Page 45 of Risky Game

“Shit, that feels good,” he muttered and dove back for more.

We were clinging to each other, a mess of animalistic sounds and moans, and when I rocked against him again, my entire body shuddered. One of his hands dropped to my lower back and he held me against him.

“Take what you need,” he whispered, lips pressed to my throat, sucking on that sweet spot that made my pussy clench and my brain sizzle.

“Logan…” I was clinging to his shoulders, head thrown back. Still rocking, but… “So close.”

And I couldn’t be embarrassed this was happening so quickly. I’d been on the edge for the last week and a half, too afraid to take care of myself for fear he’d hear. Or know his nanny was growing a massive crush on him.

Now, I was free to enjoy it, and with Logan helping me along, pressing his hips into me, yanking me against him, the swirling heat in my spine intensified at my sex.

My orgasm came fast, my body trembling, and I pulled him off my throat and slammed my mouth against his right as my climax hit. I cried out into his mouth, my entire body vibrating with the intensity as I shook and came on his lap like a teenage girl instead of his employee.

Oh shit… what had we done?

The aftershocks of my orgasm were still sizzling when I buried my forehead into the crook of his neck and cursed. “Shit.”

He did the same, holding me tight to his body. He wrapped his arms around me and kept me cemented to his hard chest. I was drunk on this scent and the thunder of his heart beating against my chest, even as I knew it was best to move.

“I can’t believe we just did that on my couch,” he whispered against me, laughed, and when I sat up, he almost looked embarrassed.

If he wasn’t going to freak out about this, my own could wait.

“You didn’t…” I gestured between us.

“Later. I’ll take care of that later, trust me.”

“I can—”

“Another time.” He cut me off with a hard kiss that left my brain rattled. The man could kiss.

Reality returned as I blinked, caught sight of us in the reflection in the windows, and I cringed.

We should not have done this. Definitely should not have done this out here. “Amelia was sleeping, right? Because I don’t need another awkward conversation like this morning.”

“What conversation?” Brows dug in close together on his forehead and his fingers at my hips gripped me firmly.

“Oh.” I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. After what had just happened, that silly little kiss didn’t seem so important. “She saw you kiss me earlier. Kept asking me about it.”

“She saw us? Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

Gone was his racing heart and his possessive hold on me. He shifted, slid me off his lap, and stood so quick it gave me whiplash.

“Because it was nothing,” I said. “I obviously knew it was a mistake and more instinct than anything. I said lots of friends give their friends kisses on cheeks. It was sweet actually…”

“My daughter seeing me kiss you is not sweet, Ruby. And if something like that happens, it should be me explaining it to her.” He jabbed his finger to his chest and spat the words out with so much venom I was speechless.

My mind spun for entirely different reasons than it had been only moments ago.

A jump into an ice bath couldn’t have chilled me down further and I stood from the couch. It took me a second to readjust the shirt he’d just so effectively twisted and wrinkled before I nodded. “Right. Well, then I’ll make sure there’s no chance of that happening again.”

On legs that were still unsteady from that kiss and the orgasm and the whiplash after, I left the room.

I was at the bottom of the stairs when Logan said, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

I gripped the banister of the stairway railing and looked at him over my shoulder.

His regret was clear, but the trouble we could create if we let that happen again was, and I wouldn’t be someone’s dirty little secret. Not ever again.

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