Page 52 of Risky Game

My own was creeping in. Was I seriously standing in my boss’s office, propositioning him? Trying to talk this man into fucking me?

I thought of Gina. Of her confidence and the way she’d told me to bang him. And yes, yes, I was.

It was perfect. I’d be a secret again, but one of my own making. I was setting the rules. And no one was lying here.

Well, except for the lies I was telling myself.

“Just sex?” Logan repeated, and this time, he was reaching for me. His hand settled at my waist and he grabbed a fistful of my dress. “You’re okay with that?”

I’d have to be. I licked my lips and lied. “It’s all I want.”

Someday I wanted more, but it wouldn’t be from him and it wouldn’t be now. I had no misconceptions about that.

A wicked gleam sparked in his eyes. “Prove it.”

“What?” My head jerked back.

Logan grinned, and it was so evil, so wild, I almost stepped back.

Until he stepped back, shoved his hands to his hips, and stared at my stomach. “Lift your dress.”

Oh holy insanity. The floor wobbled beneath my feet and my lips parted in surprise as I gaped at him.

“You want me…”

“I want to see you.” He quirked a brow, but there was nothing playful about the way he looked at me. “You came to me, Ruby, but this will happen my way. Now, lift your dress or leave the room. The choice is yours.”

On fire. An inferno heated my blood and my fingers shook as I lifted my dress. It scraped up my thighs, making me shiver, and then cool air brushed along the seam of my thong.

Logan’s gaze stayed glued to the apex of my thighs and he didn’t make a sound, a noise. He might as well have been a statue until I had my dress balled with one hand at my waist.

He glanced up. “Take off your underwear.”

I was going to die. He was going to kill me. I had never been so turned on in my life. I had never known a man who could instantly take such command of a situation.

This was hot as hell and it was possible my orgasm could hit from his words alone.

This time, I didn’t delay. With my free hand, I slipped my underwear off my hips and shimmied out of it until the pale satin sat in a discarded pile at my feet.

And still, he didn’t move except for the tip of his tongue that appeared at the seam of his lips.

His eyes met mine and he gestured for the desk. “Go sit at the edge. I haven’t had my breakfast yet.”

My knees wobbled. I stumbled while standing silent and Logan reached out, chuckling darkly, and grabbed my arm before I could fall.

I had to turn from him to head to his desk. He hadn’t told me to drop the dress, and I debated. Yeah, I had a nice ass. But this was a lot.

Still, it wasn’t discomfort swirling in my stomach. It was excitement. Arousal. It was the bone-jarring realization that Logan was most definitely about to do things to me no man had ever done before.

A light click echoed and I spun, but it was just Logan at the door to his office.

“Locking it. You okay?”

I nodded again, my throat parched and my lips dry. As I settled my backside against the desk like he’d said, Logan walked toward me, tearing off his T-shirt, and oh sweet mother…

I’d seen him in the pool. I’d seen those abs obvious beneath those athletic shirts he wore to work.

But this… this was for me. And the giant bulge in his shorts was because of me. Oh yeah… this was going to be the best, worst decision I ever made.

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