Page 112 of Billionaire Bachelor
Logan’s warm chuckle rumbles through the line. “Ah, Pip, you never fail to make me smile.”
Now I’m smiling.
His hazel eyes are twinkly, his tie is hanging loosely around his neck, and his hair is mussed, like he’s been running his hands through it. I can tell he’s had a long day, but he still looks so freaking good, it’s unfair.
“God, I wish I was in that bed with you,” he says.
“Me too. If you were here, I could be showing you how proud and happy I am for you. With my mouth.” I poke my cheek with my tongue to demonstrate.
He groans. “Don’t say things like that. I have to drop in at the satellite office in the morning. I’m so fucking tempted to charter another jet to fly me back there tonight and bring me back in the morning.”
I snort. “Logan, that is an egregious waste of money. I have no idea how much a chartered jet costs, but I know it’s not cheap. I mean, I know I’ve got skills, but I don’t think they’re ‘paying for a private jet’ kind of skills.”
His lips quirk up in the corner. “Baby, I disagree. Your blowjobs are fucking priceless.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll make you a deal. You tell me all about how your presentation went, and when you’re done…” I slide the hoodie I’m wearing—which just happens to be his—off my shoulder, to show him what I’m wearing underneath. “We can have some FaceTime sex.”
“You’re killing me, Pip.” Logan bites his knuckles. “Show me what else you’re wearing.”
“Can’t,” I say simply. “Not wearing anything else.”
“Jesus,” he mutters, removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.
“Presentation, Logan,” I remind him, lowering the zipper slightly to entice him. “The sooner you give me all the details on how awesome you guys were, the sooner we can get to the orgasms.”
Logan sent me a quick text after they finished their meeting, but he was heading out to celebrate with my brother, so I haven’t had a chance to talk with him until now. I am so freaking proud of him, and I want to hear how it went before we get too distracted by the sexy stuff.
“You always know just what to say to get me to bend to your will, Rosie.”
I chuckle, listening intently as he tells me about how smoothly my brother opened the meeting. How Jared took over the middle, and how Logan came in at the end to close the deal. As if that didn’t already make this day the best ever, Logan and my brother finally hadtheir little heart-to-heart afterward. Their bestie status is officially reinstated, which is a huge relief for both of us.
“I’m so proud of you,” I tell him with a smile. “And not just because you closed this deal. You deserve every success you’ve had and every bit of good fortune. I mean it, Logan. I’ve never known someone who’s more driven or dedicated than you are. At work. In life.
“On top of that, you somehow balance it all in a way that doesn’t compromise who you are or prevent you from spending quality time with the people who matter to you. Do you know how rare that is? I seriously don’t know how you manage it, but I’m so, so lucky to be a part of it.”
I dab at my watery eyes. “God, look at me. I promised you phone sex, but I’m over here giving a lecture on emotional intimacy. Why do you always make me emote? There’s another one of your special talents. Not just anyone can do that, you know.”
I let out a shaky laugh.
“Rosie, look at me.”
Logan’s voice is trembling, and when I lift my gaze, I see why. His eyes are glassy, the green in them more vivid than ever.
I nibble my lower lip, waiting for him to continue.
“I’mthe lucky one,” he insists. “I didn’t think it was possible to love you more, but you just proved me wrong. I really fucking wish we were having this conversation in person right now so I could show you how much.” His gaze drops to my lips. “Jesus, Pip. The things I want to do to that mouth.”
“Aaaaannnnd we’ve just turned the corner from sappy to horny, ladies and gentlemen.”
Yes, we have,my clenching vagina agrees.
Logan laughs. “Oh yeah? Prove it.”
“Why, sir! However would I do that?” My voice is overly dramatic and slightly scandalized because I’m ridiculous like that.
He shakes his head. “Set the phone on your nightstand, facing the bed. I want to see all of you.”
Ooh, he’s bringing out the bossy tone that make my nipples take notice.
