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growled.
    I shook my head no and bit my lip, not wanting to give in to him yet. “So fucking stubborn,” he growled, doubling his efforts, slamming into me as he pinched my clit. He was driving me crazy, and I knew I was only going to be able to hold on for so long before we both fell over the edge. “Say it.”
    My hips reared back into him with each thrust of his hips, and he grabbed my hair, fisting into his hand and pulled my head back. The sharp tug on my head mixed with the thrusting of his hips tipped me over the edge when he pinched my clit again, and I chanted his name over and over. “Lo! Oh God, Lo! Logan,” I screamed.
    He grunted over and over as he drilled into me. He let go out of my hair and grabbed onto my hips. “Mine,” he gasped, groaning low as his cum poured into me, filling me fuller with each thrust. “Mine,” he whispered again, collapsing on top of me.
    We both were panting, trying to catch our breath. “How… the hell… do you manage… to make it better than… the last?”
    “You felt that, too, huh?” He pressed kisses down my back as he ran his fingers up and down my side.
    “I feel it every time, Lo. I always think it can’t get any better, and then you blow my mind the next time.”
    He pressed one final kiss to my shoulder and rolled off me and climbed up on the bed, pulling me with him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his side. “I love you, Logan,” I whispered, laying my head down on his shoulder.
    “I love you, too, Meg.”
    “You think we could stay the night here tonight?” I asked, grabbing the edge of the blanket and pulling it over us.
    “Babe, you know being at the clubhouse is the safest place to be.”
    “I know, but remember how you said you miss having me all to yourself, I feel the same way. At least when you’re here, I don’t have to share you with the club.”
    Lo pressed a kiss to the side of my head and sighed. “Dammit, Meg. I can never say no to you. One night and then we’re back at the clubhouse until this Assassin shit gets tied up.”
    “Yes!” I shouted, springing up and raising my hands.
    Thwack! The fan blade smacked me upside the head and knocked me back down on the bed. I fell on top of Lo, holding the side of my head, “Man down, man down,” I mumbled into his chest.
    “Jesus Christ, Meg,” Lo laughed, wrapping his arms around me. “You almost just knocked yourself out, babe.”
    “It’s not funny,” I pouted, slugging him in the shoulder. “It’s this damn bed. I swear to Christ one of these times I’m going to decapitate myself.”
    “This damn bed is your fault.”
    “Ugh, just shut up and get me some ice, please.”
    “Let me look at it. You might have a concussion.” I rolled off him, and he sat up and gently prodded the side of my head. “I think you’ll just have a goose egg on the side of your head for the next couple of days,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Let me see your eyes.”
    “I got hit on the side of the head, Lo, not in the eye.”
    Lo shook his head and just grabbed my chin, looking me in the eye. “If your pupils are dilated, babe, it means you have a concussion.”
    “Oh, I didn’t know that,” I said, opening my eyes wide.
    “You look fine. Probably just gonna have one hell of a headache.” He stood up and opened the dresser drawer and grabbed a pair of underwear out.
    “I don’t get you naked the whole night?”
    “No, babe.” He pulled them on and grabbed his jeans off the floor.
    “Hey,” I said, sitting up, “you weren’t wearing any underwear. You must have thought I was a sure thing.”
    “You are a sure thing. Just like I’m a sure thing for you. All you need to do is bat those pretty eyes at me, and I’ll do whatever you ask.”
    Hmm, he’ll do whatever I ask, huh? I batted my eyes and pulled the blanket off, exposing my breasts. “Then tell me what everyone is keeping from me.”
    Lo threw his head back, laughing and walked out of the room.