Page 68 of Bad Love

I haven’t even seen his dick, and I haven’t wanted to see one since that curious high schoolphase.

I want to seehis.

I want to learn it with my eyes, to graze it with myfingers.

I want to kiss it. To suck it. To know how it tastes and to hear what sounds he makes the moment I findout.

I moan against his mouth, pressing my center againsthim.

There’s a flinty understanding that's more than skin deep as Hunter cups my breasts as if I’m all he needs, playing with my nipples until they're hard asglass.

"Didn't know random acts of feminism were the way to your heart, Peach," Hunter rasps into my neck as his touch moves up mybody.

"That's not my heart,Hunter."

His appreciative chuckle lights me up. All I want is to show him how much I wanthim.

The daughter, the mother, the professional… all of them want to be here, over him, under him, and see what we can maketogether.

Hunter runs a finger from my navel to my hip, trailing between my thighs. I bite my tongue, but the gasp slips out anyway. His touch inches closer,slowing.

Too slow,I want toscream.

His smug mouth tugs up as if he knows. When his fingers slip under my panties and he groans at what he finds, I go from out of control todelirious.

"Fuck, you're sweet," he murmurs. I imagine I hear the click of that barbell, as if his tongue's as thick as hiscock.

Each line he paints down my wet slit, each circle of his thumb, has my bodyclenching.

I've never been touched like this. Not byanyone.

"I'm gonna taste you," he promises. "See if you're like peacheseverywhere."

I want himto.

I’m lost in the feel of his hard body leaping beneath my hands. I reach for his pants, desperate, and work down the zipper. My breathing stops as I part the fabric and reach for him, too needy to be self-conscious.

What.

The.

My fingers close around him, and I pull himout.

He's hard and thick, and judging from the bead of liquid at his tip, he’s ready for so much more than my shakinghands.

But not every beautiful thing in the world is meant to fit inside a woman’s body, and for a moment, I doubtmyself.

Logan doesn’t notice. He shifts up, and we manage to get a condom out of hiswallet.

Once he's covered, he adjusts my hips overhim.

I’m about to ask him to go slow when I realize my panties are still on. I reach for them, but he stopsme.

"Leave them." I hear the smile in his voice. "I like the idea that I can't wait to get you naked to fuckyou."

My gaze jerks to his, floored by the word “fuck” from his lips. "Even if it's nottrue?"

When I feel him brush between my thighs, I still. Not fingers.Bigger.

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