Page 54 of Risky Game

“I’m all right,” I finally whispered.

“Good.” Logan grinned, squeezed my hip, and brushed his mouth over mine. “Because we are definitely doing that again.”

I laughed against his mouth and soon we were both chuckling. At least, until we glanced down and saw the drying mess he’d made all over my stomach.

“Um. Do you have tissues or anything? Because I was really hoping to wear this dress today.”

Logan glanced around. “Shit. Stay here.”

He quickly dressed, left the office, peeking down the hall, and in the seconds he was gone, worry hit me.

Would that reality slam back into him? He’d just had sex with the nanny, been completely inappropriate while his daughter slept upstairs.

I prepared for the rejection that could come, but when Logan came back into the office and locked the door, he wore a sheepish smile and carried a towel.

“You still okay?”

He came to me as he asked and began cleaning my skin.

“I’m good. You?”

“I think this is a really bad idea, but I don’t want to stop.”

A valve released the pressure gathering in my chest and I grinned, able to sit up again, and covered my lap with my dress. “Same.”

“We’ll need to keep it hidden from Amelia.”

“I agree.”

“And your brother—”

I lifted a hand and stopped him right there. “My brother never has and never will know anything about my sex life.”

His phone rang, screen lit up on his desk.

“Speak of the devil.” Logan’s face paled as he reached for it. “Hey, Jassen? What’s up?”

“Hey, sorry to call you, but is Ruby around? I tried calling her, but she didn’t answer. Is she sleeping?”

We were close enough I could hear every word my brother spoke, close enough to watch the fear slack Logan’s features.

“Um. Not sure? I’ve been in my office.”

I pressed my lips together and gave him wide eyes.

“Oh. All right. Well, I can tell you. Talked to Cole last night and since Molly’s feeling okay, we’re going to host a Labor Day party. Thought you being there with Amelia wouldn’t be weird if Ruby was there, too. That cool?”

A party? Labor Day? My brows furrowed. Logan reached out and smoothed away my confusion with his thumb.

“Sounds good, Jassen. We’ll be there.”

He hung up and stared at his phone. “Thank God he didn’t call five minutes earlier.”

I burst into a laugh, and Logan’s own chuckle followed.

“A party?”

He grinned, shameless. “Want to be Amelia’s and my date?”

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