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My heartbeat triples.Oh, God. I want that.

“Can I?”

I give a jerky nod because the ability to speak has completely left me.

Slowly, Logan slides down the length of my body on the bed, head hovering over my crotch for so long, I’m ready to beg him when he suddenly dips his chin and his tongue sweeps up my shaft.

I suck in a breath, gooseflesh erupting all over my body. I’ve gotten blown plenty of times by women, and you would think it would feel much the same when a man does it, but, somehow, when Logan wraps his lips around my cock, fireworks go off and it’s all I can do not to come then and there. His big palm feels amazing wrapped around the root, and his mouth is hot and greedy, taking me all the way to the back of his throat over and over again. Soon, I’m thrusting my hips, and, although Logan gags a little, he perseveres, tears forming in his eyes until he’s forced to withdraw to take a breath only to surge back and take me to the limit again. Even my long-time girlfriend in high school, who claimed to love giving me head, never got into it this much. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back, giving myself over to sensation, the messy noises Logan’s making while he swallows my cock ramping up my already red hot desire.

After a few rapturous moments where I alternate between holding my breath and gasping for air, I arch my back, managing a garbled, “I’m close.”

Logan doesn’t withdraw, and I erupt, eyes popping open to watch him swallow every drop while champagne bubbles erupt in my bloodstream.

“Wow,” he says hoarsely when he finally sits up. “You were so far down my throat I didn’t even taste that.”

Sure I’m cross-eyed from that enormous release, I can only nod. “How can you be so good at that?” I ask after a moment.

Logan chuckles throatily. “I don’t know. I just know I wanted to do it, and I enjoyed it.” When I turn to look at him, he’s on his back, hand slowly working his hard length.

“Really?”

Logan’s hand moves rhythmically, the red tip of his cock peeking out from his fist between strokes. “I loved giving youhead,” he says with a catch in his voice that stirs both my sated cock and my heart.

Reaching for him, I replace his hand with mine, stroking him faster and faster, watching his eyes deepen to a stormy blue, thinking how odd yet howrightit feels to touch him this way, until his long lashes flutter and he lets out a long, throaty moan, spilling over my fingers.

CHAPTER TEN

Logan

I admit, when I was stretched out between West’s long legs, his stiff cock and heavy balls only inches from my lips, I experienced a brief moment of panic. What if I didn’t enjoy giving him head? But I told myself this was West—my best friend—and if I had to back down, everything would be okay.

Turns out, all my worry was for nothing because I loved the feel of him on my tongue, stretching my mouth to the limit, his taste somehow familiar and soothing. The more excited he became, the harder I got. Now, I can’t get the experience out of my head. As the rest of the day unravels, I find my thoughts coming back to that moment again and again, recalling small details like how the soft, hairless skin between West’s thighs felt against my fingertips and the way his voice broke when he came with my name on his lips.

“What the hell are you thinking about, Logan? You have the weirdest fucking look on your face.” Like a needle scraping vinyl, Sean’s voice jerks me back to the present moment to find fifteen faces turned to me around the long dining room table.

“Er, nothing.” Sitting up straighter in my chair, I grip the fork in my hand and concentrate on eating my pork chops and mashed potatoes. Underneath the table, Jase bumps my knee with his, but I don’t dare look at him. Or at West.

Colt,bless him, clears his throat and starts talking about how great the waves were the last time he surfed, and I do my best to listen and not let my mind wander again.

“You guys remember me telling you Slade hired someone new?” Jase asks as we finish eating.

“Some kind of tech whiz, right?” Mal asks.

“Thank fuck. We can always use one of those,” Andi says. “Sean’s the closest thing we’ve got, and that’s not very close.”

“Better than you,” Sean retorts, earning himself a grin. Andi’s arms bulge with muscles as she scrapes her plate of the last bits of food. Beside her, Seo-jun winces at the sound.

“What do you know about him? Other than the techy part, that is,” he asks.

“His name’s Dexter Price, he’s twenty-eight and, up until now, lived in New York where he worked network security for a law firm. I don’t know much else. Slade’s faxing over his dossier later, though, because Price’ll be here tonight.”

“Tonight?” I ask.

Kasey looks at her watch. “Shit, I’d better get going to the airport. I don’t want the guy standing around with no one to meet him.” She gets up from the table and carries her plate to the kitchen. A moment later, I hear the front door closing.

“Slade’s had his eye on Price for a while and snapped him up as soon as he was free,” Jase says, explaining the abrupt hire to the rest of us. “From what I’ve heard, he sounds like a good fit. Although never trained in security, he’s a mountain-climbing enthusiast and very fit. And like I said before, he’s ace with computers. We’ll just have to train him.”

It’s Mal’s and my turn to help with the dishes, so I begin clearing it as the others continue talking.

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