Page 6 of Winter's End

Hot blood rushed to the surface of my skin despite the chill in the stale air, my panties so soaked I was going to have to take them off.

My body was a despicable traitor.

I summoned my darkest glare and catapulted it into Logan’s smug, handsome face.

I was about to rail him out for that disgustingly delicious display of dominance when his softer words stopped me.

“I wasn’t calling you a slut, for the record. Sleep with whoever you want. Ride that double-triple dick train. I just think your choice in dick could be improved. I can help you with that.”

His eyes betrayed him, the fleeting wisp of longing and jealousy so potent I could practically taste it on the air between us. In a blink, it was gone, and his signature arrogance returned.

He winked knowingly and adjusted the cuffs of his shirt. “When the fortunate Mrs. Eccles does show up, therealone, she’ll be all I need. You would be so lucky.”

I scoffed, my eyes rolling back into my head at the notion. “You wish.”

“In all of my favorite daydreams, Princess.” His eyes turned molten, and he didn’t disguise the sheer need in them. My eyes flickered down to the bulge in his pants. The proud outline of a very thick cock caused my treasonous mouth to water.

What the fuck waswrongwith me?

Sharing this moment with Logan was uncomfortable. And amazing. And bad. So very bad.

Time to take back my power.

A sultry smile crossed my lips as I slid up my dress, hooked two fingers into my panties and pulled them down my thighs and off. Balling the wet fabric up in my fist, I sauntered over to him with an exaggerated sway to my hips. Then I leaned over and tucked the panties into his pants pocket, intentionally brushing my fingers over his erection as he shuddered beneath my touch.

I stood on tiptoe and breathily whispered in his ear. “A memento.” Dropping back to my heels, I finished, “For the one and only time I’ll let you touch me.”

I nipped the bottom of his earlobe, felt him grow impossibly harder against me, and trailed a line of kisses down his smooth jaw. Stopping at his lips and hovering in a tease, I challenged him.

“You can’t control this brat, Pretty Boy.”

Going in for the kill, I pressed my lips to his in hunger, tasting my flavor on his tongue. He wrapped his arms around my body, releasing an untamed groan against my teeth. He kissed me like a starving man, and his tongue explored with surprisingly tender torture.

I was enjoying this too much.

When he was perfectly vulnerable and relaxed into the kiss, I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down until I tasted the coppery tang of blood.

“Fuck!” Logan pushed me off. I let out a satisfied giggle, mentally scoring myself a point.

Before he could exact his revenge, footsteps echoed in a symphony, coming closer down the dark hallway. A uniformed officer I didn’t know led the beautiful sight of Hillary in all her glory, storming through the maze. Still in her wedding dress and four-inch heels, she looked a Valkyrie-in-training, a warrior in battle-mode etched into her expression.

If I didn’t know her, I’d be terrified.

Okay, I was still a little terrified. But mostly, I was relieved. This beautiful boss of a woman would get us out of here and protect me while she interrogated me for the rest of the night.

And she was the cock-block I desperately needed. I’d be keeping that to myself, though.

“Logan!” she barked, her normally angelic features molded into a severe frown. “How dare you ruin our wedding like that!”

The austere woman waited until the guard opened the cell door before she rushed inside, throwing her arms around me in a crushing hug. She smelled of champagne and rose water.

Hillary pulled back from me, cupping her hands on my cheeks, gaze searching mine as if probing for dark secrets. She’d get them, all right.

Logan stepped closer, managing a rueful look of apology. It was a foreign look for him, but made him incredibly hands-

Stop it.

“Look, Hill?—”

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