Page 69 of The Vampire's Storm

Her?

Logan stepped closer. “You really going to test me?”

“Maybe,” she whispered.

“Don’t. If I say you are with me, you are with me.”

“I don’t like you,” Brooklyn muttered.

“Feeling’s mutual, little mouse.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“If you want to exercise, this is the best way to do it.” Logan said, trying to ignore the sexy sweat pouring off her.

Her breasts were glistening and her cheeks bright red. As they would be if he were slamming his cock inside her.

“By being your ball-bitch?” Brooklyn groaned, bending over.

Best idea he’d ever had.

When he’d been speaking with Brianna and saw Doug flirting his big biceps off, Logan had hightailed it out of the room.

I’m not with him.

Her words had infuriated him, but he’d hidden it.

Not from Doug. He’d seen it and known to walk away.

Not with me? Yes, sweetheart, you are. My fingers were in your pussy and even I can still scent myself on you.

Perhaps he wanted to punish her for flirting with the vampire. In any case he was enjoying himself. And dare he admit to liking her company?

Logan smirked and tossed another medicine ball into the basketball hoop. “Don’t forget the one in the corner.”

Brooklyn dropped the one at his feet, then raced off after the new one. He wasn’t sure if she was enjoying it or not. The complaints pouring from her were hilarious, and yet she kept going.

Logan tossed another ball and...in the net!

“I’m done.” She finally cried, leaning her hands on her knees and then crumpled to the floor.

He walked over and dropped onto the floor next to her. They both lay side by side, staring at the roof.

“Christ, you could be a personal trainer...” Brooklyn panted. “For the Navy SEALs.”

“Pretty sure being an assassin pays more.” He grinned, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her twist her head to face him.

“Do you really kill people?”

His own head turned to face her. “Yes.”

She swallowed. “How many?”

“You hoping I say only one?”

“I don’t care.” She lied.

“Then why ask?” Logan replied.

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