Page 230 of Sin Bin

MEADOW

“C’mon, logan,” meadow protested weakly the next morning as he caged her between his much larger frame and the bedroom door. “I really need to go.”

“Why?” he grumbled, nibbling on her neck.

She couldn’t think coherently with his body pressed against hers, his lips hot and soft on her skin. “Why what?”

“Why do you have to go?” He sucked her collarbone, sending a flurry of delicious shivers through her. His arm circled her waist, dragging her closer as the thick ridge of his erection dug into her belly. “Why can’t you just stay here until I get back from practice?”

“I told you,” she managed to choke out. “I’m supposed to run errands with Aunt Rosalie. But I’ll—” She broke off with a gasp as he outlined the swell of her breast with his finger, teasing and tweaking her nipple with his thumb.

“You’ll what?” He used his teeth to tug her sweater down over the lacy cup of her bra.

“I’ll be back in time for dinner,” she finished on a whimper, sinking her hands into his hair as she sagged back against the door. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was right now. She shouldn’t be this aroused after he’d kept her up half the night, rocking her world with one white-hot, bed-breaking orgasm after another. She couldn’t possibly have any orgasms left in her. No way. No—

“Ohhh,” she moaned as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, sending a shaft of need spiraling to her core. “Logan…”

“Stay.” He lashed her nipple with hot flicks of his tongue, making her arch and writhe against him. She could feel the relentless heat of his erection through his jeans, a burning brand that fed the throbbing ache in her core.

She found herself panting and trembling as he kissed his way down her body, his open mouth all but searing her clothes right off. The pulsing throb between her legs begged for satisfaction.

When he put his hands on her waist, she lifted her hips for him to pull her pink joggers off. Her damp panties followed.

He licked the curve of her waist and bit her hipbone, then gripped her thighs and spread them apart with his big hands. She stared down at him, her heart thundering as she watched his dark head move between her shaking legs. When he sucked the tender flesh of her inner thigh, she cried out with shocked pleasure, her fingers tightening in his hair.

“Logan…” She couldn’t stop saying his name, for all the good it did her.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he rumbled.

“But—”

“Hush.” He lifted her right leg over his shoulder and licked her leaking slit.

Her head thudded against the door, her eyes closing as the wet heat of his tongue drove any further protests from her mind.

An hour later she staggered out of his penthouse and practically ran toward the elevator, convulsed in breathless giggles.

Logan watched her from the doorway, chest bare, jeans unzipped. “Don’t be gone too long,” he called after her.

“I won’t. Believe me.” With her body still buzzing from her gazillionth orgasm, she rode the elevator down to the garage and hopped into her car, peeling out of there before Logan changed his mind about letting her go.

She grinned all the way to her aunt’s house. Just as she pulled into the driveway, her phone rang. When she saw Ephraim’s number, she felt a sharp pang of guilt. She was tempted to let his call go to voicemail, but she knew she couldn’t keep avoiding him. It was unfair to string him along when she was no longer available.

She took a deep breath and answered. “Hello.”

“Hello, yourself.” Ephraim sounded both relieved and disgruntled. “You’re a hard woman to get ahold of.”

“I know.” She bit her lip. “I’m sorry. I started my new job this week, so I’ve been preoccupied.”

“I understand.” He gave a strained laugh. “I was beginning to think you were mad because you saw my Instagram.”

She drew a blank. “Your Instagram?”

“You don’t have to pretend. I’m sure you saw the pictures of the women I’ve dated over the years, and I’m sure you noticed that they’re all white.”

“Um, well—”

He barreled on defensively. “Yes, it’s true that the majority of women I date are white. I could tell you it’s because of proximity, that those are the only women I encounter on a regular basis. But the truth is that I’ve always been primarily attracted to white women, and I make no apologies for that.”

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