Page 65 of The Star

“Carson,” she growls, making me laugh and walk through her door frame.

She heads to the bar on her bare feet, puts the glass down, and spins around to face me. “Okay, there’s another reason I needed you to come over here, and please don’t overthink it or imagine it means something it doesn’t.”

I raise my eyebrows, taking a step toward her. “Okay?”

She spins again, turning her back to me. “I can’t get the zipper on my dress.”

“Logan,” I groan, stopping in my tracks.

She laughs. “I told you not to overthink it! Just get over here and unzip my fucking dress, Carson.”

I lean my head back, sighing through my lips, but then stalk across the room to reach her. I find the zipper right at the top of the fabric and slowly pull it down, exposing her skin inch by torturous inch.

When I get to the top of her ass, I stop, knowing that if I see her in her panties right now, I’ll spread her out on top of her bed and feast on her like a fucking meal.

“Carson,” she says, “all the way, please.”

I groan, my fingers tightening on the metal of the zipper, then I pull it down and expose the black, lacy material covering her ass, or rather, hugging her ass.

“Jesus,” I breathe, letting go of the zipper and taking a step back.

She spins around, holding the dress to her front so it doesn’t fall off. She gives me a smile. “Thank you.”

“Let go,” I groan, the taste of begging sour on my tongue, but fuck, I don’t care. I’d beg Logan Briar any day of my fucking life.

She thinks about it for a second, but then presses the material tighter to her chest. “No.”

I step forward again, my mouth pulling into a tiny smirk. “C’mon.”

She shakes her head, even as her mouth drops open and she starts breathing heavy. Once I reach her, there’s no stopping me, I slip my hands under the loose fabric on her arms and start to pull it down. She loosens her grip a bit, the dress sliding to her waist and revealing the black bra she has on underneath.

Her head falls back an inch as I slither my hands inside the dress at her waist and push it over her hips, letting it drop to the floor.

I’m lucky I don’t come in my pants from what is revealed the moment the dress is no longer on her body. She’s in the lacy, black lingerie with matching garters that I snuck into her bathroom this morning, making my cock turn to stone in my sweatpants.

She’s my perfect wet dream come to life, standing before me panting as I run my eyes all over her body from a few inches away. Once our gazes lock, I reach forward and grab her by the waist, pressing my fingertips against her skin as I pull her into me.

“Carson,” she groans when my mouth falls to the skin of her neck. “We said we wouldn’t do this anymore.”

I suck on her skin, kissing down her throat and into her cleavage. “We aren’t doing anything.”

I bite at the flesh of her tits, eager to taste every inch of her.

Running my hands up her sides, I slip them under the cups of her bra and pull it down so I can suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She moans when I press into the rosy bud with my teeth, threading her hands into my hair as I continue playing with her nipple with my mouth.

“Oh, God.” Her head falls to her shoulder, her back hitting the bar as she lets herself succumb to her pleasure. Pulling my face free from her breast, I slip my hands under her ass and lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I turn and walk across the room, laying her down on the perfectly made bed in the center, climbing on top of her and putting my lips to hers.

She slips her tongue into my mouth the second we touch, spreading her legs so I can settle between them and arching into me so she can rub her clit against my erection.

I groan, slipping my hands into her hair to control her head as I kiss her, showing her with my tongue exactly what I want to do between her legs.

She pulls back, moaning my name against my lips as her hips gyrate against me to gain friction.

I smirk, kissing down her throat again before I lean back slightly to look at her. She groans from the sudden lack of pressure between her legs, but when she sees the hungry look in my eyes, she drops her legs open and runs her hands along my forearms.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Logan, you know that?”

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