Page 202 of End Game


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I can taste myself on his lips.

“You okay?” he whispers against my mouth.

I nod, still catching my breath. “More than okay.”

Logan smiles—small and genuine—and I want to keep that smile forever.

I reach between us, palming him through his shorts. He’s hard, straining against the fabric, and when I stroke him, he groans into my neck.

“Sloane—”

“I want you,” I say, clear and certain. “All of you.”

Logan pulls back, eyes searching mine. “Are you sure? We don’t have to?—”

I kiss him, cutting off the protest. “I’m sure. Please, Logan. I need this. I need you.”

He nods, throat working, as I help him get rid of the rest of his clothes. They hit the ground as he reaches for his wallet on the nightstand.

His hands shake slightly as he rolls the condom on, and the vulnerability of it, the nervousness—makes me admire him a little more.

He settles between my thighs, bracing himself on his forearms, and lines up.

Then he pauses, eyes holding mine.

“This changes things,” he says quietly. “For me, at least.”

My heart stutters.

“Good,” I whisper. “I want it to.”

Logan’s eyes soften. Then he pushes inside, slow, careful, giving me time to adjust.

The stretch is perfect. Overwhelming. Right in a way that makes my eyes sting.

When he’s fully seated, he drops his forehead to mine, breathing hard.

“Okay?” he rasps.

I nod, wrapping my legs around his hips. “Yes, I’m good. Now move.”

With a deep chuckle that I swear I can feel in my toes, he does—slow and deep, each thrust deliberate, like he’s savoring every second.

It’s not frantic. It’s not desperate.

It’s intimate in a way that steals my breath.

I arch into him, hands sliding up his back, feeling the flex of his muscles as he moves. He kisses me—soft and deep—and I feel the emotion in it, the weight of everything we’ve been holding back.

“Sloane,” he breathes against my mouth. “Fuck, Sloane?—”

I tighten around him, pleasure building again, sharper this time.

“I’m close,” I whisper.

Logan’s hand slides between us, somehow knowing what I need, thumb finding my clit, circling gently.

And that’s all it takes.