Chapter Twenty-One
The words reached her ears, permeated her brain, but she was far too focused on James’s thick c**k easing inside her to react to them. Instead, she filed away the comment, determined to ask what the hell he was talking about when she and James were finished.
And that wouldn’t be for a little while yet. He had more restraint than she—again, likely down to practice—and rather than hurrying to f**k her, he was taking his time. Tingles raced up her spine as he inched his way inside her, setting off a chain reaction of delicious sensations as he did so.
The remaining tools and toys were still lined up beside her, unused, but she didn’t care. Logan had made his point, and she’d made hers—she could take pain and give it out. Besides, the thoughts and feelings she’d had while
