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He pulls back gently, breaking our joined mouths. “Open your present.” He nods to the box still sitting unopened on the edge of our bed.

He keeps his arms wrapped around me as I turn around. Lifting the lid with my fingers, I toss it aside and look at what’s inside. A brand-new laptop.

“Logan,” I gasp, my eyes growing wide. “You didn’t.” I bend down, pulling it out of the box. I run my hand over the smooth white top.

He unravels his arms around me and I immediately feel their absence. I turn around, my jaw still dropped in shock.

He shrugs. “I figured since you were juggling more clients and the job at the law firm that you needed a new laptop. It has double the storage of your other one.”

I look over my shoulder as tears begin to line my eyes. It’s the laptop I had told Logan I wanted a few months back. At the time, I didn’t want to spend the money on it, figuring I would wait until I drummed up more clients in my graphic design business. I gaze at the laptop then turn back to him, already feeling a warm tear spill down my cheek. “I love it. Thank you.”

“I love that you love it.” He lifts his hand, cupping my cheek in his large palm. His fingers are covered in memories of old cuts and burns. A necessary evil in his profession.

I tilt my face into his hand, placing my lips against the scar on the inside of his wrist. I can’t remember if it’s a scar from his work, or if it’s one of the many he has from the night Julian nearly killed him.

He slides his hand farther across my cheek, tangling his long fingers in my hair. Gripping the back of my head, he quickly draws me in, slamming my body against his.

I moan against his mouth, my heart skipping a beat with the sudden shift between us. There’s fire burning between our chests. Without realizing it, I’ve started stepping forward, backing him against the wall. My hands are frenzied as I pull at the bottom of his shirt, untucking it from his black pants.

I’ve started unbuttoning them, still unwilling to break our kiss. Logan tips his head back, resting it against the wall.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he hisses.

His eyes are half closed, willing to let me continue. His words are words of affirmation. My thighs tense and my mouth turns dry, wanting to feel him everywhere. I need his hands on me. I need his mouth on me.

Tugging down his pants, I free his hardened erection. I grab his length in my hand, moving it back and forth. He groans, breathing heavily as he looks up to the ceiling.

“Fuck,” he grits out. “I don’t want this to end.” Before I’ve had the chance to move any further, Logan grips the back of my head, spinning me around. This time he’s the one pinning me to the wall. I press my back farther against the wall, lifting my hands under his shirt. My nails scrape against the hard ridges of his torso, the muscles flexing as he leans forward, his mouth finding mine once again. He slides his lips across my mouth, frantically kissing my neck then collarbone.

I’m still wearing the same dress I had on for work. Noticing the stretchy red fabric, Logan pulls the bottom of the V-neck down, exposing my breasts. I’m wearing a simple sheer bra, one without any wire. Logan hisses, my nipples poking through the translucent fabric. He cups my breast in the palm of his hand, massaging it with his fingers. I tilt my head back, swiping my tongue across my bottom lip. With his other hand, he slides it between my thighs, his fingers grazing my skin.

My hips immediately press into his body the moment his hand meets my core. I’m already soaked, ready for Logan. I decided against wearing any panties today, figuring I’d be more comfortable that way.

“Shit, Lena.” He pulls his head back, his eyes spread wide. There’s a fire raging behind them and I breathe in a sharp breath, his fingers already making circles on my sensitive flesh. “I wasn’t expecting that.” He smirks.

The delight in his face is enough to push me over the edge. While still moving his hand between my legs, he slides the other one from my breast to my back, pulling me against him. He lifts me in one move, pushing his body against mine to keep me pinned against the wall. My chest is now in line with his body. I look down, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He looks up, staring into my eyes. I swallow, my heart pounding with his stare. He places his lips to my chest, gently pressing his teeth into my breast. I moan, the feeling shooting straight to my core. My thighs tense around his waist, feeling my release coming.

My breaths increase, not wanting this to end before I’ve even had Logan inside me. As if he can read my thoughts, he pulls back, finding my entrance. Pushing into me, I gasp, feeling his length fill me. His entire body is pressing against mine as he pulls back then slams into me again. Then again. He hasn’t moved his hand from my core, his circles growing more intense.

With his mouth pressed against mine, he pushes into me one last time before I come undone around him. My body vibrates against the wall as Logan finishes. He groans, keeping himself inside me. Afterward, he loosens his grip around my waist, slowly sliding me down the wall. My toes land against the carpet softly, my thighs still vibrating from having Logan between them.

He rests his head on my shoulder, his hot breaths beating against my dampened skin.

He begins to laugh under his breath, his shoulders quaking. I pull back and duck my head to see his face, confused as to why he’s laughing.

Slowly, he looks up. The corner of his mouth curls as his hand finds my face. The pad of his thumb traces a line across my cheekbone. “If I knew buying you a laptop would lead to sex like that, I’d buy you a million.”

I roll my eyes, feeling my cheeks warm, blushing even more than they already were. “You’re ridiculous.”

His smile fades, his smooth lips moving back in their natural place. He leans forward, kissing me again. “Happy Anniversary, Lena.”

I smile. “Happy Anniversary.”

Eighteen

Lena

Logan took a shower before heading out to the hotel. He needed to be there a few hours early to finish setting up and to ensure the food was properly prepared before cooking it. I was both nervous and happy for him all at the same time.

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