Page 142 of Sin Bin

She was Jupiter. And that changed everything.

He smiled as he gazed down at her under half-closed lids. She was curled trustingly against his side with her head pillowed on his shoulder, her small hand resting on his stomach, her thigh slung over his hip.

As he came more fully awake, he registered other pleasing little details. The warmth of her breath on his neck. The scent of her tousled hair spilling around her face. The plump curve of her breast against his bare chest, her perky nipple poking him through her T-shirt.

That last detail broadened his smile into a grin. It also sent heat racing to the swelling appendage in his shorts. He found himself wondering when she’d removed her bra. Dare he hope that she’d also ditched her panties?

Grinning harder, he glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. It was just after eight o’clock. He didn’t have practice until eleven, so he could grab another hour of sleep if he wanted. And maybe he and Jupiter could order room service and have breakfast in bed, eating off each other’s forks.

He savored the idea as his gaze wandered across the luxurious bedroom. Bright sunlight was coming through the window, which was framed by sheer curtains and heavy drapes that Jupiter had flung open last night so she could enjoy the view.

For the first time ever, the familiar Vegas skyline didn’t make his gut tighten with dread. The whole town suddenly seemed more bearable with Jupiter at his side. Literally.

They’d stayed up half the night laughing and talking, keeping the conversation light and playful. When their eyelids started drooping and their yawns became too frequent to ignore, Logan had convinced her to crash there for the night. He’d told her to take the bed while he slept on the chaise lounge by the window.

It was the first time he’d ever spent the night with a woman without having sex with her. Though he would have thought such a thing impossible, he’d discovered, much to his surprise, that just holding Jupiter had been enough.

Not that he wasn’t still dying to get naked and sweaty with her. He’d had to redirect his thoughts several times last night, and now as he lay awake with her warm body curled against his, he could feel more blood rushing to his dick—as if his morning woody wasn’t inflated enough. He couldn’t even try to hide it because the covers were bunched below his waist, and he couldn’t tug them up without rousing Jupiter.

Her long T-shirt had crept up higher to expose the shapely curve of her thigh. Her skin was gorgeous and ridiculously soft. He wanted to slide his hand up her leg, caressing her bare flesh as he slowly worked his way under her shirt to cup her lusciously round ass.

He bit his bottom lip, smothering a deep sigh. His morning erection was now at full mast, standing up straighter than a hockey stick. He needed to piss—or jerk off—to relieve the inconvenient swelling.

But he wasn’t ready to wake Jupiter up. He wasn’t ready to disturb the absolute perfection of this moment. The feel of her in his arms was as close to heaven as he could get. He didn’t want to move. Ever.

So he just lay there, blissfully content to hold her and listen to the sound of her breathing.

When she cuddled closer to him with a dreamy little sigh, he smiled and buried his nose in her soft hair. It smelled like a delicious combination of the shampoo and hair products she used. He breathed in deeply, savoring the mix of coconut, honeysuckle and mint. He couldn’t get enough of it. Or her.

And then the outside world rudely intruded with the buzzing of a phone.

Jupiter twitched against him but didn’t wake up.

Relieved, he eyeballed her phone on the nightstand. He was tempted to ignore it, but he didn’t want to let it keep buzzing. So he carefully reached over and picked it up, glowering at Bianca’s name on the screen before he reminded himself that she’d risked Jupiter’s wrath by giving him her PayPal email.

He thumbed the answer button and brought the phone to his ear. “Hey.”

There was a surprised pause. “Logan?”

“Yeah.” He kept his voice a low murmur so he wouldn’t disturb Jupiter. “What’s up, girl?”

“Heyyy,” Bianca cooed back and giggled. “Is Meadow with you? I assume she is since you’re answering her phone.”

“Yeah, she’s right here.”

“Oh?” He could hear the delighted grin in Bianca’s voice. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“Nah. She’s asleep.”

“I bet she is.” The words were loaded with sly insinuation. “Well, I hate to cut into your time together, but Meadow needs to get dressed and meet us downstairs. The girls and I have a spa appointment in forty minutes, and Jenna says we need to be on time so we can be serviced together. She’s got a whole thing planned.”

“Got it,” Logan murmured, gazing down at Jupiter. She really did sleep like a log.

“So can you wake our girl up and give her my message?” Bianca asked sweetly.

“Will do.”

“Thank you, Logan.” Bianca laughed wickedly. “I promise you can have her back later.”

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