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“That’s better,” she said, positioning her pussy over his cock before slowly lowering herself.

She took him in an inch and he gritted his teeth against the urge to drive upward. With deliberate slowness, she peeled her T-shirt up, revealing those beautiful breasts and rigid nipples that begged to be sucked.

“I want to taste you, to touch you—”

He bit off the rest of what he was going to say when she impaled herself on him, taking him in to the hilt. Enclosed in velvet heat, he found he had nothing else to say as she started to move up and down, riding him with a resoluteness that soon had his hips bucking of their own accord.

“If I can’t touch you, you do it,” he said, thrusting up as she drove down, the delicious friction sending him nuts.

“I’m the one in charge but I’ll give you this one.” She slid her hands up her torso until they cupped her tits, before proceeding to tweak her nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers.

“Fuck yeah, just like that.”

His throat tightened with lust and he bordered on panting as she licked one thumb, then the other, before resuming plucking at her nipples.

“Fuck me,” he muttered, his balls tightening in pre-release.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” she murmured, jamming down onto him with renewed vigour until he was blinded to nothing but her.

When she reached down to touch herself she grazed his cock with a fingertip and he fell into the abyss, coming with a ferocity that tore a shout from deep within.

She followed him a second later, their cries mingling and echoing as the spasms subsided. She collapsed forward onto him, her hair tickling his nose, but he didn’t push it aside. He liked having his face covered so she couldn’t read his expression.

He didn’t want her seeing the longing.

Longing that he could prolong this mind-blowing physical connection they shared beyond a few weeks.

Ironic, that he’d blasted away the maudlin thoughts about his dad with a rousing bout of scintillating sex, but in doing so, he’d come to a startling realisation.

He could never have a long-term relationship with Hope, but for the first time ever he would miss this when it ended.

Chapter Eighteen

Hope stood in the middle of her new recording studio and spun a slow three-sixty.

Magnificent.

It was everything she'd imagined and more, and she couldn't wait to thank Logan in person. He'd worked a small miracle in getting his crew to finish the renovations in just over a week, giving her the opportunity to kick-start her dream sooner rather than later.

It went some way to earning her forgiveness, considering he'd snuck out of her apartment in the early hours of the morning three nights ago, leaving nothing but a barely legible scrawled note.

Crazy, considering she was the one who usually absconded from a guy’s bed to avoid any mushy stuff the morning after. But sex with Logan had been incredible and she’d wanted more, so finding him gone had left her oddly deflated.

He’d loved it when she’d taken charge and it had got her off in a way she’d never imagined. As she’d tumbled into sleep she’d expected to wake next to the sexiest man alive and do it all over again. Instead, she’d found him gone in the morning.

They'd spoken twice on the phone since: the first time when she'd called to ask why he'd snuck out early and he’d cited work as a lame excuse she accepted in order not to appear like a clingy girlfriend, the second when she'd called to invite him to dinner tonight, when she intended on presenting him with her surprise.

It had been ingrained in her from young that doing something special as a thank you would ensure you were remembered.

With what she'd bought Logan, she hoped he'd never forget her. They may have had an expiration date on this fling from the start and she’d gone into this with her eyes wide open, but now that his impending departure grew closer, she couldn’t help but feel a tad lost.

Because another thought struck her as she checked out her new studio. Had he instructed his crew to finish this job sooner rather than later because he couldn't wait to get away?

His motivation for finishing ahead of schedule shouldn’t bother her, but it did. It made her second-guess her decision-making. She’d wanted a hot fling, she’d got one, but had lines blurred somewhere along the way? Had she invested more than her body?

She didn’t like the implications of that, not one bit. She’d never trust a guy with her heart again.

But what if it was too late?

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