On Dublin Street The Bonus Material - Samantha Young Page 0,53

them wide, pressed his dick to her sweet heat and thrust in with impatience.

She cried out his name and tensed at the intrusion and Logan fought for control, holding still, straining against her. She was so tight. So fucking mind-blowingly tight.

And she was Grace.

He was inside Grace.

She deserved his patience, she—

She pushed her hips impatiently against his and when he looked into her eyes he saw her silent plea for more. When she lifted her leg, he accepted the invitation and eased her up the wall so she could wrap her legs around him. The movement caused him to slide deep inside her, the breath knocking out of him as lust splintered down his spine.

“Logan!” Grace arched against the wall, her beautiful breasts he’d freed from the confine of the dress, bouncing in his face. Her dark, tight nipples begging for attention.

Licking, sucking, teasing her tits, he pounded Grace into the wall, and lost his ever loving mind as she went wild.

Classy, sweet, kind… and totally wild for his dick.

He was screwed. Figuratively and literally.

And when she climaxed around his cock, her tight inner muscles tugging and throbbing around him, Logan came so hard he saw fucking stars.

It took a while to come back to reality. Grace kept rippling around him in little aftershocks that felt so good he didn’t want to pull out.

But soon reality intruded.

The black haze of sexual frustration and then the red haze of lust had dissipated so he was no longer thinking with his heart or his dick.

He’d just fucked Grace and he couldn’t have her.

Shit.

The loss of her pressed hard on his chest as he kissed her soft, sweet, memorizing the taste of her before he pulled out of her and lowered her legs to the floor.

That’s when he realized he’d been so out of control he hadn’t even stopped to put on a condom and he always wrapped up.

Not knowing how to say this but needing to he asked, “Are you on the pill?”

Grace tensed and he felt like a bastard. Did that really have to be the first thing he asked her?

“I’m on the pill,” she whispered.

Relieved that at least he hadn’t screwed up her life in that way, Logan bent down to pull up his underwear and jeans. As he zipped up, his eyes drifted over Grace. Her hair had come down from its up do at some point and fluttered around her flushed face. Her breasts were still naked, her nipples swollen from his attention and her dress was still around her waist.

He was getting turned on again. Logan moved in to cover her up.

Jesus, he hadn’t taken it easy on her. So out of control he’d pounded her against that wall. Guilt flooded him. “Did I hurt you?”

Grace shook her head but he wasn’t entirely convinced. “I’ll let you get cleaned up and then we need to talk.”

She practically fled the kitchen and Logan’s gaze drew back to the wall where he’d screwed her brains out. Her cries of pleasure filled his ears and he could still feel her coming around him. Grace had enjoyed every second. He was sure of it.

But he shouldn’t have done it.

Tearing his eyes from the kitchen wall he got on a stool and sat there, waiting for her, trying to think how he could explain this in a way Grace would understand. In a way that meant he would still have her in his life.

Their friendship wouldn’t be easy now that they both knew what kind of passion could exist between them. Sex with Grace was hotter than hell.

But Maia was more important than that.

His daughter needed stability.

He and Grace needed to cool it for now. Whatever happened in the future, happened. But now… it was just really bad timing.

At the sound of her stool moving beside him, Logan watched as Grace slid onto it.

She flinched at what he put there in his eyes, needing her to know where this conversation was going.

He felt that flinch of hurt score across his chest.

Jesus fuck.

Unable to see her hurt, he lowered his gaze as he tried to explain something he knew she would understand. “This can’t happen again, Grace. I have to focus on Maia. Every day I’m reminded that I’ve lost out on fifteen years of being her father, and I still haven’t scraped the surface of the damage Maryanne did to her. I need to make up for it, Grace, and the only way I can do that is by giving her all