Page 46 of Risky Game

“I’ll see you in the morning, Logan. Good night.”

Chapter 14

Logan

My dick was still hard. My hands burned with the memory of the feel of her body against me, and my brain would never forget the sounds Ruby Moore made when she came while trying to keep quiet.

I overreacted, and I hadn’t taken a second to think, but with her body trembling against me while I was fighting off coming in my pants like a twelve-year-old boy who got his first glimpse of a stolen porn magazine, hearing my daughter could have seen us, had seen me kiss Ruby early, had knocked me off my feet.

Amelia had already been through so much. Seeing me with a woman was the last thing she needed in her little life, and I was a shit father for even making that first move with Ruby.

Shit. This had all been my doing anyway. I handled it wrong from the beginning of the night to the end. Hurting Ruby’s feelings was the cherry on top of a pile of shit I started all because while I was playing with her hair, listening to her make those noises, my dick decided it’d be best for him to start making decisions. Between those sounds, her soft, silky hair, and the sting of salty air and beaches in my nose, I’d fucked up.

I went to go after her, follow her up the stairs before we could end the night like this, but giving her space was the right thing to do. I wasn’t sure I was still thinking clearly, what with my dick still wanting to know exactly what she felt like. Going into her room now, with what we’d just done such a vivid memory in my brain, wouldn’t be smart.

I was a father. Her employer.

It was time I started making smarter decisions about all of it.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I’d get ahold of Vanessa, talk to Amelia about what she saw, and heal things with Ruby.

Ironic how I was having trouble with all three women in my life and the only common denominator was me.

I huffed a laugh, scrubbed my hands through my hair, and turned toward my own bedroom. It wasn’t nearly time for me to go to sleep. I still had work to do. Films to watch. Plays to tweak.

But I wasn’t going to the bedroom to sleep, and I wasn’t going to be able to focus on work until I took care of my own pressing needs first.

Water sluiced down my back. A smarter man would have taken a cold shower, but I was doing enough idiotic things, I didn’t stop myself from soaping up my body. None of it erased Ruby’s beachy scent from invading my senses. I could still feel her. Still see her as she lost control, the way she threw her head back and then used my mouth to swallow her cries. The way the heaviness of her full breasts pressed against my chest as I held her and rocked her against me.

Goddamn. I’d wanted a kiss, not a full-blown make-out session in my living room.

All of this had been my fault, from the ridiculous kiss in the morning to me forcing myself not to shove down my shorts, peel hers off her tanned legs, and sink into her.

In a room where my daughter could have seen.

Fucking hell, I was a mess. And still, knowing it didn’t stop me from reaching down, wrapping my hand around my thick length and pumping. I slammed my other hand to the tiled wall and squeezed my eyes closed. Visions of ebony hair and starlight eyes assaulted me, made my thighs tense and my knees shake.

Ruby’s smile and sarcastic little quirk of her lips when she made a joke played along with one of mine. The hopeful look in her eyes when Amelia was kind to her.

Goddamn. I groaned, already hard, so damn needy, primed from the way Ruby had used my dick to get herself off, and my orgasm raced down my spine, coiled in my balls, and I let loose, biting down on my bottom lip hard enough to bleed to stop myself from screaming out her name.

The pain mixed with the pleasure of finally allowing my own release made my head spin and my gut clench until the water washed it away.

Pressing both hands to the tile, I dunked my face in the shower’s spray, dropped my head, and stared at the floor.

Tomorrow.

I’d fix everything tomorrow so we could go back to how we always should have been.

I hadn’t slept. I’d done a bang-up job of tossing and turning all night. I’d only taken care of myself one more time, something that should have been medal-worthy considering the number of hours I spent hard, unable to stop thinking of Ruby. Not giving in every time my dick stirred with interest was my punishment for continuing to think about her that way, but somewhere around the time of the sun starting to rise, I gave in.

It'd only make the day worse if I walked out to the kitchen with another hard-on for Amelia or Ruby or anyone to see.

Besides, there were things to do, and since I hadn’t done a lick of work last night, sleep would have to wait.

I climbed out of bed, threw on clothes, and headed out to the kitchen. A cup of coffee and then a phone call to Vanessa were the priority of my agenda. I didn’t realize I wasn’t alone in the kitchen until I headed to the coffeepot to find it already filled. Hot.

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