Her muscles tensed while her hips bucked back into me.
“Harder,” she begged as I kissed down her neck.
Biting down gently on her shoulder, I pushed harder and deeper as her walls tightened around my shaft. She was my undoing in that instant as she shuddered in my arms, and I filled her while panting.
“Amazing,” she stammered out while turning in my arms.
“That’s definitely a word for it.” I kissed her soft lips before handing over a bottle of shampoo.
Ari
“I can’t believeyou talked me into this,” I yelled out to Logan. He was waiting just outside the fitting room as I wiggled myself into the fourth ball gown he’d insisted I try on.
“This one is going to be a winner,” he replied.
The floor-length gold satin and lace off-the-shoulder dress engulfed me as I failed to zip the back. I did have to hand it to Logan—he had good taste. The three I had tried before were all ones I had picked out myself. They looked wonderful on the hanger, but on, they were hideous.
Logan’s face said it all as I finally exited the dressing room.
“When you’re right, you’re right, Turner. Can you…?” I pointed over my shoulder and he fumbled with the zipper.
“I have never seen someone look as radiant as you do right now,” he cooed before kissing my cheek.
“It’s expensive.” I shied away from him, stepping over to the mirror to get a better look at the back.
“I’m the Hogs’ MVP—I think I can swing it,” he teased, unzipping the garment for me. “Besides, I need you looking your best for all the pictures we’ll have to take next weekend.”
“People are going to think we’re together.” I hadn’t thought about the fact that being out in the spotlight with Logan would come with speculation.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Let them think what they want. As long as we’re not making out in front of the children, I think we’re golden.”
“Are you sure?” The paparazzi incident played over and over in my mind.
“There’s a first time for everything. It’ll be a good change of pace from the usual headline of ‘Logan Turner attends dinner alone yet again.’”
“I find it hard to believe you have never brought a date to a function before.”
“Never had someone worth taking,” he confessed.
I shot him a coy smile from the doorway of the dressing room while holding the dress up with one arm under my bust. “Well don’t I feel special.”
“You should.” He shot me his killer crooked grin before I shut the door.
“So how is this going to work next weekend? Do I meet you there?” I asked, trying to shift the conversation before I got too uncomfortable.
“I’ll pick you up. My parents will meet us there.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier if we went together?”
“Ari, just go with me here. I am going to be a gentleman and escort you to the ball without my parents as chaperones.” I could hear the frustration building in his voice.
“Fine,” I scoffed as I shimmied back into my freshly laundered maxi dress.
“Thank you.” As I exited the room, Logan wrapped me in his arms before taking the gown. “I took the liberty of asking the attendant to find shoes and a handbag that match the dress, and they should be waiting for us at the counter.”
“You have thought of everything.” I smiled up at him as he beamed down at me.
“I do what I can.”
