Page 99 of Sin Bin

As Logan fastened his seat belt, she remarked conversationally, “It’s really warm out tonight, isn’t it? This weather is kind of schizophrenic.”

He chuckled. “April can be pretty unpredictable. One day can be hot and sunny. The next day you could wake up to a snowstorm.”

“Goodness,” Meadow exclaimed.

He winked at her. “You’ll get used to it.”

“So you keep telling me.”

When he fired up the engine, she could feel the horsepower rumbling through her. She must have gasped because Logan looked at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“You feel that?”

“Yes.” She sounded breathless. She could almost hear him whispering during hot sex, You feel that? Feel me deep and hard inside you?

She licked her lips, her cheeks burning. “How do you pronounce the car’s name again?”

“Ker-nig-seg,” he enunciated. “It’s Swedish.”

“Swedish, huh?” She smiled crookedly. “Viggo should be driving one of these instead of a Lamborghini.”

Logan grinned. “I’ma tell him you called him a sellout.”

She laughed. “I did not!”

“Pretty much.” Laughing devilishly, Logan revved the engine and pulled off.

Once they reached the main road, he punched the gas, making the powerful motor roar. Meadow found herself pinned back against her seat, her heart thrumming with excitement. If she wasn’t careful, Logan would turn her into an adrenaline junkie.

She looked at him behind the wheel of the car, completely relaxed and at ease with himself. She was struck by the starkly different paths their lives had taken. Just a week ago, she’d been an unemployed social worker whose bank account was running on fumes. In contrast, Logan was a hockey superstar with legions of adoring fans. He was making piles of money, driving a rare sports car, and wearing a Brioni suit and a Chopard watch—luxury items she could never afford in five lifetimes.

As if he’d read her mind, Logan said in a quiet voice, “I’m still me.”

She stared at him.

“Santino used to tell me that money can’t buy happiness. I didn’t believe him. I thought he was full of shit. And then I made it to the pros and started earning the kind of dough I’d always dreamed of. And…I still felt empty inside.” Logan turned his head to meet Meadow’s gaze. “The money and fame? I’d give it all up in a heartbeat if I could turn back time and keep my mother from walking out of my life.”

As Meadow’s heart melted with sympathy, she reached across the console and gently squeezed his arm.

He took his right hand off the steering wheel and placed it over hers, infusing her with the warmth of his skin. She watched as he brought her hand to his lips and tenderly kissed each finger, one after the other. Her stomach tingled and her breathing grew shallow.

He gave her a soft smile, then released her hand and fiddled with the satellite radio buttons. “Got any preferences?”

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“You like classical music? You seem like someone who would enjoy classical music.”

“I do, but sometimes I have to be in the mood for it.”

He stopped on a throwback R&B channel that was playing Tank’s “Sex Music.” The singer’s seductive crooning flooded the car. “…just wanna lick you from head to toe…I’ma have you screaming oh, oh…Baby, take this ride…”

Logan gave Meadow a sidelong glance. “How’s this?”

She bit her lip and crossed her legs. “Keep going.”

“Why?” He turned his head, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “You don’t like this song?”

“I’m not in the mood for it,” she muttered.

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