I choke on a laugh. “Group costume. As in, the team?”
“Yeah, he’s been researching ideas, says it needs to be iconic.”
“Hmm, tricky. Couples costumes are easier—you only have to come up with half an idea. Veryefficient.”
His mouth tips slowly. “Anefficientcouple’s costume would be you in no clothing at all.”
I shake my head, grinning. “You’re disgusting.”
The laugh that rumbles out of him is warm and real, curling through me. He’s still grinning when his eyes snag on the counter, and he stills.
“No way.”
My breath catches as I turn and see what he’s seen. “Don’t.”
I dart forward, but he’s faster, one big hand closing around the jar before I can snatch it. His eyes jerk back to mine, sharp with amusement. I’d meant to hide it before school, and now the neon Post-its glare back at me from every angle.
“You actually did it,” he says, shaking it once so the notes flutter like confetti. His mouth curves, slow and disbelieving. “You told me you had a sexy lessons jar, but I thought you were screwing with me.”
“I don’t screw around about lesson plans,” I say primly, trying to tug it out of his hands. “I’m a teacher.”
He lifts it higher, out of reach. “Wow, you’re serious.”
“Of course I’m serious.”
He fishes out a hot pink note, unfolds it slowly, eyes scanning. Then his brows lift. “Well.”
“Logan.” My voice comes out in warning as I reach again, but he pulls his arm back, keeping it out of reach. “Put it back.
“Giving the best head ever,” he reads aloud, voice low enough to curl around every syllable.
“Put. It. Back.”
He looks up, gaze dark and edged with a grin. “Did you write this and really want to, or was this a group brainstorm with the girls?”
Heat hits me in a wave, but I square my shoulders. “They don’t know about the jar. It’s just something I want… to do.”
“Give the best head ever?”
I nod.
“Yes?” His voice is all gravel now, eyes dark and burning into mine.
“Yes.” I lift my chin, pulse ricocheting. “It’s a skill. And I like being good at things.”
For a beat, there’s silence, then he huffs out a laugh, rough enough it sounds torn out of him. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Thank you,” I say sweetly, even though my whole body is thrumming. “Now gimme the jar.”
He steps closer, holding the note between his fingers in front of me, gaze dropping to my mouth. “You really wanna do this one, Parnell?”
I can’t help the smile that curves my lips. “Lesson plans aren’t meant to gather dust.”
His jaw flexes, restraint hanging by a thread. “Upstairs. Now.”
We barely make it to my room before Logan’s kissing me, trying to strip at the same time. Hoodie gone, T-shirt yanked over his head, jeans shoved down strong thighs, no time for patience. I kick my skirt and blouse to the floor, bra snapped off, panties tugged down in a trail I almost trip over.
By the time I turn, he’s already sitting at the edge of my bed, cock thick and hard, starved eyes on me.
