Page 65 of Staying Selfless

“Nothing.” I casually shake my head. “You’re just really fucking hot. It’s kind of ridiculous.”

I watch her cheeks blush through the mirror as she tries to hold back her smile.

“Right back at you, but you’ve got to get in the shower. We have things to do today.”

“We do?” I ask from the bed, my arms folded behind my head, my bare 6’4” body on full display.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Like?”

She gives me a playful shrug through the reflection as if she doesn’t know exactly what she has planned.

I somehow find the strength to pull myself off the bed as my naked body makes its way to hers, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. I pepper kisses across her damp shoulder, making my way up her neck, jaw, and temple, holding her in my grasp.

“Can I borrow a shirt?” she asks.

I lean over, placing a kiss on her tattooed collarbone. “Of course. Take whatever you’d like.” I finish with a swift smack of her butt before heading to the shower.

When I come back out, Logan is nowhere to be found, so I throw on a pair of sweats, covering my lower half before heading downstairs.

As I make my way through the house, I hear Logan softly singing along to the playlist she has hooked up to the speakers. I find her with her back to me, spatula in her hand, facing the stove. She’s ever so slightly moving while she sings to herself, and I can’t help but smile from seeing her so light and happy again.

Then I notice what she’s wearing.

The shirt she picked is one of the white-collared ones I wear with my suits. It’s basically see-through, perfectly outlining her body, fully engulfing her, and ending just past her ass.

Logan’s hair is on top of her head, in a messy bun, and she looks like literal perfection right now as she slightly moves her body to the music.

She turns around when she hears me at the base of the stairs, causing my eyes to widen at the view. She has the top couple of buttons undone, her delicate chest and collarbone exposed, giving me clear visual access to her taut nipples behind the thin fabric.

“Hi,” she says in the most innocent way, even though I know she picked this shirt to be anything but.

“Hi.” I make my way to her, in front of the stove. “I thought you wanted to leave the house today.” I run my hands the length of her barely covered body, my thumbs circling her nipples. “Probably shouldn’t have picked this shirt, in that case.”

“We are leaving the house. Doesn’t mean I can’t give you a little show until we do.”

I love how confident Logan is in her sexuality since we got together. For a girl who didn’t have any sexual experience before we started dating, she has no problem flaunting it around and absolutely killing me now—as she should.

“Take a seat.” She nods towards the kitchen island. “I made you breakfast.”

I do as I’m told, sidling up to the island as Logan pours me a black coffee, placing her mug next to mine. She takes the skillet she was working with and flips it over a plate before grabbing two forks and placing my breakfast in front of me.

“Thanks, baby. This looks so good.” I push my seat back, giving her room to climb onto my lap.

She sits across my legs, my bare chest pressed against her side as we both dig into the single plate in front of us. I alternate bites of food with kisses on her exposed neck as one of my hands holds her steady on my lap.

“Did you read your letter?” Logan asks between bites.

“I did.”

“Are you going to tell me what it said?” she asks with genuine curiosity, not an ounce of entitlement in her tone.

“Maybe one day. But for now, I think I’m going to keep it between your mom and me.”

She turns to face me, giving me a soft and loving grin.

“So, what are we doing today?” I ask again.

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