Page 59 of The Playbook

He lifted me up, both his hands cupping my ass beneath my skirt. With a growl, he pulled me to the edge of the sink, his face buried in my neck again.

He wedged his hard body between my legs. I gasped as his firm length pressed against me.

Oh fuck, Logan was packing. The guy had to have a lightning rod in his pants.

“Logan,” I managed to gasp.

“We only get seven minutes, Gracie. Best make them count.” His mouth hungrily met mine again. Those capable hands tugged me forward until his dick was pressed right against my aching heat. “Just let go and have fun.”

He was right. It was just a bit of fun. We might not even remember it tomorrow. With a bravery I didn’t know I possessed, I reached out and yanked his shirt off. Eagerly, I ran my hands along the expanse of his hard muscles.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured between his hot kisses.

His girl. I shouldn’t like the sentiment. But fuck if I didn’t. My heart soared at his words, and I let go, letting him remove my shirt.

“Fucking beautiful,” he breathed out, urging my mouth back to his. “Gorgeous.” He gave my breast a gentle squeeze as he continued to kiss me.

Slowly, he eased my bra strap down, sending a shiver across my skin. I gasped against his lips when his hand slid against my bare breast.

“Logan,” I tried to speak again, my head spinning. A soft moan erupted as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Gracie,” he growled back. His hand tightened on the back of my head, his fingers deep in my hair.

Shit. We were getting way too carried away. I didn’t stop him though. Instead, I pressed myself against his thickness through his pants as he nipped my bottom lip.

“More,” he commanded softly, rubbing against my heat with his own.

Faster. Harder. The heat grew to a sweeping fire as he ground against me until I cried out against his lips, shaking from the explosion he’d created within me with just the friction. I clung to him as I rode out the high, my body trembling in his arms.

A loud bang on the door caused me to jump. We didn’t get a damn moment to compose ourselves before the door was flung open and Ryan was snapping pictures or recording a video or something.

“Say cheese!” he shouted with a laugh. “Times up!”

Logan tugged me against his body, shielding me from Ryan and his phone.

“Fuck off, man. Get out of here!” Logan shoved Ryan with one arm and slammed the door on him.

His laughter sounded out from behind the door.

Logan sighed, his forehead against mine. “Sorry. He’s such a dick when he’s drinking.”

“Why did he have his camera?”

“Who knows? He won’t do anything with it. I’ll get the video or pictures from him even if I have to steal his phone.”

He ran his hands gently up and down my bare arms. I shivered against him. He brought my bra strap gently back up to my shoulder, his fingers trailing up until they reached my face. I looked up at him.

“Time’s up,” he whispered.

I nodded wordlessly.

He gave me a sad smile and leaned in to place a tender kiss on my cheek. “I liked this a lot, Gracie. Just so you know.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. I wasn’t even sure if my mouth could form words in that moment. I’d liked it a lot too. He’d given me a hell of a lot of firsts in only a few minutes time.

He grinned down at me before he fully pulled away. He didn’t put his shirt back on, but he handed me mine. I quickly jerked it over my head. Logan helped me to my feet and grabbed his phone.

“Just for the record, this was the hottest fucking moment of my life.”

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