Lila’s pov

“You keep saying last chance like I’m going to change my mind,” I said, still standing between his legs with his hands heavy on my waist and the hard length of him pressed against my stomach. “I’m not changing it.”

Logan’s thumbs stroked once across the bare skin above my shorts, then he let out a long breath and eased his grip. “It’s six o’clock.”

I glanced at the clock on the stove. He was right. The afternoon had burned away while we stood there trading filthy words and not doing a damn thing about them.

“I should go,” he said, but his hands didn’t leave my waist...