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‘Hi,’ she whispered against his lips.
‘Hi.’ His voice was a low rumble. ‘Are you enjoying the festival?’ he asked, nipping her bottom lip.
‘Very much.’ His hands traced her hips. He squeezed her ass and tugged her closer. ‘Even more so now.’ She sounded out of breath like they had run through the haunted house.
Logan groaned, nuzzling against her neck. She gasped as he ran his teeth across the sensitive skin there.
‘Hey! Who’s that? I told you kids—’
A bright light flashed in Jeanie’s eyes, and they froze, Logan’s hands still clutching her backside, Jeanie’s leg already hitched over his hip.
‘Logan?’
He groaned and pulled away, and Jeanie knew that had it been light enough she would see the blush creeping up his cheeks. But he didn’t shove her away this time. Just took her hand and faced Linda and her flashlight.
Linda laughed in delight. ‘I thought it was those damn teenagers again! I’ve caught three different couples already making out in here. Guess we need to make it scarier next year.’ She turned, laughing to herself, and made her way back through the maze.
Logan ran a hand down his face. ‘Sorry about that. I shouldn’t have—’
‘Let’s go back to my place.’
‘This obviously isn’t the time or the place, I just ... wait what?’
‘Let’s go. No interruptions this time,’ she said.
Logan’s eyes widened briefly before he dropped his mouth to her ear. ‘No interruptions?’ His breath was warm against her skin and Jeanie leaned into him further.
‘Nope. Just you and me.’
His low groan vibrated through her.
‘I mean, unless you wanted to go to the bonfire instead...’
‘Absolutely not.’ He grabbed her hand, and they raced through the rest of the haunted house leaving a very confused ax murderer and headless horseman in their wake.