Page 74 of Risky Game

Chapter 20

Logan

“What about Amelia?”

It wasn’t the first time I had my hands on Ruby where she looked uncertain, but this was the first time she seemed truly worried. She was so expressive, every nervous glance, every hesitant decision she made danced across her face.

“I put her baby monitor on. She makes so much as a peep in her sleep, and I’ll hear it.”

“Oh. Okay then.”

“Okay what?” I wanted to hear it. My chest ached to hear the words fall from her pink lips I’d devoured hours ago.

“Okay… you can play with me, sir.”

She blushed and sipped her wine. I leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “You are such a good girl.”

A full-body tremble rolled through her and I hid my pleased grin. I wasn’t about to get her off. Not clothed, and not in my living room. But I’d spent all weekend desperate for the feel of her skin beneath my hands. I wanted to memorize the softness, find the places that drove her wild. And later, when I was ready and she was on the verge of strangling me, I was going to take her to my room.

“This okay?” I asked, and I dragged my finger down the length of her arm. Goose bumps followed the path and she licked her lips.

“I’ve liked everything you do to me.”

She leaned in and pressed her lips to the hinge of my jaw. I closed my eyes and breathed in the ocean and beach. Apparently, she’d decided to have her own playtime because the more I brushed my fingers along her arm, beneath the hem of her tank top, and along the waistband of her pants, she followed my teasing with her own kisses and brief flicks of her tongue at my collarbone.

“You’re supposed to be drinking your wine. You’ll get your playtime.”

To prove I meant it, I pulled back, lifted her hand, barely remembering to hold on to her glass, and raised it to her mouth.

“Maybe I don’t want the wine anymore.”

“Maybe you should take your time and enjoy it.” The wine. Me. My touches.

She hmphed but stopped her kisses and rested her head on my shoulder. Closing her eyes, she sipped her wine. I took advantage and lifted the hem of her shirt, exposing her breasts.

“Jesus, Logan,” she rasped, but her eyes were still closed. She was surprised, not worried.

I was the one who should have been. Vanessa and I never had sex when or where Amelia could walk in, and there I was, bending down to taste my nanny’s nipples in the goddamn exposed living room.

I still couldn’t find it in me to care.

Her free hand lifted, her fingernails scraped gently against my scalp, and harsh little whimpers fell from her throat. I paid attention to both, tugging, nipping, and sucking on them until her hips were rocking before I moved my hand down her stomach and cupped her heated core.

“Need something here?” I pushed my fingers against her covered opening.

“Please.”

Fingers dug into my scalp, making me wince.

I pushed harder until she brought her wineglass to her mouth and drank. “I already know you’re not wearing a bra, but are you wearing underwear?”

She shook her head and took another drink.

“That excited to see me?” Her pants were thin enough I could feel how excited she was, how wet she was getting. And damn if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever. “Did you need me so bad inside of you that you couldn’t be bothered with getting fully dressed?”

She moaned as I pressed my fingers inside of her, used the soft seam of her pants to abrade her clit. “I figured you’d make me take them off anyway.”

I had. I absolutely had intended to watch her do that for me again. It made me carnal. Sent me straight to my baser instincts, but her offering herself to me? Choosing to be bossed around and liking it?

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