Page 43 of Risky Game

Oh God. Sit on my knees in front of him, where I’d be so close. So close to him. It was that or in the downstairs half-bath. Where he’d have to be behind me, and I’d be able to see his expression, stare at his full lips.

Facing away from him was infinitely better.

I returned, stared at the space between his knees, and quickly collapsed into it, sitting on mine so my back was to him.

“Well,” he huffed. “This is quite the masterpiece my daughter made today.”

I chuckled and cringed as the first sting of something stabbing into my scalp radiated through my head.

“Some of these are going to hurt,” he said quietly, but he was focused on the task.

“I know,” I whined and curled my hands into fists so I didn’t reach back and make anything worse. “She asked if I’d do her hair because her mommy always made her look pretty and I couldn’t say no.”

“Of course not. Thank you for that. I can do basic pigtails and things, but Vanessa always took extra time with her.”

“Yeah, well, after the nest she left in my hair, I’m wondering if it was her way of getting back at me.”

Another hiss from the pain escaped my lips and I was most likely wearing off my teeth enamel from grinding them together.

Logan’s hand curled around my shoulder, and he squeezed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Keep going.”

I was getting used to living with pain. Sure, it’d been my libido in overdrive this last week, but the pain searing through my scalp was cooling down that problem.

Logan went back to work, and every few seconds, tossed a barrette or hairclip or bobby pin onto the table.

Soon, the pile grew. There wasn’t much to say, much to talk about, while he worked. He murmured his apologies and I kept groaning in pain.

It was when the final clip was out, and he sprayed the detangling spray in my knots Amelia attempted to braid that my sounds changed from winces of pain to groans of pleasure.

He was slowly, methodically working through my hair, but his fingers were pressed to my scalp, holding me still, and the comb felt delicious running through it.

Was there anything sexier than having a man’s hand in my hair? I wasn’t sure there was.

“Oh, that feels so good.” I groaned from the sweet relief of the pressure against my head and then my eyes popped open.

Logan froze, fingers tense in my hair. His legs, legs I’d been trying not to stare at and failed massively many times, did the same.

Oh no. I’d made a sex sound. If I could bury my face in my hands and escape the humiliation, I would, but Logan went back to work.

“I plan on calling Vanessa first thing tomorrow,” he said, and oh yes.

Talking about his ex-wife and Amelia was a perfect distraction.

“About Amelia?”

“More about what she’s been saying to her so I can figure that out. Hopefully, today was enough to get her back to her normal self, though.”

I grinned. His little girl had been absolutely adorable in her class.

“Let’s hope. I was really impressed with her. I don’t know a lot about four-year-olds, but the way she can already do flips and stuff blew my mind.”

“Yeah. Vanessa put her in gymnastics as soon as she could walk, it feels like. She used to love practicing on her balance beam we have at our, well, my old house.”

“You should get some of those things for her here.” His fingers were slowing and the pain started to lessen. The comb ran through my hair with only a few snags. He’d be done soon, and I should have been preparing to move away, but I wasn’t quite ready for it to end.

“I hadn’t even thought of it. I’ll look into it.”

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