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"You didn't hurt me. I…um…I've used toys."

My dick pulses inside her at the thought of her fucking herself with a vibrator. "Yeah, I'm going to need to see that shit," I growl, scooping her up into my arms.

She gasps, flinging her arms around me. Her legs twine around my waist. I lift her up and down my cock for a moment, unable to help myself. She feels too fucking good.

"Christ," I groan. "Behave. I'm trying to take you to bed."

"You're the one not be-behaving," she moans, her inner muscles fluttering all up and down my shaft.

"Can't behave when your pussy feels this fucking good." I lift and drop her again, taking a stumbling step toward the doorway. "Your first time should be in a bed."

"This f-feels perfect to me." She falls forward, biting my throat.

I growl, pushing her up against the wall just inside the living room. "I said behave," I growl, pumping inside her. "I need to get you to bed."

"K-keep doing that," she moans, throwing her head back against the wall. "It feels so good, Logan."

Goddammit. She doesn't play fair at all. How is a man supposed to stop when she's practically begging him for more? He can’t.Ican't. Don't want to stop.

I pound into her, helpless to do anything but fuck her like a madman when she feels this good. I bottom out again and again, grunting every damn time. She shouts my name, clawing down my back. Her perfect breasts bounce in my face as she grips me like a vise, shattering apart in my arms.

I spin while she's coming all over me, peeling her away from the wall, and fall onto the sectional with her draped across my lap.

"Ride me, Peyton," I order, smacking her ass. "Bounce on my cock until you're coming for me again."

"S-show me how."

I notch my hands around her waist, helping to lift her up and down until she finds her rhythm. "Yeah, just like that," I croon, leaning forward to capture a nipple between my teeth. "Good girl."

She whimpers, planting her hands against my thighs. The position arches her back, allowing her to take me deeper. She rolls her hips as she fucks me, taking what she needs to get herself there. And goddamn, she looks like a goddess above me, so fucking beautiful.

I buck my hips every time she drops down, forcing myself deeper, extending the pleasure for as long as possible. My balls throbs, the base of my spine tingling.

"Come, angel," I growl, slipping my hand between our bodies to stroke her clit. "I want you dripping down my balls."

"Logan," she whimpers.

"Do it, Peyton." I press my thumb against her clit, grinding it over and over again as her inner muscles clench and flutter, telling me she's right fucking there. "Give me what's mine, baby."

She cracks apart, whimpering my name. Her hips buck and roll, her inner muscles squeezing my cock in a vise. I groan, bucking my hips without rhythm as the sight of her, the feel of her, the goddamn revelation of her sends me hurtling over the edge with her.

I spill into her again and again, tangling my hand in her hair to pull her mouth down to mine. She pants against my lips as I consume her, my thumb still moving against her clit until she shatters again.

When she does, she falls forward, collapsing against my chest. I catch her, holding her against my hammering heart. She sighs sweetly, my name echoing between us.

"Peyton," I whisper back, brushing hair away from her face, but she's already asleep.

I watch her for a long moment, unable to take my eyes off her.

Peyton Cloud.

Where did she come from? More importantly, how do I convince her that she wants to be more than just my assistant come next week?

Chapter Three

Peyton

Iwake up near dawn with Logan wrapped around me like a furnace on the couch, one giant hand on my boob, the otheron my ass as if he's trying to keep me as close as possible. My stomach immediately clenches at his possessive hold, sending a wave of heat through me.

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