Page 235 of Sin Bin

She smiled after him, admiring the way his ass looked in his black slacks. “Do you need any help?”

“Nah. Everything’s ready. I just need to do a couple more things.”

She sniffed the air appreciatively. “Whatever you made smells absolutely delicious.”

“Hope you like it.” She thought she detected a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Want some wine?”

“Mmm. I think I’ll wait until dinner.” She wandered from the living room, the click of her heels echoing in the enormous space. “I can’t get over your penthouse, Logan. Did you ever in your wildest dreams imagine that you’d be living in a place like this?”

His low chuckle drifted from the kitchen. “Can’t say I did.”

She smiled, passing a well-stocked wine cellar and a richly furnished library before reaching the entertainment wing. On the left was a state-of-the-art home theater. She went right, entering the spacious game room. There was a humongous flatscreen television, wet bar, gaming consoles, air hockey table, poker table and a pool table as the centerpiece. Thiago Cervantes’s autographed boxing gloves were enshrined in a glass case, illuminated by a spotlight.

Smile warming, Meadow wandered across the room for a closer look. Displayed beneath the gloves were two framed pictures that had been taken at the Bellagio last Saturday. One photo was of Logan and Thiago, their arms slung around each other’s shoulders. The other picture included Meadow, standing between the two men with a beaming smile.

“Who gave you permission to enter my man cave?”

She looked over her shoulder, her stomach automatically fluttering when she saw Logan standing in the doorway. He was watching her with a stern expression, arms folded across his big chest. But there was a glimmer of a smile in his eyes.

“I didn’t realize I needed permission to enter your man cave.” She turned slowly and gave him a challenging stare. “Now that I’m here, what’re you gonna do about it?”

His eyes roamed provocatively up and down her body. “I have a few ideas.”

“Mmm. I bet you do.” She slowly circled the pool table, running her finger along the green felt surface. “The thing is…ideas are just ideas.”

He prowled toward her with lustful purpose in his gaze. “Meaning?”

“Talk is cheap.” She bent over the table, letting her cleavage spill over the low neckline of her dress.

Logan groaned appreciatively.

Reveling in his reaction, she smiled suggestively and bent lower, pretending to aim a cue stick at the neatly racked balls. Logan came up behind her, trapping her between the table and his hard-muscled body.

“Watch me sink the eight ball in the corner pocket,” she purred kittenishly.

He gave an amused snort. “You need to be holding an actual stick to sink any balls.”

She laughed coyly and flipped her hair to one side to expose her neck, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist. Sure enough, he leaned down and licked her nape. She shivered and arched back against him, arousal tightening in her belly and curling her toes.

“Why are you teasing me?” he growled low in her ear. “Didn’t you say I should feed you before I fuck you?”

“Y-Yes,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Then why are you trying to seduce me?” He sank his teeth into her neck, making her cry out with pleasure. “Do you have any idea how much I want to rip this sexy little dress off your body, bend you over this table and bury myself balls-deep against your ass?”

She whimpered, little shudders racing down her spine with every word out of his mouth, every lash of his warm breath against her skin.

“Why so quiet?” he taunted, rubbing his nose against her nape. “Cat got your tongue?”

“No,” she said in a breathy voice. “I was just wondering…”

“Wondering what?”

“Can you teach me how to play pool?”

“Oh, now you want to learn? Santino tried to teach you fifteen years ago. You weren’t interested, remember?”

She grinned. “That was then. This is now.”