Page 41 of Celebrity Dirt

I lift my head. “I’m sorry about your parents.”

“Don’t be. It was a long time ago.”

“Where did you go when you went off-grid?”

“It doesn’t matter. My turn. If you could run away and live in peace, away from all the chaos, where would you go?”

I smack his chest. “You’re dodging my question.”

“That I am. Answer me.” He digs his fingers into my ribs, and I squirm.

“Okay! Okay. My parents were huge humanitarians. They were gone a lot on mission trips. When I was about twelve, they traveled to this small, remote island in Hawaii. There had been a hurricane that tore through the small community. I was shipped off to my grandparents just like every other time. God, I was so mad at them. I wanted to go. Anyway, when they returned, they showed me all the work they did. The friends they made. The lives they saved. Seeing so much devastation tore at my heart. These people’s entire lives had been destroyed. But beyond the wreckage was beauty I never knew existed. The clearest oceans, sand that looked like it felt like silk under your toes. And the smiling faces. After everything these people lost, there was one thing they all still held on to. Hope—sorry I’m babbling. You probably just wanted the short answer. It would be a small island of Kahoolawe in Hawaii.”

Feeling I’ve shared too much, I move on. “Okay, how about, what did you want to be when you grew up? I’m sure it wasn’t a drug smuggler. Before Vincent got his hands on you, what did you want to do with your life?”

He’s slow and hesitant to answer. “Be a cop.”

That answer surprises me. There’s torment in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything else. “Why didn’t you ever pursue it—”

A mousy squeal escapes up my throat when Logan flips me. “Are you always this damn inquisitive in the morning?” His mouth covers mine, stealing my reply. Like every other time, his kiss ignites a tornado of butterflies inside my belly. I savor the way he feels draped over me, his body pressed against mine. My skin tingles with desire. I deepen our kiss, the spark inside me beginning to flare into a slow burn.

I put pressure on him to ease up, and slowly maneuver myself so I’m straddling him, taking the lead. “I am always this mouthy.” I lean forward, pressing my lips to his bare chest. “But if you want to shut me up, I have an idea.”

“Oh yeah?” His hands caress my thighs. “What’s that?” I raise my head, catching his curious stare. His eyes fog over the second he understands what I’m hinting at. I slide down his body until my hands latch around his boxer briefs, freeing his already hard cock. “Addy, you don’t—Jesus.” I wrap my hand around his thick length and take one slow stroke down his shaft. My heart is racing, but it’s because I’m insanely turned on. I’ve never done this before, and right now, I want nothing more than to taste him in my mouth. “Addy,” he moans my name in warning.

“I didn’t figure you for a prude, Justice.”

His hand thrusts in my hair and he tightens his grip. I love his aggressive side. My sex throbs for him, creating a pool of wetness between my thighs. I lower my mouth and suck on his tip. My tongue dances around him until I’ve succeeded in working up a low growl from him. I wet my lips and open wide, taking him deep into my mouth.

“Fuck, Addy.”

His gravelly voice is like gasoline, stoking the fire inside me. I lick up and down, my hand working just as vigorously. His grip on my hair sets my core ablaze, and I moan around him, bobbing faster, sucking, licking. My thighs drip with my own arousal. “Yeah, baby. Fuck…” He pushes down on my head, forcing me deeper until he’s thrusting into the back of my throat. My eyes water, but God do I love every second of this. I relax my jaw and allow him to take control as he aggressively fucks my mouth. “Shit, Addy, I’m gonna come,” he warns me, but it only entices me more. I suck harder, stroke faster. His thighs ram up before he expands in my mouth, his hot cum running down my throat.

I suck him clean, then lift up to sit on my knees. There’s no way to explain the rush of being so wild and free, having him in my mouth and him succumbing to me. I run my fingers along my lips. “Wow, that was…not enough to keep me that quiet. So, where were we? You were going to tell me why you never—ahhh!” I’m captured by his huge hands and tossed around, my wild hair whipping around my head as I hit the mattress.

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