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When I finally pulled back, her eyes were glassy, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. “I don’t even know what to call that,” she said, a breathless laugh slipping free. “It felt... like fire and heaven at once.”

“Good,” I said, grinning as I moved up her body. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

I kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips as I settled between her thighs. She reached down, her small hand wrapping around my cock, and I groaned, the feel of her touch nearly undoing me. “You’re so big,” she whispered, stroking me slowly.

I pumped into her hand. “And you’re so wet. You can take me, baby.”

“Oh, yes,” she breathed, guiding me to her entrance.

I pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. But it took everything I had not to lose myself in the hot grip of her pussy. She was so tight, stretching around me. When I was fully seated, I stilled, my forehead resting against hers as I fought for control. “You feel incredible.”

“So do you,” she whispered, her hands gripping my shoulders. “Move, Logan. Please.”

I couldn’t turn down her plea. I moved, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Her moans spurred me on, and I picked up the pace, each stroke deeperthan the last. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her nails digging into my back as she met me thrust for thrust.

“I’m so close.” Her head fell back against the pillow.

I reached between us to circle her clit with my thumb. “Come with me, Samantha. I need to feel you.”

She cried out, her body clenching around me as she came, her pussy gripping me so tightly it pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep, groaning her name as my release hit, the pleasure so intense it left me trembling.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, our bodies tangled, our breathing ragged. Then I rolled to the side, pulling her with me, keeping her close.

“You okay?” I brushed her hair back from her face.

She smiled, her eyes full of something I didn’t deserve. “I’m perfect.”

I kissed her forehead, my arms tightening around her. “Yes, you are.”

And I’m never letting you go.Those words whispered in my head as I drew the cover up over us. There was no way I was sending her away now.

CHAPTER SEVEN

SAMANTHA

The knock at the door caught me by surprise. Logan had insisted I stay behind from today’s hike, claiming the terrain was too treacherous for beginners. I’d agreed, but only after extracting a promise that he’d make it up to me later.

Instead, he’d made it up to me before he left. My body was deliciously achy from his intense attention.

Now, hours later, when I opened the door, I found myself face-to-face with another mountain of a man. A man I already knew. Ethan Miller, developer of theMountain Matesapp. He was just as tall and broad-shouldered as his brother, with the same dark eyes and strong jaw. He looked just as rough and gruff. Flannel shirt, well-worn jeans and boots that could stomp out a small forest fire.

“So you’re the one who’s tamed my hermit brother.” He grinned as he stepped inside. Despite his woodsman appearance, there was something about him that said he would be equally comfortable in a board room as he was in bear country.

Mother Nature had done a bang-up job on the Miller brothers.

“I wouldn’t say tamed.” I crossed my arms, a frown on my face. “And you’re the one who set this whole thing up.”

“You know who I am?”

“I make it my business to know who signed my paychecks. What I don’t know is why you used your brother as a test subject, and by default, did the same with me.”

“Oh, and who broke a company rule by setting up a profile for herself?”

“I didn’t until I wasn’t working for you anymore.”

“True.” He wandered into the kitchen, making himself at home. His boots barely made a sound on the wooden floor—another hint that he lived the life, didn’t just wear the flannel.

“You had no right to create a profile for him without his knowledge.”

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