Page 41 of Fake Engagement with my Brother's Best Friend

“You’re in a hurry,” Logan teases, but his voice is thick with anticipation.

I smile up at him, a new sense of boldness surging through me. “You have no idea.”

Without waiting for a response, I push him backward, guiding him toward the bed. He falls onto the mattress with a soft thud, his eyes wide with surprise, but there’s a spark of excitement in his gaze. He likes this—this new, eager version of me that’s taking control. I like it too.

I straddle his hips, my knees pressing into the mattress on either side of him, and his hands immediately find their way to my waist, his grip firm but gentle. His touch sends a shiver down my spine, and I lean down, capturing his lips in a kiss that’s hungry, desperate. The way our bodies move together feels effortless, natural, as if we’ve been waiting for this moment for far too long.

Logan’s hands slide up my back, pulling me closer, and I can feel the heat of him beneath me, the way his body responds to mine.

My fingers tangle in his hair, and I kiss him harder, my lips moving against his with a hunger that surprises even me. He groans softly into my mouth, his hands sliding up to cup my face as he kisses me back just as fiercely. The feel of his skin against mine, the way our breaths mix in the heated space between us—it’s intoxicating.

I move my hips slightly, the friction between us making my pulse race even faster. Logan’s hands tighten on my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as if he can’t get enough. He looks up at me with dark, hungry eyes, his chest rising and falling with every breath.

“I like this side of you,” he murmurs, his voice rough and full of admiration. “You're taking control.”

I smile, leaning down to kiss him again, softer this time, but still filled with all the desire I’m feeling.

For a moment, we stay like that, kissing, touching, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels natural and right. The intensity of it all makes my head spin, and I feel like I’m floating, completely lost in him. I can feel the heat radiating off his skin, the way his body responds to every movement of mine, and it drives me wild.

My desire for Logan is almost overwhelming. The way his hands move over my body, firm but tender, makes my pulse race, and I can’t get enough of him. It’s not just physical, it’s something more—a need that has been building between us for so long, simmering just beneath the surface, and now it’s spilling over, impossible to control.

His hands slide up my thighs, gripping my hips as I shift above him, and the look in his eyes sends a shiver through me. It’s like he can’t believe this is happening either, like he’s just as consumed by this as I am. I lean down, my lips brushing over his, teasing him with a kiss that’s softer than before, playful.

“You know,” I murmur against his lips, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

Logan chuckles, his voice low and rough. “Oh yeah? Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

I smile, biting my lip as I pull back slightly, letting my fingers trail down his chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath my touch. “Maybe I liked watching you squirm a little,” I tease.

His eyes darken, a mischievous glint flickering in them. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

“Am I?” I lean in again, kissing the edge of his jaw, letting my breath tickle his skin. “You seem to like it.”

Logan groans softly, his hands sliding up my back as he pulls me closer, his lips grazing my neck. “You’re impossible to resist, Grace. You’ve always been.”

The words send a rush of warmth through me, making my heart pound even harder. I can’t believe how deeply I feel for him—how much I’ve fallen for him. I’m completely caught up in him, in the way his touch ignites something inside me that I never knew was there. It’s not just lust, it’s more. It’s love, this undeniable pull that makes me want him in every way possible.

His cock throbs against my inner thigh, and I smile.

I shift slightly, my hips brushing against his, and Logan lets out a low, throaty sound that sends heat rushing through me.His hands grip my waist tighter, and I feel the tension coiling between us again, more urgent this time.

My hands fumble with his jeans, and then he’s inside of me. It’s a familiar sensation, one that forces a heady moan from my lips as we grind together. I want to savor it, to make it last; but when Logan arches into me and I see stars, I know I won’t last long.

“Grace…” His voice is barely more than a whisper, rough with need. “You’re driving me crazy.”

I laugh softly, my hands sliding up to cup his face. “That’s the idea.”

He grins, that playful, cocky smirk that makes my heart race every time. “I should’ve known you’d be trouble the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I raise an eyebrow, leaning in so that my lips are just a breath away from his. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Logan closes the distance between us, kissing me deeply, his hands moving with more urgency now, more need. I melt into him, my body responding to every touch. We move together, his cock seated so deeply inside of me that I can feel every twitch and pulse.

I’ve never wanted anyone like this, never felt this overwhelming pull that makes me feel like I could lose myself in him completely.

His lips move from my mouth to my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, and I gasp softly, my fingers tangling in his hair. Then, he takes one firm nipple into his mouth and I stutter out his name.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can even think to stop them. It doesn’tmatter, because it’s true. I love him, every part of him, and I can’t imagine being anywhere else but here, with him.

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