Page 5 of Not By the Playbook

“You didn't tell me she worked at McCann! She's the woman who interviewed me yesterday!”

Understanding dawns.

The lunatic's fingers tighten around my neck like a noose as she darts a glance at Jenna before returning panicked features to mine. She mouths, “Please, please, please.”

I cock an eyebrow at her.Seriously?

Biting her lip, she slowly, slowly releases her grip on me. But instead of taking a step back, her hands splay on my bare chest, and she drags them down my front. A jolt of pleasure rushes through me, the contact feels good. Too good for someone I finished fucking only a few hours ago. Down south, my cock twitches.

Wandering hands stop below my pecs and press in.

Yep, she’s super serious.

Jenna clears her throat, and my attention snaps up. She’s been watching us the entire time.

“Hey, Jen.”

“Good morning, Logan. And, yes, what a coincidence, isn’t it? I never realized I was interviewing your girlfriend.”

Girlfriend?My chest hairs rise in alarm under Rebecca’s hands, and I cover them with my own.

She must sense I’m about to bolt because she digs her nails into me. A grunt escapes instead. I frown down at the woman clutching me. She’s a sexy mess—all wild chestnut hair, flushed cheeks, and swollen pink lips. Freshly fucked. She didn’t come across as a nut job last night, but I’ve been accosted by crazies before. Avoiding them in my profession is like separating shit from sneakers.

Jenna continues, “To be honest, I was surprised to run into Rebecca here of all places. She’s one of our most promising candidates. You and her…”

I stiffen but force myself to keep my voice bland.

“I see.”

My jaw clenches at Jenna’s dubious tone. Big Sis’s opinion of me has always been bottom barrel, and that extends to the women I date. Not that I actuallydate-date. Not my MO.

I try to extricate myself again, but Rebecca whimpers and her already hammering pulse speeds up. My gaze shifts to Jenna.

How to play this?

Instead of pushing Rebecca away like she’s expecting, I spin her around and haul her against me, locking her back to my front with my hands over her middle. A small gasp escapes her.

“It’s new,” I tell Jenna.

Becs’s shoulders drop an infinitesimal inch, and the deranged woman in my arms starts nodding with the grace of a bobblehead doll. “Very new. So, so new.”

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning.

“Well, we were very impressed,” Jenna draws out her words.

I lean over Rebecca’s shoulder, ignoring her shiver, until my mouth is right by her ear, my stubble scratching the delicate skin of her neck. “You should be.” I slant my gaze at the warm woman in my grip, “I’mveryimpressed with her, too.”

Rebecca squirms, her face beet red, her lips swollen and softly parted. Her breath kicks up a notch and awareness slices through me. I picture her as she was last night. Her mussed hair spread on my pillow, her legs wrapped around my hips. The soft moans that left her mouth with every thrust. I want those lips on my cock. We didn’t get to that last night. I was in too much of a hurry to get inside of her, and she wasn’t stopping for foreplay either. Missed opportunities. Maybe.

My cock hardens in my boxers behind her and she jolts, but that only brings her closer to me. When she wriggles, I grit my teeth but keep her tucked close, leaving no room to escape.

Jenna’s deliberate perusal continues until she finishes her coffee. She washes her cup, her movements precise and efficient, and sets it on the drying rack.

“I must be going.”

“Bye, Jen,” I say, my attention barely on her.

“Logan,” she acknowledges, before directing her attention to Becs. “It was nice to see you again, Rebecca.”

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