Page 144 of Sin Bin

She stared at him, seemingly holding her breath. Or maybe that was just him.

He sat halfway up and leaned back on his elbows, his erection straining in her direction.

Her eyes quickly skittered away, her throat rippling with a hard swallow.

Not today, boy, he told his hopeful boner. Maybe one of these days. But, alas, not today.

Jupiter scooped up her matching bra and then looked around the room, squinting slightly as she muttered, “Now where are my glasses?”

“You left them out in the living room. Your sandals too, I think.”

“Thanks!” She sailed out of the room.

Sighing, he climbed out of bed and cupped his package, shifting things around. When he’d gotten his situation under better control, he went after Jupiter.

She was already heading toward the door.

“Wait, hold up,” he protested.

“I’m running late, Logan.”

“Were you just gonna leave without saying goodbye?”

She turned back reluctantly as he prowled toward her. He didn’t miss the way her eyes darted to his crotch before jerking back up to his face.

“Goodbye, Logan,” she said with exaggerated sweetness. “Have a good practice.”

One corner of his mouth turned up. “Can I have a kiss before you leave?”

“No way.” She clamped her hand over her mouth. “No kissing. Morning breath.” She blew into her hand and wrinkled her nose. “Whiskey morning breath. Ew.”

He chuckled. “I drank more than you, so mine’s probably worse.”

She backed up as he approached. “I really have to go.”

“I know.” Logan caged her against the door, planting his hands on either side of her head.

Her breath hitched visibly as she stared up at him. Primitive sexual energy swirled between them. He felt it. So did she.

“What’re you doing?” The husky rasp of her voice stroked over his senses. “We’re supposed to be resisting our attraction, remember?”

He nodded slowly, his gaze on her mouth. He wanted to bite her full bottom lip, watch her eyes go all hot and hungry. He wanted to lift her up against the door, wrap her legs around his hips and fuck her brains out.

“Logan.” Her voice was almost a whimper. “C’mon. Let me go.”

He looked into her eyes and saw that she was wrestling with temptation. If he kissed her right now, if he slipped his tongue between her lips and slowly fucked her mouth, would she let him pick her up and carry her back to bed?

He was sorely tempted to put his experiment to the test, but he didn’t want to rush her. When they finally made love, she would want it just as much as he did. He’d make damn sure of it.

Without warning she leaned up and gave him a soft peck on the cheek. “There’s your kiss. Satisfied?”

“Not even close,” he grumbled with a lopsided grin. “But I’ll take what I can get.”

She giggled, her eyes bright with merriment.

He stepped back and opened the door, playfully swatting her round backside as she darted out into the hallway. “Enjoy your massage.”

“Thanks! I’m sure I will!”

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