Page 85 of Sin Bin

“How about Leaving Las Vegas?” she suggested half jokingly.

He laughed. “Nah. Too old and lame.”

“And depressing, from what I’ve heard.”

He chuckled and stuck the lollipop back into his mouth. She watched his full lips close around the red ball as if in slow motion. She’d never envied a piece of candy as much as she envied this one. The way Logan was sucking on it made her warm and moist in places she didn’t want to feel warm and moist.

She must have been staring pretty intently because he smiled around the stick.

“My bad. You want one?”

She blinked dazedly. “Hmm? What?”

“I’ve got more lollipops in the truck. Want one?”

“Um. No, thanks.” The only thing she wanted was his mouth between her legs.

She shoved the inappropriate thought away and returned to the matter at hand. “Why don’t you suggest a movie?”

“How about The Fate of the Furious? I haven’t seen that one yet.”

“Is that one of those Fast and Furious movies?” Meadow asked, wrinkling her nose. “I honestly don’t get the appeal of that franchise. Well, except for Paul Walker. And he’s gone now, God rest his beautiful soul.” She paused. “Did you know that his daughter is named Meadow Rain? Isn’t that absolutely lovely? Especially the first name, for obvious reasons.” She grinned. “But I still don’t want to watch any Fast and Furious movies.”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Coño.”

“What?” she said laughingly. “You vetoed my suggestion. Turnabout is fair play.”

“It’s not that you vetoed the suggestion. It’s that you gave a rambling ass explanation.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, and he laughed.

After some more back and forth, they agreed on a suspense thriller starring Jake Gyllenhaal.

“If I fall asleep and start drooling,” Meadow jokingly warned, “just keep in mind that I’ve been on the road for eleven hours.”

Logan chuckled. “Maybe I should go and let you rest.”

“No. You can stay.” She was enjoying his company too much to let him go.

He looked like he didn’t want to leave either. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m kinda wired,” she told him. “You know how it is when you’re tired but you just can’t sleep? That’s me right now. Anyway, after all the hard work you did for me, the least I can do is feed you. How does pizza sound?”

“Sounds good,” he agreed.

She picked up her phone to search local pizza places. “What do you want on it?”

“You mean them. Plural.”

“You want two pizzas?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m a big boy with a big appetite.”

“I can imagine,” she murmured under her breath.

His lips curved up at the corners, but he didn’t say anything.

She was glad the center island stood between them. Watching him suck that lollipop was giving her all sorts of dirty ideas. She didn’t trust herself not to act on them.

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