Page 122 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

“Nope. I don’t want to go if you won’t be with me.” I grinned. “Admit it, this is romantic.”

“I’m not going to fake it,” she said, completely ignoring what I’d just said. “Since that would violate your little rule.”

Snorting, I shook my head and began to walk her toward the bed. “I’m such a tyrant, telling you that you’re not allowed to fake orgasms with me.”

A grin briefly split across her lips, and I worshiped the rare glimpse of it like the sun peeking through the clouds.

She stood there, pretending to think about it, but I could see her faltering. Finally, she let out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

I snickered. “That was a remarkably hard sale considering it was over an orgasm.”

“Well, this doesn’t feel like it’s a fair deal since inexplicably you make me orgasm every time.”

“Something I’m very proud of,” I said with a smirk.

Sloane fell back on the bed, and I got lost for a second just staring at her.Marry mewas insanely on the tip of my tongue, but I choked it back.

Baby steps, Logan.

“Well, get to work,” she said haughtily, pretending like this was such a burden for her, even though I could see the slight tremble of her hands at her sides.

“Mmm, just building up the anticipation,” I purred, my gaze taking her in.

“Let’s get those shorts off you,” I said, finally starting to stalk slowly toward the bed.

She watched me, her navy-blue eyes glimmering in the light. There was a blush to her cheeks already, and her breath was already quickening.

I was definitely going to win.

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SLOANE

“You’re soaking wet already, aren’t you?” Logan rasped as he slid my shorts down my legs.

“Maybe you should check,” I teased, knowing what he would find. Of course, there was already heat building inside me, just from his gaze stroking across my skin.

He threw my shorts over his shoulder, and I held in my shiver as his green eyes gleamed at me.

“You’re beautiful,” I blurted out, wondering if he thought it was weird thatthatwas what came to my mind every time I looked at him.

He smiled, though, and that weird, glittering feeling I got around him spun around in my chest.

His gaze slid down to my legs, and I let my thighs fall open. Logan slowly lowered himself to his knees, his hands massaging my inner thighs as he pushed them even farther apart.

“I love your cunt,” he breathed, his nose skimming through the lace as he inhaled me like I was a decadent treat.

“So you’ve said before,” I whispered, feeling embarrassed about how breathy my voice sounded. It would have been one thing if this was me faking it, but it was definitely a hundred percent real.

I tried to shore myself up, wanting to make it at least a little hard for him, but then he licked through the lining of my panty-covered slit, and I was back to gasping like I’d fallen into heat.

“Pull your knees up to your shoulders,” he growled. “I want to see all of you.”

Locking eyes with him, I slowly pulled my knees up to my chest and then let my legs fall open farther. I wassogoing to lose this bet. He’d proven every time this wasn’t a fluke.

“Such a good girl,” he purred, and I nearly whimpered in response. His gaze was a mix of possessiveness and hunger…and a little bit of awe as well.

Reaching out, he tore off my panties like they were nothing. Liquid heat gushed out of me, dripping down my ass.

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