

With a soft sigh, I laid back on the bed, my body tingling with anticipation as Lo trailed kisses along my neck and collarbone. His touch was like fire against my skin, igniting a hunger within me that I couldn’t deny.

And then, with a gentle touch, Lo parted my thighs and began to explore me with his tongue. I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair as I surrendered myself to the pleasure coursing through my body.

Each flick of his tongue sent waves of ecstasy crashing over me. My moans filled the room as I lost myself in Lo. It was as if every touch was electricity coursing against my skin.

Like it was every time with Lo, it didn’t take me long to find my release. His name ripped my lips, and I came all over his tongue.

He kissed the inside of my thigh as my breathing slowed. He sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Taste like fucking heaven, babe,” he murmured.

I purred and languished in the afterglow of my orgasm. “I love you, Logan,” I sighed.

As usual, the use of his real name set a fire in his eyes.

“I love you, too.” He slid his hands to the back of my thighs and squeezed gently. “Hold on,” he called.

I knew what was coming next. I knew what Lo liked best.

My ass in front of him while he fucked me from behind. It was my favorite, too.

He flipped me over, and I braced myself with my arms. I buried my head in the pillow and raised my ass up to meet him. He ran his hand over the globes of my ass and squeezed.

“Fucking perfect,” he growled.

He slowly entered me until his hips slammed against my ass. He slowly pulled out and then slid back in.

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