Page 70 of One Night in Paris

When Logan had finally had his fill of me, he stood, wiping his mouth with his hand. Leaning up on my elbows, I moved toward him, our mouths colliding in a kiss that tasted very much like my scent. Deepening the kiss, Logan pressed between my legs, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against my sensitive, swollen clit, making me moan into his mouth. The man needed to be naked—now.

Reaching for his waist, I began to unbutton his jeans, but he was faster and able to get them unfastened in a few seconds. Without bothering to unbutton more than one or two buttons of his shirt, he pulled that off over his head and let his briefs fall to the floor to join his discarded jeans.

His massive dick stood at the ready. While he reached over to grab a condom, I wrapped my fist around the base, pulling him toward me as I opened my mouth wide. My lips wrapped around my teeth, and I teased the tip with my tongue, smiling in satisfaction when Logan began to moan. His approval egged me on so that I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, burying his head in the back of my throat as I began to slurp and suck, my tongue swirling around him. Salty liquid stung the back of my throat, telling me he was enjoying himself. With myfree hand, I cupped his balls, stroking them in a teasing manner, which also had him grunting with satisfaction. Logan tangled his fingers through my hair to press me forward until I had almost his entire cock in my throat.

Taking him almost to his breaking point, I stayed there for a long time, doing my best to make him feel as good as I always felt when he was between my legs. But the ache inside me only continued to grow, so before he could completely lose control, I pulled back, smiling up at him with a satisfied grin. He returned a smile while ripping open that much needed foil packet and rolling on the condom.

His mouth dove down to kiss me deeply while he unhooked my bra, the last scrap of fabric between us. Tossing it away, he caressed my breasts, taking his time, teasing my nipples into hardened peaks while he explored my mouth.

My hands wrapped around his hips, I tugged him toward me while scooting in his direction, desperately wanting him inside me. Still standing, he entered me, plunging in deep but gently, not in any hurry. Logan lifted my hips off the bed so that he was hitting me in the perfect angle. Immediately, I felt myself begin to tighten around him. My mind grew hazy with each thrust of his hips.

“God, baby,” he moaned. “You feel so good.”

Unable to formulate words, all I could do was squeal in response, which made him chuckle. His hands continued to roam my body, and when he sensed I was close to breaking again, he found my clit with his thumb and sent me right over the edge. Clawing at the bedding, I tried to keep some form of control, but I couldn’t. The world came unraveled, and all I could think about was Logan and how incredible my body felt.

After keeping me there for so long I’d lost track of time, Logan pulled out. Lying down on the bed next to me, he pulled me on top of him. Gladly, I obliged, taking him in as I sankdown, enjoying the feel of having him back inside me for a moment before I began to move my hips.

With my eyes opened, I ran my hand along his cheek, trailing kisses down the side of his face, across his ear, nipping at his earlobe, before making my way down his neck. He kissed me back, finding my temple, my chin, whatever he could reach. Pressing down with my hips, I kept the pace nice and slow, as if we were trying to physically meld into one another.

Logan’s fingers traveled across my breasts, down my ribcage, to my waist, before settling on my hips. Every place he touched me burned with his warmth. Locking eyes, we smiled at one another. Joy filled my heart at knowing we were together again. This time, I wouldn’t walk away from him—never again—no matter what.

Logan’s eyelids flickered a few times before he closed them completely. His chin came up and his head fell back. I felt him tighten up beneath my legs and knew he was close. Squeezing my muscles around him, I slid up and down a few more times until his grip on my hips tightened, and he began to grunt, his body convulsing a few times. Then, he stilled, a satisfied smile on his face.

Swinging my leg off him, I snuggled into his side, listening to the thumping of his heart beneath my ear. His arm around me, I tossed a leg over his, wrapping him up in my love.

That was how I felt about him, too. Hearing him say that he loved me earlier had been an unbelievable moment for me. I knew that he cared about me. That had been evident in everything he’d said and done since the moment he’d asked me on our first date. But to know that he actually loved me—I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

Expressing myself to anyone had always been difficult when it came to my feelings, but telling a man I loved him seemed impossible. Likely due to my dad leaving me, I had issues withmen abandoning me. Letting them know how much I cared about them always seemed like a really bad idea.

But this was different. With Logan’s arms wrapped around me, I knew I was safe. He’d fought for me when I’d given up on him. How could I possibly deny him the happiness of knowing how it felt to be loved?

“Logan?” I whispered, running my hand along his chest.

“Yeah, baby?” Not opening his eyes, he tilted his head only slightly in my direction, still overwhelmed.

“Uhm… I love you, too.” Taking a deep breath, I watched his face, waiting for him to react.

He didn’t. For several seconds, he didn’t move at all. Not even the fluttering of an eyelash. I began to wonder if maybe I’d misunderstood earlier, and he wasn’t telling me he loved me. But then, there’d been the article in the magazine, his confession to the world that he was falling in love with me, so surely—

Logan’s mouth was on mine, his kiss soft and sweet. The taste of salt mingled with his cinnamon flavor, and I realized I was crying. Tears of joy trickled down my cheeks.

When he finally released me, he said, “Harper, that’s the most amazing thing anyone has ever said to me. I love you so much, and I’m eager to see where this life takes us. We’re unstoppable as long as we’re together.”

Smiling at his enthusiasm, I kissed him back, letting my mouth linger on his. Knowing that I would have the chance to kiss him a thousand times made my heart sing.

But there was one problem. Ending the kiss, I said, “Logan, I don’t want people to think I’m a gold-digger.”

He arched an eyebrow at me. “Why would anyone think that when you’re the hardest worker I know?”

“But that’s just the thing. I’m a waitress again. At Carmine’s.” My mind went back to the horror of working for Dotty again. “Doyou think there’s any way I could have my old job back? I’d love to be able to earn a living on my own.”

“Oh, I’m afraid I’ve already filled that position.” Logan grimaced, slowly shaking his head.

My heart fell, but I had to accept the fact that he’d needed an assistant, and I’d quit. “Oh, okay.”

“Yeah, this guy isn’t as good as you, but I can’t just fire him.”

“I understand. Maybe I can find something else in an office somewhere.”

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