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I summon the memory to fight the rising guilt.

Even in my erotic haze, it makes my bones chill.

The phone call. The phone call that changed everything.

When I overheard him with Keira.

I clench my teeth, narrowing my eyes. “Take off your pants now! I’m sick of waiting.”

His eyelids grow heavier.

“I’m also going to make you lick me again when we’re done.” I spread my legs wider and roll my hips back to give him a full-frontal view of my pussy. I wrinkle my nose in disdain. “You missed a few spots.”

His shuts his eyes, groaning. “You’re going to kill me,” he mumbles, stepping away to pull down his joggers and toss them on the linoleum tile. When he yanks down his boxers, his cock springs out, bouncing a little before settling into its usual leftish tilt. My eyes pop open. “It looks like it’s grown two inches since I last saw it.”

He smiles faintly as he walks into the arch of my spread open legs. “I’m so fucking turned on right now.” He says “fucking” with almost angry emphasis. “It’s been too long. It feels like that first time in the stairwell. You need to stop talking or I’m seriously going to explode all over you before we even start.”

I lower my chin. “Maybe I’ll make you lick that up too.”

His head jerks up, his lips parting as he stares at me with that look of wonder I remember from that night in the stairwell. I fight the urge to smile.

He’s adorable.

For someone with forty-plus ex-girlfriends, Logan’s sexual taste was remarkably vanilla before I corrupted him. Teaching him my deviant ways was like opening a closet door with Narnia inside. He was dazzled.

And this is nothing.

He startles me by reaching forward and grabbing my face. “I’m going to last two minutes, and I’m not even sorry. It’s your fault!” he says through clenched teeth.

When I giggle, he glares at me. He grips my waist and squeezes so hard I gasp. His eyes on his dick, he drags my butt across the counter until I tip over the edge, falling into his hips. I shriek as he pierces into me, pleasure clenching my stomach. I glance at his face to see his eyes are shut tight, his jaw clenched. Unable to suspend my pleasure any longer, I start to rock my hips against his. “Oh.” My moan is low and guttural. “I’ve missed your cock, Logan.”

His eyes pop open. “No, you can’t do that this time. No talking. Save it for round two.”

At my glare, he says, “I’m serious, Lani. I want it to last.”

“Well, I don’t want it to last. I want you to slam your cock—”

He grits his teeth, looking almost pained as he interrupts me. “Shut. The. Holy. Fuck. Up. I’m not even kidding.” But just after he says it his lips lift into a smile.

I lift a brow. “What will you do if I don’t?”

“This!” he shouts just before pulling out and thrusting so hard he lifts my hips into the air, sending an explosive wave of pleasure through my core. “Oh my god,” I gasp. “Do that again.” He shuts his eyes tightly. “Please stop talking,” he says, but still he obeys my command by thrusting again. I’m lost in a fog of pleasure, only distantly recognizing the growing tension in the muscles of his back under my palm as he thrusts again and again. Suddenly, his thrusts become rapid, jerking bursts and I’m just on the verge of coming when I feel that hot liquid filling my insides. Remembering how much I love to watch him when he comes, I open my eyes and stare at his anguished, jaw-clenched face. “Oh, god!” I scream as I reach my own peak, heat radiating throughout my body in wave after wave after wave.

Why didn’t I quit Ativan sooner? I must have forgotten I could feel this good without it.

Long after the last spasm, he lowers his forehead to rest on my shoulder, pulling me into a tight embrace. “I love you, Lani,” he whispers.

I can’t say it back. I just can’t, but luckily he’s still too far away to notice.

CHAPTER 24

Past—The Betrayal

Leilani

I wake up.

I’m confused.

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