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Hours later, Logan shifted next to him in the bed. “You know those boxers are way too small to belong to man. I got them in the boy’s department,” she said.
Connell lifted his head to look for the pieces of her shorts. He’d flung them across the room. Tearing them off might have been overkill, but he’d wanted to make damn sure she wouldn’t be able to wear them again.
He didn’t like seeing her in men’s clothing that wasn’t his—even things she had bought herself. And she wouldn’t need anything to sleep in when she was with him from now on. He ran possessive eyes over Logan’s n***d body, which he quickly followed with equally possessive hands. She was pressed to his front like a blanket, but even with so much skin-to-skin contact, he couldn’t stop his arms from wrapping tighter around h
