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“Yes.” I gasp as I anchor my nails in the firm muscles of his glutes. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” Trent presses his forehead to mine, pumping me faster as he searches my eyes. “You’re mine. You understand that?Mine.”

“Yes!”I gasp as he drives in again, commanding my body to respond. The tingle gets tighter, spreading up through my arms and over my trunk where Logan’s fingertips stir my nipples.

“Trent.” Releasing my grip on his ass, I drag my hands up thebunched muscles of his back. He’s solid and hard as his body expands and contracts against mine.

This feels different from what I expected. More raw, more intense, and I can’t figure out if it’s the thrill of not waiting for some preacher to say it’s okay. Or maybe it’s the forbidden thrill of Logan being part of it.

Maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe I don’t care at all as the first wave of orgasm hits with the force of a hurricane.

“Oh, God!” I squeeze my eyes shut and cry out, clenching my thighs around Trent.

He rears back and drives in again, pounding me harder and faster. I scream out my pleasure, riding each wave with the sway of his thrusts, the heat of his skin, the warm, gentle tug of his mouth against mine.

I open my eyes just in time to watch Trent come apart in my arms.

“Fuck!” He slams into me hard, breaking our kiss without breaking eye contact. We’re coming together, fused in this moment, this magic, this spellbinding series of spasms that go on forever.

With my legs locked around him, Trent pulses and twitches inside me. He lets out a roar that I feel in my soul, slamming himself deep inside me.

We drift down together, dopey and drugged from the world’s biggest dopamine hit. He nuzzles my neck where my skin is still damp from Logan’s kisses.

“Oh my God.” I wait for the fierce waves of guilt. For some inner voice scolding me, reminding me just how badly I’ve botched this virginity thing.

But joy bubbles out of me, erupting in giggles. I laugh from the depths of my belly as my palms drag Trent’s still-heaving back. I’m breathless and gasping as he slides himself out of me, searching my face with confusion.

“Sara?” Searching my face, he slides his hands into my hair. “Are you okay? What’s funny?”

“Not funny,” I manage between wheezes of laughter. “Just—I’m so happy.” And okay, it’s a little bit funny. “I spent twenty-three years clinging to my chastity like the keys to a castle, and we just lit the whole damn kingdom on fire.” I’m not making sense now, am I? “Holy fuck, that was amazing.”

A slow smile spreads over his face. Trent kisses me softly, hands moving over my body. “I thought it would be weird,” he says between kisses. “Like—that was pretty much the opposite of what we agreed on.”

“I know.” Maybe that’s what made it so good. “It wasn’t just the sex part. It’s the thrill of thumbing our noses at how we’ve been told it should be.”

No white satin sheets or sharp sting of pain. No shame or fear or anything else besides pleasure. Licking my lips, I giggle again. “It felt good to be bad.”

Trent laughs and steps back, getting rid of the condom. “Yeah. It did.”

I’m blissfully dazed as he goes to the bathroom and gets me a damp, warm cloth. He helps me clean up, murmuring sweet words as he makes sure I find all my clothes. Makes sure I’m not sore or ashamed.

I’m none of those things. Just delightfully, overwhelminglythrilled.

Why did I wait so long?

I’m dimly aware of Logan moving behind me, shifting away from the table. Turning to face him, I watch as he pulls on his shirt.

“I’ll leave you guys to it,” he says as his head pops through the neck hole. “Congratulations, Sara. You’re absolutely magnificent and I’m glad I got to be part of that.”

“I—” Snapping my mouth shut, I swallow the urge to argue. Iknow I should savor these moments alone with Trent, but this doesn’t feel right.

Stealing a quick glance at Trent, I’m surprised by the look on his face. By the way he stands sweaty and rumpled, his lethally toned muscles bunched and flexing. There’s a dazed sorta glow in those golden eyes. An expression I’ve never seen before.

It’s the first time I’ve seen Trent look truly unsure.

“Stay,” he says softly to Logan, shifting his gaze back to mine. “If that’s what Sara wants, I mean.”

My heart rate picks up and a quick pulse of longing squeezes my center. WhatdoI want?

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