Page 55 of Celebrity Dirt

“If you won’t put a stop to all this nonsense, I’ll show you exactly what’s real.” He drives into me, and there’s nothing fake about the way my body melts around him. He pulls out, then powers back in. “Tell me this doesn’t feel real to you.” In and out, each time, with more endurance and intent. “Tell me you think I’m faking it when I fuck you like this. Tell me your greedy little cunt is pretending it doesn’t love when I fill you, fuck you, own you.” I shake my head, fighting him. “Fucking admit it. That you feel the same thing I feel.”

“I can’t,” I cry out in pleasure.

He becomes ruthless with each thrust, breaking down my walls. “Be mad at me. Hate me for lying to you, but don’t deny what this is.” He grabs my face and slams his lips to mine. Every nerve-ending in body detonates, and I tremble beneath him as my orgasm takes flight. He swallows my moan, taking me until I go limp under him.

Logan grunts, losing himself in his own powerful orgasm. I can’t catch my breath. He collapses on top of me, and our hearts beat furiously against one another.

“I’m not sure it’s healthy how fast my heart is beating. Can someone have a heart attack having sex?” I’m out of shape.

Logan’s lips graze across my shoulder. “You’re not having a heart attack.”

“Are you sure? I’m dizzy and can’t feel my toes. I read somewhere that tingling is a sign of a heart attack. I’m nowhere close to the age bracket but never say never. I read once that a—”

“Addy.” Logan leans up to stare at me.

“Yeah?”

“That’s your body telling you something really fucking good just happened.” Ugh, I know it is. I’m just too afraid to admit it. What happens once I confess he’s owned this part of me from the first moment I locked eyes with him at the gala?

He rolls off me and rests his back against the mattress. I snuggle up to him, my head resting on his chest. A short amount of time passes before I break the silence. “Logan?”

“Yeah?”

“We need to talk. I have some questions and feel you owe it to me to answer. I need to know who you are. Not the person you’ve been leading me to believe you are.”

“Fair enough.”

I’m surprised yet thankful he doesn’t give me any pushback. Therefore, I continue. “How old are you? Are you really from Ohio?”

He brushes the hair away from my face. “I’m thirty-two. And I’m really from Ohio. All that shit I told you before was true.”

“And when you said you went off the grid, where did you go?”

“I went into the military. I was in for a while. When I got out, I joined the police academy. It wasn’t thrilling enough, so I went back into extensive training until I landed a spot in the DEA. In those years, I saw a lot of messed up shit and was sick of it. Wanted to make a difference. Help reduce the illegal drug flow, violence, everything, so I applied to be a special agent in the Crimes Unit and have been there ever since.”

“Have you always been undercover?”

“No. I worked as a detective back in Ohio. Did high crimes for some time. Vincent Leoni was my first major undercover—and probably my last.”

I sit up to face him. “Why your last?”

He smiles. “Well, for starters, it’s frowned upon to begin a relationship on the job.” My mouth drops. “Why do you look so shocked? I thought we just established where we stood. Or do you need me to show you again?”

“Why did you risk your job?”

He waits a few beats before answering. “Because I couldn’t stop what was happening. The way you spoke to me in line at the gala, it sparked this little fire inside me. I wanted more of your lip. I’d planned on figuring out who you were once I was done with my job, but then you turned out to be the job. I was pissed. Maybe more at myself because I’d let something slip. I didn’t know if you were a decoy. A set up. When I followed you to the bar, I was set on getting the truth out of you before anyone figured out Francesca had outsmarted us. But then you caved and spilled all your secrets. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt such a pull to someone. Just touching you sent an electric charge through my veins. I should never have said what I said to Chino, but I knew I couldn’t let you walk away either.”

Okay, that confession makes losing my story, possibly my job, being attached to the mob, and a target for Chicago’s biggest kingpin a lot more worth it. I reach up and press my lips to his. He accepts, pulling me up his chest, then flips us so my back now rests against the bed.

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