Page 88 of Ex's Accidental Baby

“I brought an overnight bag just in case.” He stands up and puts on a pair of jeans and a black long-sleeved Henley that shows off a hint of his tanned chest.

I trail my finger along the neckline. “I like this.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Oh?"

“Mmm-hmm.” I briefly think about talking him back into bed—it wouldn’t take much—but he’s right, we only have limited time.

I take his hand and lead him downstairs.

“Where are we going?”

My cheeks heat up, as I suddenly worry my plan is stupid. “I wanted to take you to the gardens. You never got to see much of the grounds, you know, before. And it’s my favorite place on the estate.”

“That sounds wonderful, princess.”

I look up at him, looking for a sign of irritation, but find none.

Logan’s always been pretty straight-forward. It’s one of the things I love about him.

And God, I love so many more.

I love all of him, even if I know I’ll never have more than this. More than someone to raise my baby with.

I don’t think it will ever be enough. It is pure torture having him so close but yet, so unreachable, so forbidden to me.

But there’s nothing I can do about it right now, so I lead Logan out the kitchen door, and we make our way to the gardens.

I walk past tulips and hum. “She must have just had those planted.”

“It’s your mother’s garden?”

I nod. “Yeah. But this isn’t what I wanted to show you.”

“No?” Logan looks around. “But it's beautiful here.”

I grab his hand and tug him forward, and he laughs, following me.

We finally come up on a clearing with a little creek babbling through the gardens, and he lets out a breath.

“Oh. I can see why this is your favorite place.”

“Right? It’s gorgeous here. I’ve always wanted to show you.” My cheeks burn.

Logan turns to me, cups my chin in his hand, and kisses me soundly. “I’m glad you shared it with me, princess.”

I don’t tell him that I’ve always wanted to make love here, underneath the open sky, too far away for any of the staff to see us, but Logan seems to get the idea anyway, chasing me around the garden and grabbing at my ass.

I run, laughing, and he catches me around the waist, picking me up as I kick and giggle.

He kisses my throat before putting me down, and I hitch my dress around my waist, looking up at him as I wiggle down my tights just far enough.

Logan’s hazel eyes go hot, looking almost amber in the light. “You want something, princess? If so, you better speak up.”

My heart races.

I feel wanton and young and free in a way I haven’t since I was a teenager.

“I want you to fuck me by the creek.” I’m surprised at the words coming out of my own mouth.

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