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When she lays back, I kiss a wet trail from her lips down her torso, stopping at the button on her denim shorts.

“Logan.” Her hands thread through my hair, and her hips flex upward. “Do we have time for this?” Rachel squirms under each touch, begging me for more as I unfasten her shorts, following the fabric down her legs with my mouth.

“Oh, we have plenty of time,” I promise her, working my way back up, capturing a lace-covered nipple in my mouth. Hell, I may have slipped Smitty a twenty-dollar bill on his way out the door to take a detour on the way back for this very reason.

Tracing my fingers over her skin to between her legs, she gasps and jumps when my fingers slip between the barely-there fabric of her thong and meet her sensitive flesh. “Ah, fuck.” She purrs as I cup her sex.

If she keeps this up, there’s no way I’ll last long inside her.

I shift and crawl down between her legs, ripping the thong from her body. Parting her thighs, I work her into a frenzy with my mouth, coaxing her to the edge before slipping two fingers inside her and making her explode. With her first orgasm out of the way, I unbuckle my belt and quickly discard my shorts and boxers before reaching into my nightstand to pull out a condom. Rolling the latex down my shaft, I groan as Rachel leans up on her elbows and licks her lips.

“I’ve only had one taste, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you, pretty girl.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to her, kissing me with fever and passion. “With a mouth like that? I may just keep you around.”

Her legs stay spread before me, and I’m about to bury myself inside her, my cock already weeping. I’m nearly there. To the one place I’ve fantasized about since I laid eyes on Rachel. Taking my time, I inch my way in, letting out a hiss as I finally feel her heat around me.

Rachel locks her legs around my hips and pulls me even closer. “Logan,” she sighs.

Reaching between us, I stroke her sensitive nub causing her hips to flex off of the bed. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” I pull out then thrust forward again, pulling a scream from her lips.

“Holy shit, Logan. Oh, God.”

Her moans only get louder as I lean down and take a nipple in my mouth. I can feel myself edging closer and closer to the finish line as her body clamps down around mine.

Everything about this moment is bliss, until...

“Mommy!”

The front door slams open, and Piper’s voice echoes through my house.

“Mommy! Where are you? I got ice cream, and we played games!” Piper yells.

Rachel scrambles off the bed, in a hurry to put her clothes back on.

We can hear Zoey talking to Piper, promising her that Rachel is probably just in the bathroom.

“I’ve got to go,” she mumbles, rushing past me and my now half-mast dick.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Rachel

Oh God, what was I thinking?

Leaning my head on the steering wheel of my car, I take a shaky breath. I let the man blow my mind, and then I go running out of his house like my ass is on fire, scared of what it meant for us to take things to that level and terrified of the stark reminder of why we’ve been holding back.

Piper. The adorable, rambunctious, secret-sharing little lady, who is sound asleep in the backseat while I sit in the driveway outside my house, contemplating the meaning of life.

What if she had walked in and caught us?

I’m sure Logan thinks I’m a psychotic mess. Not that I can blame the guy. After what happened just now, I’m not convinced I’m not.

Who the hell runs out after sex? I didn’t kiss him goodbye, hell I didn’t even thank the guy. Wait. No. I’m pretty sure that would have been worse.“So, yeah, thanks for the orgasms, sorry you didn’t get yours. K, bye.”Especially considering that was our first time together.

Except for the time I gave him a blow job right on my living room couch after I tucked Piper into bed one night.

I’m a fucking mess.

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