Page 106 of Perfect Playbook

In this moment, my body is his, and that’s as precious as any three words. He has my vessel. He has my heart. It’s the only place my soul can live, and inviting him in is the best I can do.

I want to work through my fears and trust issues, I want to erase years of seeing Logan as the NHL playboy and find my way back to the worship I had for the college boy he once was. I’ll getthere…

For now, I show him.

His dick is so hard I feel his every vein and ridge rumble along my insides. I’m so stretched its ecstasy. It’s a slow, steady rhythm. My hands enjoy the flex of his ass when he dips inside me, bottoming out.

In and out. In and…

“Ahhh…” I sigh. The feeling is overwhelming.

With that, he quickens the pace slightly. I urge my hips against his bones harder, too. His thumb swipes in a faster, more deliberate motion.

And then, I can’t hold back anymore.

“You want to come for me,pastelito?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to take you there?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“I’m taking you everywhere. I’ll never leave without you…”

His words sharpen my senses slightly, but little blood remains in my brain to process anything. I just spread my legs wider, as wide as I can while he rails into me, thrusting harder, our hips colliding in a powerful feeling so different from the times before.

I love this man.

“Come with me, Logan…”

His powerful glutes ride me hard. We slap together with passion. Loud, balmy skin connects as he penetrates me deep, soul deep.

Finally, my clit explodes and pulses under his thumb.

“Mmmm…” I bite my lip.

He thrusts three more times, and while my entire body quivers, burning-hot desire spills inside me. His body brings me to the next level, blinding me. I throw my hands to thesides and grasp the sheets to stop myself completely disappearing in this moment.

Finally, his thrusts slow and his face drops to my neck. He kisses me. I kiss his salty skin in return and open my eyes to the darkness of the room, but flickers of blinking light dance in my eyes.

That waseverything.

He slips off to the side of me. We snuggle as though our bodies are one. His breathing slows, and his arm grows heavy around me, a veil of security.

But I can’t shake the change tonight, not just for me, but for him, too.

I only fall asleep just before dawn, demons chattering in my head telling me something is very, very wrong.

Chapter Thirty-Five

To sayI’m not a morning person is an understatement. And having had zero sleep, on top of not being the most cheerful person at this time of day, has me standing in front of the coffee machine ready to throw it out the window for being so damn slow. I need a steady flow of caffeine to be human, and the only other thing that makes me feel that way is my son.

He bounces into the kitchen in his pajamas. “Buenos días.”

“Buenos días, mijo.”My voice croaks. “Did you have a nice sleep?”

“I had a weird dream,” he says matter-of-factly andsits, placing his worn and tattered oven mitts blankie on the table. “I was a hockey coach. And I took my team to the finals with my super-amazing plays.”

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