Page 143 of Sin Bin

“Ah, muchas gracias.” Grinning, he clicked off and returned the phone to the nightstand.

Jupiter mumbled and stirred against him.

He held his breath, watching as her dark lashes fluttered and lifted. Then those stunning amber eyes were blinking up at him in bleary confusion.

“Logan?”

He smiled. “Morning, sunshine.”

“Um…” She looked around the room as if she couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there. “Where…Why…?”

He stroked a finger down her cheek, then cupped her chin in his hand and turned her face up to his.

“Nothing happened,” he quietly assured her. “We just hung out and talked, I promise.”

A look of relief filled her eyes, making him grin.

“Damn, Jupe,” he teased. “Don’t tell me you’re hung over. You didn’t have that much to drink.”

She smiled wryly. “I’m a lightweight, remember?”

He chuckled, stroking her soft bottom lip with his thumb. “Bianca just called to remind you—”

“Oh shoot! Our massage appointment!” Jupiter pushed herself off him and sat up. When her eyes dropped to his morning wood, she gasped and quickly averted her eyes. “Holy crap, Logan! Does that thing ever deflate?”

He grinned, folding his arms behind his head. “We’ve already had this discussion,” he reminded her in a lazy drawl. “And don’t call him a ‘thing.’ You’ll give him a complex.”

“Him? Seriously?”

“What’s wrong with that?” He raised one eyebrow. “I’m sure you refer to your lady parts as her.”

She blushed to the roots of her hair. “Keep my lady parts out of your mouth.”

The moment she saw his dirty grin and realized what she’d just said, a horrified look came over her face.

He threw back his head and roared with laughter.

Jupiter bounced off the bed, flashing lacy peach panties that turned his laughter into a tortured groan.

He watched as she grabbed her leggings off the floor and hurriedly tugged them on, shooting him an accusing glare over her shoulder. “What happened to you sleeping on the chaise lounge?”

“I started out there, but then you woke me up.”

“How?”

“You were mumbling in your sleep.”

“I was?” She whirled around with a stricken look on her face. “What, um, was I saying?”

“I couldn’t tell. When I got up to make sure you were okay, you sort of whimpered and burrowed into me. I figured you were having a bad dream and needed to be held. So that’s what I did.” He shrugged. “You slept pretty soundly after that. We both did.”

“Oh.” Her eyes slid away from him. “I’m sorry for waking you up.”

He cocked one brow. “Do you hear me complaining?”

“No.” She bit her bottom lip, looking so shy and pretty his breath jammed in his throat. “Thank you for…holding me.”

Damn if her words didn’t body-check his poor heart. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said gruffly. “I like holding you. You feel good in my arms.”

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