Page 55 of Unaware

He returned my growl and hauled me up from the table and turned me around. He lifted one of my legs onto the table and pushed back into me. I braced myself again, loving every second of him being rough with me.

I glanced back at him and again, he captured my gaze as he fucked me deliciously, an unforgiving glint in his eyes.

I felt myself peaking, my body on the precipice ready to tumble over. Logan was puffing in a way that I knew he was close, too. He bunched my hair into his fist and tugged.

And I came.

I came until I didn’t think I could come anymore, but then he changed his angle enough to hit a spot inside me that had me coming again. My body trembled uncontrollably, my legs going weak.

Then it was Logan’s turn. He gripped my face in his hand and held me there, making sure I watched as he stiffened and then came undone. “Fuck, Aria!”

I trembled again as I accepted everything he had.

He kissed me gently. “I’ve missed you, too, baby.”

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“Want some tea or coffee? There’s leftover danishes from breakfast.” Now that my mind was cleared after our crazed fucking, I was beginning to feel nervousness replace the fog left from my orgasm.

Logan pulled his shirt back on and smirked at me. “Are you trying to distract yourself?”

“From what?” I asked innocently.

“It doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t even be here,” Logan said with a shake of his head.

Annoyance spiked through me. “Why not?” When he said nothing, I planted my hands on my hips. “Have you changed your mind about me? Because I’m not as skinny and pretty as those girls from the club?”

“What? Jesus Christ, Aria, they’ve got nothing on you!”

“Yeah, as in no cellulite,” I grumbled. I thought twice about the danishes and set the container aside.

Logan marched around the island bench and tugged me to him. His hands wandered down to my bum and he squeezed my cheeks. “Stop putting yourself down. I fucking love every inch of your body, cellulite and all. I loveyou. That hasn’t changed.”

“What has?”

Logan pressed his lips into a thin line. “Unfortunately, I can’t talk about it.”

“Does it have to do with your work with Cole Security?” It was a bold question, one I knew he probably couldn’t answer.

“Aria. I can’t talk about it,” he said slowly and forcefully.

Case in point.

“Fine,” I grumped with a roll of my eyes.

Logan shook out his pants and stepped into them. “I should get going.”

“So, you really did come here for a quick shag, huh?”

“No,” he gritted his teeth, “I wanted to check up on you, see how you’re doing. I see you got a dog.” He indicated Mama.

“She’s not mine, I’m fostering her.”

“Oh.” He didn’t look like he believed me. “With the option of adopting her, right?”

“If you want to find out more, sit down, drink some tea, and shoot the shit with me,” I huffed.

Logan didn’t seem so sure about my suggestion, but he relented. “Make it coffee and we have a deal.”

I made him a cup of the bitter brew and we settled down at the table together.

Logan lifted the cup towards his lips. “Tell me more about the dog.”

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