Page 94 of Short, Lethal & Claimed

God, the fucking pleasure…

“Do you feel that?” Jill asked as she settled on his lap, causing his cock to harden as pleasure shot down the underside of his shaft, making it feel so fucking good.

“Yes,” Logan said, dropping his hands to her hips only to groan when she shifted to get more comfortable.

“What am I feeling now?” Jill asked, breaking off the kiss so that she could press her forehead against his.

“How much I like it when you touch me,” Logan said, licking his lips hungrily when she continued shifting on his lap.

“What else?” Jill asked, sounding breathless as she went from shifting to gently rolling her hips.

“I can’t think straight when you do that, Angel,” Logan admitted on a groan as his grip tightened around her hips.

“Do you want me to stop?” Jill asked on a moan as her head dropped back.

“God, no,” Logan said, pressing his lips against her throat as he used his hold to help her move, stroking the underside of his cock through his pants.

“Then, what do you want?” Jill asked as he released her hips so that he could slide his hands over her ass and-

“You.”

“What are you doing?”Jill found herself asking on a breathless moan as Logan carried her towards the door.

“Showing you,” Logan said, carrying her into the hallway as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

“And how are you planning on doing that?” Jill asked as they made their way down the long hallway.

“So impatient,” Logan said, chuckling as he kissed her forehead before he placed her down on her feet just outside the children’s bedroom. “Stay here,” he whispered before he quietly walked into their room while she stood there and-

“Kissy!”

-felt her lips twitch seconds before Logan came back into the hallway and picked her up.

“He’s very demanding,” Jill noted as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

“He really is,” Logan said with a fond smile as he carried her down the hallway to her room.

“Are you going to tell me what you’re up to yet?” she asked when he quietly closed the door behind them.

“You don’t like surprises, do you?” Logan asked, kissing the tip of her nose as he bypassed the bed and headed towards her closet.

“I really don’t,” Jill admitted with a heartfelt sigh and a sad shake of her head.

“Too bad,” Logan said with a teasing smile as he placed her down on the thick mattress that she’d decked out in soft cotton sheets, an incredibly fluffy comforter, and an unhealthy number of pillows shoved against the wall. She watched him turn aroundand pull his shirt off the rest of the way before tossing it on the floor.

“How did you get that scar?” Jill asked as her gaze landed on the small, jagged scar on the back of his shoulder.

“The one on my shoulder?” Logan asked as he reached over and turned on the white Christmas lights that she’d strung up before pressing the button to close the metal shutters.

“The very one,” Jill said as she toed off her shoes before she moved the rest of the way up the mattress so that she could settle against the pillows while she watched him.

“By jumping off a cliff when I was a boy,” Logan drawled as he watched the black metal shutter roll the rest of the way before a small click sounded, letting them know that they were locked inside.

“You jumped off a cliff?” she asked, unable to help but frown.

“How else was I supposed to prove that it could be done?” Logan asked with a boyish grin as he turned around, making her lips twitch.

Nodding, she said, “That does sound reasonable.”

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