LOGAN

Kayla has completely taken over my self-control. I have zero willpower left and the only thing I want to do is strip her down and taste every inch of her.

Stalking toward her, I lift her up and cover her mouth with mine. I pin her against the door with my hips as she wraps her legs around my waist and I devour her lips. So soft, yet eager. A whimper escapes her throat, driving hunger and desire right through me. My cock presses against my jeans and the harder it gets, the harder it becomes to restrain myself.

Swinging us around, I walk us to the bed and lay her down. She smiles up at me as I pull my shirt up over my head and toss it to the floor.

“You should always not be wearing a shirt,” she teases, admiring the view.

“I’m sure that’d be a real bonus for my partner during stakeouts.” I smirk.

She laughs and blushes at the same time. I can tell she’s nervous, but not in an uncertain kind of way. She wants this as badly as I do.

I crawl down her body and pull up her dress until her stomach and panties are exposed.

“Did you wear these for me?” I ask, plucking the thin string.

She moans at the way I slide my finger over the fabric and rub her clit.

“Answer me, Angel,” I growl, adding more pressure.

“I wore them for you,” she finally confesses. “In hopes you’d be the one taking them off.”

“Fuck,” I groan. I can already tell she’s going to kill me. She’s not shy in the bedroom, and I’m only getting started. “I can feel how wet you are, and I’ve barely touched you. Are you always this ready?”

“Usually,” she admits. “Whenever I think of you. Or touch myself thinking about you.”

I look up and make eye contact with her, smiling.

“Or donuts,” she adds with a smirk.

“I should’ve known you’d like food in the bedroom. You’re a kinky vixen, aren’t you?” I circle her clit faster, waiting for her to reply except her lips are quivering and her eyes have rolled to the back of her head as she fists the sheets. “Thought so.” I smile, knowing I’m the one making her respond like this.

And I haven’t even put my mouth on her yet.

I spread her legs and pull her panties to the side. I slip a finger inside and feel her tighten around me instantly. She arches her hips, eager to feel me inside deeper. I add a second finger and watch as she jerks her hips faster. I fucking love the way she’s responding, and as much as I’ve tried holding out to taste her, I don’t think I can any longer.

Pushing her legs back together, I loop a finger around her panties and slide them down her legs. I make extra effort in tossing them over my shoulder.

“You won’t be needing these for a while,” I tell her. “Or this.” I pull her up so I can take her dress off. She looks fucking amazing right now, and I take an extra moment just to admire how breathtaking she is.

“So fucking gorgeous, Kayla. Inside and out,” I mutter, pressing her lips to mine before making my way down her body once again. Eager to taste her, I don’t waste any more time and sink my mouth down on her.

I push her knees back, diving my tongue inside her as deep as I can. She shivers and shakes against my mouth, and I love every second of it. She tastes so good, better than I could’ve ever imagined.

“Fuck, Angel. You taste so goddamn incredible.” I lick my lips and slide two fingers back inside her, making sure to keep her worked up. She’s so tight and wet, I know she’s not too far from coming.

Kayla arches her back, forcing my tongue and fingers deeper inside her. Within moments, she’s shaking uncontrollably and screaming out in bursts of inaudible sounds. I don’t slow down though. I make sure to keep going until she begs me to stop.

“Fuck, Logan...” she pants, squeezing her hands around my arms. “I-I can’t... oh my God...”

I love hearing her at a loss for words on my account. My cock is dying to be inside her, but not just yet. I plan to take my time with her and have my way with her as much as possible. Kayla Sinclair isn’t a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of girl.

She’s the forever kind of girl.

She tries clenching her thighs together, but I don’t allow it. Pinning them down with my palms, I dive back in between them and lick up her release, moaning over the incredible way she tastes when she comes.

“I don’t think I can quit you now,” I confess between sliding my tongue in and out of her. “You taste too fucking good. Now I’m going to want it for breakfast, lunch, dinner and in between.”

“I don’t know that I’ll be able to walk after that,” she teases right back, still holding onto me for support. Her fingers wrap securely around my biceps as I keep her pinned to the bed.

“Fine with me. I’m happy keeping you right here.” I smile against her swollen pussy. “In fact, I plan to keep you indefinitely.”

She smiles briefly, but it quickly fades once I rotate my fingers back inside her and her head falls back on the bed. I speed up my pace and finger fuck her hard and fast until she’s clenching around me again and screaming out my name.

Unable to control the urge to taste the rest of her any longer, I kiss along her stomach and make my way up to her breasts. I pull her bra down and sink my teeth against her taut nipple. She grinds her hips against my erection, letting me know how needy and ready she is—although I already knew that from the beginning.

I wrap my arms around her and unclasp her bra. She helps by detangling it from her arms and throws it to the floor.

“Fuck,” I groan, adjusting my crotch as I look down at her. I palm her breasts in both hands and squeeze as I bend down and cover her mouth with mine. She moans in delight as she tastes herself on my lips. 

Wrapping a hand around her neck, I hold her close to me as I devour her mouth and tongue. Everything about her tastes and feels so damn right. I clench my fingers around her breast again and she releases a loud moan in response.

“You like that, don’t you? Your breasts grabbed hard,” I inquire, noticing the way she reacts when I get rough with them.

“I do,” she tells me. “A lot, actually.”

Fuck.

I have a feeling Kayla Sinclair is going to test my restraint on a lot of things. Fucking her senseless right now is one of those things.

“So how rough are we talking? Since Courtney knows the details, I feel I should, too.” I smirk against her lips.

“Nice try, Detective. You’re going to have to find that out for yourself,” she says matter-of-factly, biting on her lower lip.

“You’re seriously testing my willpower,” I groan, moving my lips down her jaw and neck. “I don’t want to go too far, Kayla. You need to tell me.”

I’ve never had the urge to be rough with someone like I do Kayla, but I need to know her boundaries. I won’t push them without her permission.

“You want specifics?” she asks, tilting her neck so I can kiss her.

“Yes.” I grind my hips into her, knowing she’ll feel how hard and eager I am. “Tell me.”

“As long as you don’t scream out another girl’s name and eat Cinnamon Red Hots before going down on me, I won’t complain.” She laughs immediately after against my lips and I tilt my head, trying to read her.

“Are you serious?” I arch a brow, wondering what idiot would do those things.

“I’ve had a few bad dates, okay? I could probably write a book about it. It’d be called How Not to Date in the 21st Century.”

I chuckle, biting my lip to stifle the sound but she catches me. “Don’t laugh!” She giggles. “It burned down there for hours afterward.”

“Oh my God.” I shake my head in defeat. “I can say without a doubt, I would never do any of those ridiculous things, okay? Now if you tell me to lather you up in hot wax, you’re going to need to talk me through that one.”

Her head falls back with laughter and it’s so damn sweet. Nothing has ever felt more right or perfect than it does right now with her. I want more than just sex. Deep down, I always did but never had the courage to allow myself. I was scared to let anyone in after what’s happened in the past, but I won’t be dumb enough to let her go again. When you find a girl who makes you feel normal and wanted again, you grab on tight and you don’t let go.

“Now that we have the dos and don'ts in order...” she begins, twisting her body so she can overpower me and push me onto my back. She straddles me and without effort since I gladly give in to whatever she wants. “Let’s settle this donut debate once and for all.”

My head falls back with laughter as she crawls down my body and unbuttons my jeans. She struggles with the zipper as my cock strains against it, eager for her to touch me. And be inside her. I fold my arms behind my head and watch in anticipation as she frees my cock. Her eyes zone in on me and she licks her bottom lip as she wraps her fingers around my shaft and begins stroking it.

She pulls my shorts and jeans down farther until I can kick them off and she climbs back between my legs. Taking my cock in her hand, she directs it to her mouth and starts sucking while pumping hard and fast. Fuck, she wastes no time at all. Closing my eyes, I moan at the warm sensation of her mouth. Goddamn, she feels good.

“Fuck, Angel. Your mouth was made for my cock.” I arch my hips so she takes it even deeper. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I grow even harder as she works me faster. “Jesus Christ, Kayla.” I growl at how good she’s taking all of me into her mouth. So fucking deep and rough.

I nearly lose myself and need to pull her away so I can regain my control.

“Get on your knees,” I demand, grabbing a fistful of her hair and releasing my cock from her mouth. She’s driving me to the edge and she knows it. She looks up at me with a knowing smile and slides off the bed.

She does as I say and kneels without hesitation and waits for me. I sit up from the bed and stand in front of her so she can take me in her mouth again. She wraps a hand around my shaft and strokes me repeatedly until finally putting me back in her mouth. She sucks and slides her tongue all the way up to the tip, which she pays extra attention to before putting all of me back inside her warm mouth.

Jesus. I don’t normally pray at a time like this, but she’s making all kinds of incoherent thoughts run through my head.

She works me deep and hard, moaning and rubbing her clit while pleasuring me. Before I lose all control, I stop her.

Taking a step back, she releases me from her mouth and quickly wipes her fingers along her lips. She looks fucking amazing like this—on her knees, flushed with swollen lips.

I fist my hand in her hair and pull her up. She stumbles briefly, but I catch her just in time to spin her around. I direct her to the bed and bend her over so only her palms are resting on top of the sheets. Standing behind her, I nudge her feet apart and spread her legs.

“Are you ready, Angel? Because I’m about to do real heavenly things to you.”

She lowers to her elbows, arching her back and opening up for me. Fucking perfect. “I’ve been ready, Detective.” She tilts her head so I see the smirk lining her lips.

Smiling in return, I press the tip of my cock against her pussy and slide it up and down her slit, teasing her until I feel her shiver. She moans, giving me permission to continue. Palming her ass cheeks, I slap a hand across one cheek before spreading them and angling myself against her opening. Slowly, I slide inside her and wait for her to adjust before going in any deeper. She’s wet and tight, gripping my cock as I slowly pull back out and push back in.

“Fuck, Kayla...” I murmur softly. “You feel so good and I’ve barely felt you yet.”

“Don’t stop. Please,” she begs, sliding her hand down to her stomach and circling her fingers along her clit.

“I can’t, Angel.” I thrust in deeper and feel her tighten around me once again, her fingers working her clit to the same rhythm. “Fuck.”

I smack her ass again, taking her harder and faster as I grip her hips. She pushes her body against mine as we collide together in the most perfect way possible. She feels so fucking good riding my cock, and I already know her little moans are going to be my undoing.

Leaning over, I reach around her waist and palm her breasts. Squeezing hard, I jerk my hips even harder as I take a nipple in between my fingers and pull.

“Yes! Oh my God, yes,” she screams, grinding against me even faster as I tug on her nipple again.

“Fuck. You like that, don’t you?” I ask in amusement.

She replies with an inaudible moan and I take that as my cue to continue. I want to worship her body, but the way she’s worked me up, I’m not sure I can hold back.

I feather kisses across her shoulders and drag my teeth down her back as I fuck her uncontrollably. She clamps down on my cock, and I can tell she’s close. Gripping her hips, I thrust as deep as I can and feel her release against me.

She screams out her pleasure as she grips the sheets in her fingers, widening her hips so I can prolong her release with my cock deep inside her.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers, resting her cheek against the bed.

I don’t let her rest for long.

Smiling, I fist her hair and pull her head back until my mouth reaches her ear. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, wrapping my other arm around her waist to hold her up. “You coming on my cock is the only thing I’m ever going to be able to think about now.”

“I don’t normally come that fast, but you have one exceptional cock,” she banters, tilting her head back so I can cover her mouth with mine.

“Still think you could eat a donut off it?” I arch a brow, sliding my hand down her stomach and rubbing the pad of my thumb over her clit.

“I could eat a donut off anything, because I’m classy like that, but I think you’d break a donut in half if I tried to slide it on you, which if it’s a cream-filled one, even better.” Her tone is completely serious, but I know she’s totally messing with me. She can barely keep a straight face.

“You’re cute,” I mock. “Now turn around.”

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KAYLA

Logan Knight is a fucking godsend in and out of the bedroom, but right now, he’s worshipping my body in ways I could only dream about.

He spins me around, pushes me down on the bed, kneels in between my thighs and spreads my legs. Sliding back inside me, he takes me again and again. He palms my ass cheeks and drives himself deeper and harder, taking away any coherent thoughts in my brain. Over and over, he thrusts in and out until I come a second time. It’s a good damn thing he’s holding my legs because they feel so numb I doubt I could walk right now.

The way he pulls my hair and nipples has my brain in overdrive. I fucking love when he does that and I only want more the harder he pulls.

Once I’ve caught my breath, he swoops me up and lifts me off the bed. Wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, he carries us out of the bedroom.

“The shower and kitchen you said, right?” He smirks, remembering what I said earlier.

Laughing, I nod. “You got that right.”

“Good. Kitchen it is.”

He walks us down the hall and I see the dogs are all asleep on the couch.

“We’re going to wake the dogs,” I whisper as he steps into the kitchen. “They’ll start barking at us.”

Setting me down on the kitchen counter, he flashes a boyish grin at me. “Then you better keep it down.”

He slides back inside me and wraps his lips around my nipple while going deeper and harder. I bite down on my lower lip, but I can’t stop the moans that escape my throat.

“Shhh...” he reminds me, even though I’m trying.

“It’s your fault,” I tease.

He arches a brow as if he has a brilliant idea. He shifts my body so I’m angled directly in front of him and I have a leg on each side of him. Placing a hand over my mouth, he begins to thrust faster.

“Don’t make a sound,” he tells me, keeping his eyes locked on mine as the pressure of his hand gets firmer. He speeds up his pace, knowing he’s making it harder for me to stay quiet. My hands rest on the counter, keeping me upright as he pounds roughly into me. Thank God for those years I danced in college. I want to scream my damn head off, but I know it’ll alert the dogs.

However, it’s really working for me. I can feel my body building up once again.

Christ. I can’t remember the last guy that’s ever given me more than one orgasm at a time. Usually because they blow their load right after and it’s as if my pleasure wasn’t a priority.

“Kayla...” Logan grabs my attention back. I blink my eyes back to him as I concentrate on keeping my mouth clamped tight. “I can feel you tighten up again, Angel. Let go so I can ride it out with you.”

I shake my head no. I know if I do, there’s no way I’ll be able to keep quiet.

Removing his hand, he grips his fingers around my knees and pulls me closer against him. He moves us faster and faster until I’m no longer able to control it.

Instead of trying to conceal my voice, he covers his lips with mine, and I scream into his mouth as I feel my walls tighten and he releases inside me. He doesn’t stop until he feels me starting to come down.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper.

Wrapping a hand around my neck, he pulls me back in and slowly kisses me. He leans his forehead against mine as we both try and catch our breaths.

“Holy fuck is right,” he whispers.

“That was perfect,” I admit, blushing that the words just spewed out of my mouth. But I feel safe around Logan. Safe and comfortable.

He looks me in the eyes, brushing the loose strands of hair off my face and smiles.

“So goddamn perfect.”

Once we’ve cleaned up, we end up back in my bedroom and I end up falling asleep on his chest. We talked for a few minutes, but my body and mind were completely defeated and I gave in to the sleep warriors.

Feels like I closed my eyes for only a minute before my alarm goes off. Even though I’m going to be dragging ass all day at work, it’ll be a hundred percent worth it. A night with Logan Knight is worth working on only a few hours of sleep. But I am concerned the limp I’m bound to have is going to target me as soon as Lucy notices.

Rolling over to shut my alarm off, I notice Logan isn’t in the bed with me. I’m sure he works early today too, but the only reason I get up this early is to walk the dogs.

Slowly sitting upright and kicking the covers off me, I feel the ache as soon as I stand. “Fuck,” I mutter, laughing to myself. I tie my hair up, knowing it’s a complete mess and then walk to my closet, grab some clothes, and change before stepping out of my room to look for Logan.

I hear the shower running and know he’s still here. Smiling, I walk down to the living room and get an obnoxious greeting from the dogs.

“Hey, boys,” I say in a high-pitch tone. “Are you ready for your walk? Yeah? C’mon.” I grab the leashes, slip on my shoes and hook them all up. “Okay, let’s go.”

I’m certain I look like a crazy person walking down the sidewalk right now. I’m smiling like an idiot, with a limp that’s bound to be unattractive, and my head has crazy-sex-hair written all over it. Yet, I don’t have a care in the world. Because not only did I get laid last night, it was with Logan Knight.

And he didn’t disappoint one damn bit. Although, I’m pretty sure I’m still in shock from everything that happened last night.

I don’t know what this means exactly, or if it means anything at all, but it’s confirmation that our feelings are one hundred percent mutual. I want Logan and he wants me. Now I just need to know if that means the same to him as it does to me.

We walk to Donny’s, and I’m greeted with our donut bags, except this time I tell him I need an extra pink frosted with sprinkles on.

“Two? Either you’ve decided to increase your carb intake or you have a guest,” he mocks, arching his gray-colored brow at me.

“Don’t be so crass, Donny.” I blush, taking the bag from him. “It was an overnight guest, okay?”

He smiles. “Well, it’s about time. Rumors about you being a crazy dog lady were in high gear.”

I snort, shaking my head.

Walking back to the door, I push it open and call over my shoulder, “Goodbye, Donny!”

Once the dogs and I are back to the house, I unleash them and set the bag on the kitchen counter. Logan comes stalking in wearing only a towel around his waist.

“Mm...a girl could get used to this.”

He stands in front of me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me against his wet chest. “And I could get used to this.” Smiling, he presses a kiss to my lips. “You always look so cute in the morning.”

I roll my eyes and smack his hard chest. “Don’t distract me or I’ll end up going to work looking like this.”

He bites down on his lower lip as if he’s contemplating it. “Well you could’ve joined me in the shower...”

I sigh and frown. “I wish. The dogs aren’t very patient once they know I’m awake.”

He kisses the top of my nose. “Well, maybe next time.” He winks and it sends shivers down my spine. “I hate to leave, but I have to take Herman out before I get to the office. I’m going to be buried today.”

“Me too,” I groan. “Oh! I brought you a donut.” He follows my eyes that land on the white bag on the counter.

“Seriously?” He laughs.

“Well, I didn’t want to be rude and devour one in front of you.” I shrug, grinning.

His head falls back in laughter, settling the uneasy feeling I had in my gut about how the morning after with him would be. I don’t need him to formally ask me out, but just something to ease my mind that last night wasn’t one-sided.

“Well, I appreciate that. I dig a polite girl.”

“I wasn’t sure what your taste was, so I got one cream-filled and one without. Your pick.”

He brushes a hand threw his wet hair, nearly choking on his tongue. “Jesus, Kayla. You aren’t going to make leaving you easy, are you?”

I stick my lower lip out, pouting that we have to part. He squeezes me, his buff arms engulfing me in a bear hug.

“I’ll call you, okay?”

Nodding, I tilt my head up and press a soft kiss on his lips. “Okay.”

I walk into work feeling like I could deal with anything that comes my way today. Although I didn’t get a lot of sleep, the adrenaline rushing through me is keeping me awake and energetic.

Taking a seat at my desk, I log into my computer and get right to work. I’m already feeling the anxiety creep in from being off work yesterday and trying to keep up with all the emails.

“Hey!” Lucy pops her head in, making me jump. My eyes were glued to my screen and I hadn’t even heard her walking down the hall.

“Geez, you scared the shit out of me.” I hold a hand to my chest and exhale. “What’s up?”

She walks in with a suspicious smile on her face. “Did I see you walking in with a limp this morning?” She cocks a brow, taking a seat across from me.

“How’d you see me walk in?”

“I was walking behind you in the parking lot and even called your name but you were in your own little world so I figured I’d catch up with you later.” She smiles. “Which is now. So, spill.”

I furrow my brows as if I have no idea what she’s talking about. “Spill what?”

“Why weren’t you here yesterday...where were you...who you were with...or rather, who you were getting busy with.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re crazy.”

“True, but I’m right. You were with someone last night. I can see it all over your face.”

Instinctively, I pat my cheeks, wondering if I’m giving myself away.

“Ha!” She points at me. “I knew it. Was it Christian? Did you two finally hook up and do the tango between the sheets?” She’s way giddier about this than she should be, so I almost feel bad that I have to tell her I didn’t pursue anything with Christian.

“Okay, slow your roll, diva. It wasn’t Christian. We didn’t work out,” I explain.

She frowns, but then perks up and asks, “Okay, well, then, who was it?”

I purse my lips and look away.

“Oh my God! Logan? Was it Logan?”

I laugh at her obnoxious behavior and finally tell her. “Yes, okay!”

She fist bumps the air and shouts, “I knew it! I knew you two were destined to finally hook up. About damn time.”

“It wasn’t planned; it just happened. We’d been spending a lot of time together and that night I had my date with Christian, he showed up at the restaurant and kissed me in the hallway.”

“Oh my God...” Her jaw drops. “This is getting good. I should’ve grabbed some popcorn.”

I throw my gum wrapper at her and snarl. “I’m not giving you a play by play.”

“That’s fine. I only need the highlights. Or CliffsNotes. Mostly, was it big and how many times did you orgasm.”

My eyes widen at the blunt words that come out of her mouth.

“You seriously need to get a life,” I tease.

Once I give Lucy the information she wants, I finally have my office to myself again and finish up another hour of work. At this rate, I’ll be here all night long.

I work through my lunch, and shortly after, a soft knock on the door grabs my attention. Looking up, I see a guy with a bouquet of flowers.

“Hello?”

“Hi, I have a delivery for...” He peeks at the card. “Angel?”

My cheeks instantly redden. Oh my God.

Thank God Lucy isn’t here to witness this.

“Yes, come in,” I direct. He sets them down on my desk and smiles.

“Enjoy.” Then walks out.

I know I’m smiling like a fool right now, but I don’t even care. Grabbing for the card, I take a moment to smell the flowers before opening it up.

Hope you didn’t eat my donut.

I plan to put it to good use tonight ;)