Page 77 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

I thrashed underneath him, and he groaned. “Fuck. You taste so fucking good.” His tongue licked through my folds, circling my clit, while his fingers continued to move. I tried to rock against his mouth, but he held me tightly so I couldn’t move.

My insides were clenching…just a little more. I locked eyes with him and that was it, another orgasm tore through me, and my cries filled the room. His expression was so possessive…so hot as he continued to lick and suck. Goosebumps broke out on my arms. My pulse quickened, my breath caught, and I closed my eyes, my head falling back into the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure surged through my insides.

This was so much better than any orgasm I’d ever given myself.

Ugh. Why did he have to be so perfect?

Logan lowered my leg and crawled up my body, pressing a deep, rough kiss against my lips that had me tasting myself. I loved that. I wanted him to carry me with him everywhere, a sign to everyone that he belonged to me.

The idea of that made me want to cry, because it was far-fetched…so out of reach.

I could feel his hard length between us, and my mouth watered just thinking of how amazing it was going to feel if he was this adept of a student with his tongue.

“That’s so good,” he whispered against my lips, his hands rubbing up my sides. “So good, sweet girl…you’re incredible.”

I soaked in his praise, liking it for the first time. Wanting to please him—not because it was my job, but because it was him.

My lips quivered against his, and he paused. “I know, baby. I know. Me too,” he murmured. “Me too.”

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him as close as I could. Later, I’d use this memory when I was alone and he was gone, when it was business as usual. I’d use it to remember I had one bright, sparkling moment in my useless life.

“I have something for you,” he said, rolling off me to grab something out of his closet.

“You got me something?” I asked, a strange, light feeling spreading through my veins.

He reappeared, holding up a box, a warm gleam in his eyes. Biting down on my lip, I studied it for a second. I’d gotten gifts before from my clients, but this felt different.

A present from him felt likemore.

“Open it.” He grinned as I finally took it. “And don’t be so scared. You’re going to have to get used to this. Presents all the time. It’s aboyfriendthing.”

I steadfastly ignored the fact that he’d just called himself my boyfriend, and I cracked the box open, my breath catching when I saw what was inside. Nestled on black velvet was a necklace—thin, delicate, with a teardrop-shaped diamond at the center that caught the light like it was made of magic. It wasn’t just gorgeous—it was overwhelming.

“Logan…” I trailed off, unsure of what to say.

“Do you like it?” he asked, his tone casual, but his eyes sharp, watching my reaction like a hawk.

“Like it?” I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “This is…I mean, it’s stunning, but?—”

“No ‘buts,’” he interrupted, sitting up and taking the box from my hands. He pulled the necklace out and let it dangle from his fingers, the diamond swinging slightly. “I want you to wear it.”

My chest tightened. “Logan, it’s too much.”

“It’s not,” he said firmly, his voice brooking no argument. He leaned closer, brushing my hair to the side as he reached around to clasp the necklace around my neck. His fingers skimmed across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

“There,” he said, pulling back to look at me. “Now, you’ll wear it all the time, and you’ll know I’m always thinking about you.”

I swallowed hard, my fingers brushing against the diamond that now rested against my skin. “That’s…really sweet,” I admitted, my cheeks heating.

“Do you really like it? Because if you don’t, I can get something else,” he said, leaning in, his lips brushing mine in a way that was soft but insistent.

“I love it,” I murmured as he pulled back, leaving me breathless and more flustered than I cared to admit.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, Logan swung his legs off the bed and stood up, stretching like a cat and showcasing a set of abs that I wanted to lick. I took in the sight of him shirtless, wondering if he would notice if I grabbed my phone and took a picture.

“Now, I’m making you breakfast,” he announced, walking toward the door.

I blinked, still clutching the necklace like I couldn’t quite believe it was real. “You cook?” I called after him, the disbelief evident in my voice.

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