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Dixie shook her head stubbornly. “No, I can take the sofa. You’re too tall for it anyway. You take the cot.”

“Could you, just once, not argue with me? I’m too fucking tired,” Logan snapped.

“Fine,” she retorted, her voice laced with anger and hurt.

“Yeah, that’s a lie. Why are you even here? I would think this is the last place you’d want tobe,” Logan’s words stung, but Dixie refused to let him see how much they affected her. She simply shook her head, removed her hat and coat and walked back over to the sofa, plopping down on it and folding her arms across her chest in defiance.

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Logan stared at her, then walked to the kitchen. He took the meat, cheese, bread, and mayonnaise from the fridge and put everything on the counter.

She followed him and they stood in the kitchen, making sandwiches, and neither spoke. The tension between them was physical, the air thick with it. When their hands brushed against each other as they reached for the mayonnaise, a spark ignited between them, and they both froze.

Logan’s eyes locked onto Dixie’s, and he could see the desire in them. He swallowed hard; his throat suddenly dry. He clenched his jaw, trying to reign in his emotions, but it was useless. He wanted her, and he knew she wanted him too.

“I can’t fucking take it anymore,” he growled, his voice low and harsh. He roughly pulled her into his arms. His lips crashed onto hers, and she moaned, opening her mouth to let him in.

His tongue explored her mouth, tangling with hers, and he could taste the hunger in her kiss. He could feel her body pressing against his, and he knew she could feel his hard cock pressing against her.

He slid his hands down her back, gripping her hips and pulling her even closer. She gasped as their bodies connected, and he could feel the heat radiating off her. His hands explored her body, sliding up under her shirt and touching her bare skin.

She arched her back, pushing her breasts against his chest, and he could feel her nipples hardening through the fabric of her bra. He cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing gently and running his thumbs over her nipples.

She moaned, grinding her hips against him, and he knew she was as hot as he was. He moved one hand down to her ass, squeezing it roughly, pulling her even tighter against him. He slid his hand inside the front of her jeans, feeling the heat of her sex. She gasped as he touched her, and he could feel her body shudder.

His fingers found her clitoris, and he began to rub it gently, teasing her. She whimpered, grinding against his hand, wanting more.

He could feel the heat coming from her, and it was driving him crazy. He continued touching her, then added more pressure and he knew she was close.

He rubbed faster and harder, and she came, her body shaking and convulsing. He held her tightly, his lips on hers, as she rode out her orgasm.

When it was over, she pulled back, breathing heavily. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire, and he knew he wasn’t done with her yet.

He unsnapped her jeans, sliding them off, along with her panties, then lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs and stepping between them. Sliding his hand between her legs again, he could feel how wet she was, and he had to taste her. It had been way too long. He slid down to his knees, putting his face between her legs.

She gasped as he licked her, his tongue exploring her slit, finding her clitoris. She moaned, and he could feel her getting wetter.

She squirmed on the counter, moaning and gasping as he moved his tongue along her slit. Her breathing grew heavy, and he knew she was close again.

He sucked harder, and she exploded, her body shaking and convulsing.

He stood up, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock. She looked at it, and he could see the desire in her eyes. He quickly rolled on a condom and slid into her, and she gasped, her body tensing. He could feel the tightness of her, the heat, the wetness, and it was driving him wild. He began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and harder.

She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. He could feel her nails digging into his ass, and it only spurred him on. He pounded into her, harder and faster, and she cried out, her body shaking.

He could feel her tightening around him. He reached down, finding her clitoris with his fingers, and began to rub it in circles. Shescreamed, her body tensing, and she came, clenching around his cock.

He could feel his own orgasm building, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He pounded into her, harder and faster, until he couldn’t hold back anymore. His orgasm hit him hard.

When it was over, he put his forehead against hers, catching his breath. She looked at him, her eyes filled with desire and satisfaction. He leaned down, kissing her deeply, and knew that this was far from over. He could live a hundred years and still never get enough of her.

Logan stared into her eyes. “You’re not going to hit me, are you?”

Dixie gazed into his eyes, bit her lip, glanced away, and he knew she was trying not to laugh. He chuckled and she laughed with him.

“Sex was always good between us, wasn’t it?” she said.

“Even bad sex with you would be good, Dixie.” He sighed. “I’m sorry—” She put her hand over his mouth.

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