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That heat, that spark, that driving need for release was right there. I could feel it. I needed it. Squirming in his lap, I tried to shut my legs for more friction.
“Don’t you dare close those thighs, Eva,” he ordered gruffly and pushed open my legs once more. “I want to see that pretty pussy of yours as you soak my fingers.”
“Oh!” I gasped against his palm.
“That’s it, spark plug,” he praised. In the mirror, his heated gaze held mine. “Show me how pretty you are when you come.”
Those words and the way he looked at me were that last little bit I needed to push me over the edge. A throaty moan tore through me as I came, my hips riding his fingers.
His hand slowed to a stop and drifted up to my stomach. Tenderly, he stroked my skin in a way that sent pleasant tingles coursing through my body. I let out a breathy giggle as I melted into him. His fingers dug into my thigh gently while he kissed the curve of my shoulder.
“You are so fucking pretty, Eva,” Rhett whispered against my neck. I leaned into him, blissfully happy with everything.
Chapter 55
Elliot
TheminuteIwalkedthrough the doors to Logan’s work, the secretary visibly tensed. Not that I blamed her. The last time, I’d thrown a whole goddamn temper tantrum and yelled at her in the process.
“I’m sorry,” I said in the way of a greeting as I stopped at her desk. I glanced at the tag on her desk.Elizabeth.She was a pretty young thing with thick auburn hair and hazel eyes, which leveled on me from behind her thick glasses. She had the whole strict librarian thing going on. I was sure someone somewhere was into it.
“Don’t worry about it,” she replied with a wave. “Mr. Ashwood explained the whole thing.”
“Oh, did he now?” I shoved my hands in my pockets. “And what did Mr. Ashwood say?”
I had to wonder if anyone else had heard the shit I’d said to him. That guilt nagged at me.Had I fucked up the entire bubble he’d crafted here?I wasn’t sure I could forgive myself if I did. Hurting Logan was the very last thing I wanted to do.
“We all have bad days, you know?” Her voice was gentle, and she leaned closer as she said it. “Are you feeling better?”
“Yeah,” I lied. I wasn’t—not by a long shot—but I was ready to bury it all over again. “Thank you for asking. Is Mr. Ashwood in?”
“He is. His other friend is already in there. Go right ahead.”
His other friend?I forced a smile, having no clue what she meant by that. Nodding, I walked down one door and glanced inside at the sound of Logan’s laughter.
Fuck, why’d he have to be so attractive?I took the chance to just admire him because why not? I was torturing myself anyway. Logan had always been good-looking, but he aged like fine wine. The way he filled out his suits and how he took care of himself showed. Honestly, though, it didn’t matter. I would’ve taken any version of Logan I could get.
The guy Logan was talking to was attractive with long, thick hair in shades of chestnut and dark eyes to match the dark beard on his face. His t-shirt fell loose around a tapered waist while the sleeves of his rolled-up flannel gave a preview of his tattoos. The dusty work boots and matching knees gave away the fact that he worked some kind of down-and-dirty, hands-on job.
“Elliot,” Logan greeted with a slight uptick of surprise in his voice when he noticed me at the door. “I didn’t know you were coming by.”
“Yeah, I thought I’d surprise you,” I said.Lame.“Thought we could get dinner or something, but it’s not a big deal.”
“Oh.” Concern flashed across his face, vanishing quickly. He gestured to his friend, saying, “This is Loren.”
Oh. That was Loren.This was the man my best friend decided to date. Damn it. I hated that I even approved of Logan’s taste in men.
“Nice to meet you.” I forced a smile and offered a hand, turning up the pleasantries and charm. I was a good guy. I wasn’t about to make Logan uncomfortable in front of his partner.
“You too,” Loren replied. His handshake was firm and fast, something to like about him.Did Logan like his hands too?“Logan’s told me a lot about you.”
“Probably all the bad things, I’m sure,” I teased.
“Not at all. You can tell he thinks very highly of you,” he said.Did he? Because it sure didn’t feel like it anymore.Turning, he clapped a hand on Logan’s upper arm. “Go have dinner with him. We’ll go out another time.”
“Next time is on me,” Logan told him. That genuine smile on his face as he shared a moment with Loren threatened to rip my heart right out.
“You might have to fight me over that one.” Loren winked, making Logan blush, and I bit back a groan of frustration.Fucking kill me now.Why the hell had I done this to myself? Oh, yeah. Because I loved him. I lovedhim so damn much I’d take whatever scraps I could, even if it was just a lunch between friends. “Have a good dinner, you two. Later, Logan.”
