Page 9 of Seven of Hearts

“I feel you getting close. You’re so fucking tight around my cock. You fit like a damn glove.”

“Make me come again,” I begged.

He slammed into me. “Yes, ma’am.”

The bed creaked and the headboard slammed with each thrust. His breathing grew more and more erratic as he neared his own peak.

“Logan—”

“Almost . . . there . . .” He let out a grunt. “Keep my name on those perfect lips.”

“Logan, please—” I cried. “Please?—”

We shattered together, hitting our mark and then exploding into infinitesimal pieces. The blissful post-orgasm delirium hit me instantly. Or maybe that was the exhaustion of the day.

Logan’s breathing was ragged as his dick flexed and pulsed. He stayed buried inside me as we caught our breath. His chest was warm and sticky with sweat, but the gentle pressure of it against my back was calming.

“How was that for a fantasy?” he murmured against the back of my neck before dotting my shoulder with a kiss.

I closed my eyes as a satisfied smile played on my lips. “I can go for round two if you still have those granola bars in your hotel welcome bag.”

He chuckled. “They’re in there, but that was my only condom.” His hand was soft against my skin as he gently caressed my hip. “This’ll have to be it.”

I peered through my lashes and caught him studying me with the same softness as his touch. “Then I should probably dry my dress and get going.”

The look that flashed across his face was almost regretful. “How was it? Did I live up to the fantasy?”

A laugh slipped free. “It was exactly what I needed.”

3

LEAH

Ihurried through the lobby of the Taylor Creek Inn to attend the send-off brunch for Kylie and Bryan. Only six hours had passed since I left Logan’s bed.

My stomach lurched.

I, Leah Holloway, vow to never drink again.

I was fashionably late, and anything but fashionable. Last night’s makeup was still on my face, and bobby pins were still hanging from a nest of hair, since I had opted for sleep rather than detangling the mussed curls.

The entrance to the open courtyard came into view as I rounded a massive pillar. I was so distracted by the pounding in my head that I missed the person exiting the elevator.

“Crap—”

Steady hands shackled my arms, keeping me upright as I bounced off the man’s body. I looked up and found a familiar set of sharp eyes staring down at me.

“Oh—” I blinked once, then twice, as Logan set me upright.

He looked the slightest bit sheepish. “I, uh...I forgot about the brunch this morning. I overslept.”

“That makes two of us.” I brushed a crunchy, hair-sprayed curl away from my face.

Logan shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted uncomfortably, rocking between his feet. “I didn’t think about the fact that we’d see each other today. You know...after...”

“There y’all are! We’re starving and waiting for you.”

We jumped apart at the sound of Kylie’s voice. Logan snapped to attention as his sister approached. They shared the same dark brown hair, the same eyes, the same—well—everything.

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