“Oh, you think so?” Jason slid them out of his pocket and twirled them around his index finger with a smirk. “Indian giver. Need anything else?”
I shook my head.
Jason waved his hand down his front. “I gotta go, uh, clean up. But are you two up for Round 3?”
Oh, god, yes! Let’s go again. Please say yes! I looked at Logan with a plea in my eyes.
He shrugged and nodded. “Sure, why not.”
I clapped in glee. “Oh goodie. Thank you, thank you!”
“Great,” Jason said, sliding the whip around his neck. “I’ll go corral some other people.”
Other people?! Ah, what the hell.
When Jason stepped out of his dungeon of delight, I sipped my soda and drew close to Logan. I set the can down on the end table, slid my hand under his shirts and rubbed his nipple with my chilled fingertips, which had him sucking in a stream of air through his teeth. “Thanks for playing with me, Sir. I love you so much and I want to be yours more than anything in the world. Please help me to trust in you again. I’m terrified, and I don’t want to be afraid to give in. If you have doubts or fears or whatever, just talk to me about it. Please. Don’t ever leave me like that again.”
“I won’t drop you again, babydoll, or run. I won’t be an ass. I’m totally committed to our THIS. I love you too.” He slid his hand around the nape of my neck and kissed my forehead and then my lips.
“I know, and I’m so happy you’re speaking to me again, and playing with me.”
“Me too. I’m so sorry I hurt you. When you flipped out like that, it totally freaked me out. I don’t want to break you, Addison, ever, ever, and that showed me how easy it is to do.”
I wrapped my arms around him and dragged my nails down his back. “I know. I forgive you. Just don’t ever be a dick-head again.”
“I won’t. I can’t imagine my life without you. A few days was hell enough.”
“For me too. Um, Jason showed me this text you sent him about one of my notes, the one where your hands should be at my throat.”
Before I could blink twice, I was smack on my back with Logan straddling my pelvis, his hands tight around my neck. He bent over me and bit at my ear. “Yes. And I believe you wrote ... dirty things.”
Suddenly in heaven, my pulse ricocheted and I melted into the carpet with a long sigh of rapture. Yes! Our kinky dynamic, our fiery love, all our sparkly boxes were back!
Right here, beneath my Sir, was exactly where I was supposed to be, and there was no greater place on earth.
“Start screaming, Luscious.”
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