Page 89 of Sin Bin

“—and three adopted ones,” Logan finished.

“Yes! Exactly!”

They laughed and stared at each other. The moment felt weighted with importance, and from the look on Logan’s face, he felt the same way.

Meadow was the first to break eye contact, forcing herself to look away so she could remember to breathe. Licking her dry lips, she put her hands on her hips and refocused her attention on scanning the room.

“What’re you looking for?” Logan asked.

“The remote control.” She got down on her hands and knees to search under the furniture.

Finally she spotted it. It was hiding under the couch where Logan sat.

Right between his feet.

She gulped hard and sat back on her haunches.

He was watching her. “Did you find it?”

“Yeah. It’s, uh, right under you. Could you, uh, get it?”

Logan glanced down at the floor and then back up at her. There was an unholy gleam in his eyes. Slowly he leaned back into the couch, stretching his arms across the top and spreading his legs.

Her gaze dropped to the impressive bulge at his groin. She couldn’t help it. He was just so male and virile and big. As she stared at his crotch, she felt her lips parting, her mouth watering, the flesh between her thighs growing slick and…

She jerked her eyes up to meet his gleaming gaze. “Can you get it for me?”

His mouth curved in a slow, purely wicked grin. He was daring her to crawl between his legs to retrieve the remote.

As her cheeks flushed, she folded her arms over her tingly nipples and glared at him.

After another moment, he relented with one of those devilish laughs that rumbled up his chest and spilled from his lips like some dark, sinfully intoxicating wine.

“God, I love messing with you, Jupe. The way you react is priceless.”

She frowned as he reached down, pulled the remote out from under the couch and handed it to her. Their fingers brushed, flooding her with heat that pooled low in her tummy.

“Jerk,” she muttered.

He barked out a laugh as she got up and sat at the other end of the couch. Thankfully it was huge enough that they didn’t have to sit close to each other. Having him out of her line of sight would also make it harder to ogle the way his jeans hugged his strong thighs. Theoretically, anyway.

As she queued up the movie they’d selected, Logan grabbed the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table and offered it to her. When she shook her head, he set it down on the cushion between them so they could both have easy access.

The movie had just started when his phone buzzed. Shooting her an apologetic look, he pulled the phone out of his back pocket and checked the screen.

Meadow raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you need to get that?”

“Nah. I’m good.” He declined the call, put the phone away and returned his attention to the movie, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

But his phone kept pinging with texts. After the fourth or fifth time, Meadow rolled her eyes in his direction. “Is that one of your puck bunnies?”

He cocked an amused eyebrow at her. “What you know about puck bunnies?”

“The girls told me all about them at dinner.” Meadow smirked. “They sound delightful.”

“They can be,” he said with a dirty little grin.

She rolled her eyes in disgust, making him laugh.

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