Page 234 of Sin Bin

“Fuck, you look amazing,” he growled.

“Why, thank you.” She gave him a coy smile and a deliberate once-over. “You don’t look half bad yourself.”

He was wearing a black button-down shirt that looked soft and expensive. His black slacks were tailored to hug his thick, powerful thighs. The black clothes strikingly accentuated his black hair and olive skin.

She gave him an appreciative whistle. “Not bad at all.”

“Get in here.” He plucked her off her feet, swung her around and kicked the door shut behind them.

Laughing breathlessly, she tossed her black purse on the foyer table, then wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. He kissed her senseless, sucking the cotton candy gloss right off her lips. She kissed him back just as ravenously, losing herself in the taste and feel of him.

“Cariño,” he whispered between long, clinging kisses that tugged between her thighs. “I missed you.”

“I’ve only been gone a few hours,” she whispered back.

“Seven,” he corrected. “You’ve been gone seven hours. That’s more than a few.”

She sucked the tip of his tongue. “You were counting?”

“Always.” He lightly bit her lip. “You were gone way too long.”

“I’m sorry. We had more errands to run than we thought.” She smiled into his eyes, lacing her fingers behind his neck. “How are you gonna handle us being apart when you’re on the road?”

“Hell if I know. I’m trying not to think about it.” He ran his hands under the flouncy hem of her dress, palmed her bare cheeks and groaned. “You’re wearing a thong?”

“I am,” she purred.

“Fuck, woman.” He squeezed her ass. “Dinner might have to wait.”

She laughed. “But I’m hungry.”

“So am I.” He rubbed his erection against her crotch. “Can’t you tell?”

“Oh my. Yes indeed.” Her clit throbbed as she licked at the seam of his lips. “Feed me first. Then fuck me.”

He groaned, his cock jumping. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

She grinned, nibbling his bottom lip. “You’ve been a corrupting influence on me. Even my aunt noticed that I swear more than I used to.”

“Damn. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” She smiled teasingly as she kissed him, feeling the rush of heat from his lips. “Logan?”

“What, baby?”

“Why are you carrying me to your bedroom?”

He laughed softly. “Damn. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”

“Uh-huh. You tried it.”

He sighed and reversed direction, smiling between kisses as he carried her into the living room.

There was no trace of Tuesday’s violent maelstrom. Two days ago, his interior designer had showed up with a team to replace everything he’d destroyed, and a contractor had repaired the damaged drywall. If only it were as easy to mend Logan’s emotional scars.

“Let me get back in the kitchen.” He set her down, his hands resting on her waist as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “The sooner I feed you, the sooner I can eat.”

His dirty words caused a full body shiver, which made him laugh wickedly before he released her and headed toward the kitchen.

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