“Were you jealous, Love?” Logan’s mouth is just far enough away that our lips aren’t touching.
“Yes.” The word is nearly a whisper as it comes out of my mouth.
“Why? You know we never were really together.”
“I know. But I heard her talking outside…and she said she wanted you.”
Logan lets out a groan at my admission. “And how did that make you feel?”
I take in a breath. “Jealous. Possessive.”
“Is that so?”
I bite my lip as I grab the lapels of his jacket. “I wanted to tell her that you’re mine.”
“Fuck…” Logan smashes his lips into mine again, taking whatever he wants, before he suddenly pulls back. “Say it again.”
His eyes are on fire. I feel his cock twitching against me. My breathing is heavy, and my body is heating.
And I don’t even hesitate.
“You’re mine, Logan Matthews.”
guide to love rule #148
Sometimes you want to be the dirty talker. Sometimes you want to be the dirty talkee. It’s called balance.
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maeve
I’ve beenin Logan’s bedroom more than a dozen times over the past month. I know every inch of it, from the feel of the carpet to how many steps it takes to get from the bed to the dresser. I know without looking that the far-left switch is the one that turns on the main lights and that the room is lit perfectly with just the LED headboard that’s currently giving off a soft white light.
And yes, I know the thread count of his sheets and reluctantly picked the color since he wouldn’t tell me what he wanted.
Yet as I walk into his room and hear the click of the door behind me, it’s like I’m walking in here for the very first time.
“Finally,” Logan sighs as he starts to kiss the slope of my neck. After we left the office, we tried as hard as we could to sneak upstairs and perform a proper Irish goodbye. But that was easier said than done.
Hence why, two hours later, we’re finally here.
But the word “finally” is now hitting me with its double meaning. Finally Logan and I are going to be together. No more waiting. No more taking it slow. And yes, I know we’ve beentogether before, but this is different. Then we were two strangers who were going to have one night of fun.
Tonight is not that. Tonight is the first night of what is likely many to come. Tonight has meaning. Tonight is the beginning of a new chapter.
And while I’m a little nervous—what woman wouldn’t be?—I’m also excited. Energized. I feel like the woman I used to be, but in a new and improved way.
And I must say, I like this version of me. I like her a lot.
“Breathe,” Logan whispers, his hands on my shoulders. “You’re in control, Maeve. What doyouwant?”
My pussy clenches at those four little words.
What do you want?
What do I want? I want him. I want to feel his hands and lips on me. I want him to make me come so hard that the remaining party stragglers hear what we’re doing.
Those are just the few things off the top of my head. But then it hits me: Have I ever been asked that question before? I don’t think I have.
