I can’t believe I just threatened Cal. What sort of awful human being am I to threaten to toss him out if he doesn’t kiss me? Jesus, he could take me to court over this. I wriggle on top of him to try and find leverage to stand up, but between the bags on my feet and my palms sweating, I just wind up thrusting around on top of him on the floor.

”Christ, Logan,” Cal groans. I feel him stiffen beneath my hips and I gasp. ”Will you lie still a ...