Page 60 of Sin Bin

Her heart was pounding chaotically, her body trembling so hard that she had to slump back against the tree for support. Her eyeglasses were fogged up and her panties were mortifyingly damp.

Logan leaned over her with one hand braced on the tree above her head, the knuckles of his other hand tenderly stroking her cheek.

She couldn’t help touching her swollen lips as she stared into his glittering eyes, still rocked by the intensity of the kiss. She’d never experienced anything like it before. She’d been seriously missing out.

“I’ve been dying to do that ever since I saw you again,” Logan confessed huskily.

His words nearly took away what little breath she had left.

“Well,” she managed weakly, “now that you’ve satisfied your curiosity, we should probably avoid any repeat performances.”

A shadow darkened his face. “Curiosity,” he repeated the word with a sarcastic edge. “Is that what you think it was?”

She didn’t answer him. She didn’t trust her voice.

He dropped his hand from her cheek and took a step back.

Regret immediately tightened her throat, which made no sense since she was the one who’d ended the kiss and—

Holy moly, she thought, sidetracked by the very substantial bulge at his crotch.

Her eyes must have bugged out because he turned away from her. Through her fogged-up glasses, she saw him adjust himself in his jeans. His predicament made her feel a smidge better about her damp underwear.

Licking her still-tingling lips, she took off her eyeglasses and wiped them with the hem of her sweater.

Logan turned back to her as she put her glasses back on. He seemed a bit more composed. She couldn’t say the same for herself.

“Ana’s sister.” He pulled his phone out of his back pocket. “What’s her IG?”

Meadow blinked. “Her what?”

“Instagram.” His smile was almost a smirk. “It’s a social media platform.”

“I know what it is,” Meadow huffed. “But I don’t know what her handle is or if she even has an account—”

“She does. Everyone does—except you.” He pulled up Instagram on his phone. “What’s her name again?”

“Inez. Inez Gutierrez.”

Logan found her page and let out a low wolf whistle. “Nice.”

Meadow felt a weird pang in her gut. “Nice?”

“Very nice.”

Curiosity had her moving closer to look at his phone. The screen was filled with photos of a young, pouty-lipped Latina in various sexy poses.

“She’s gorgeous,” Meadow murmured.

“Mmm.” Logan swiped his thumb across the screen, scrolling through more pictures.

Meadow gave him a wry, knowing look. “Does this mean you’ve changed your mind about going out with her?”

He didn’t answer, distracted by a photo of Inez wearing only a thong. She had her back to the camera and was peering seductively over her shoulder.

Logan enlarged the image with his fingers, undoubtedly to get a closer look at her ass. When he lecherously smacked his lips, Meadow punched him on the arm.

He gave a shout of laughter and tucked his phone away.

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