Page 14 of Billionaire Bachelor
“I disagree.” She shakes her head, her lips pressing into a frustrated line. “Look. I’ll admitsomeguys I’ve been with didn’t even try. But a few really did, Logan. They gave it their best shot.”
I take a deep breath, tamping down the urge to growl like a damn caveman. Then, I look her directly in the eye, knowing what I’m about to say is going to make things really fucking awkward between us, or really fucking awesome.
“Well, then, if you’re willing…I’d be honored if you’d allow me to prove you wrong.”
5
ROSALIE
When I suggestedwe take a dip in the hot tub, I thought we’d have some wine, a heavy dose of flirting, and maybe a side of banter. If things went especially well, we’d make out a little and then see where it goes from there. But never in a million years, did I think I’d share something so embarrassing, and in turn, Logan would offer to give me an orgasm.
Logan Edwards wants to give me an orgasm!
Me!An orgasm!
Am I hallucinating? Perhaps I drank more than I thought, blacked out, and now I’m dreaming. That makes a helluva lot more sense than all of my teenage dreams suddenly coming to life.
“Rosie? Did you hear what I said?”
I’d be honored if you’d allow me to prove you wrong.
“Oh, I heard you all right.” I wave my hand breezily. “I’m just trying to figure out if you’re real or a figment of my imagination.”
Logan’s deep chuckle reverberates through my veins. “I can assure you, I amveryreal, sweetheart. If you come over here and sit on my lap, you’d have no doubt.”
His hazel eyes burn through me, silently begging me to call his bluff.
“Are you screwing with me? Is this because of the texts you saw earlier?”
He takes a moment to answer. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. Those texts wereawesome. I would never give you—or any woman, for that matter—shit for being sex-positive. But I don’t want to fuck this up, Rosie. You’re too important to me.”
His words slam into me, obliterating any lingering doubts about seeing this through.
“If you want this,” he continues, his voice deep and rough, each word tinged with a gravelly edge, “I need you to make it crystal clear because once we cross that line, there’s no going back. If you’re not interested, that’s cool, too. I promise I’ll fully respect your decision, and we can pretend this entire conversation never happened.”
I take a moment to steady myself, my pulse thrumming in my ears as my mind races. Logan’s sincerity is undeniable, his raw emotion laid bare in the way he looks at me—open, honest, and unwavering. My decision is already made but acknowledging it—saying it out loud—will make it real, and that’s what has my nerves buzzing like live wires.
Here we go.
The steaming hot water cascades down my body as I rise, sending shivers over my skin. My nipples harden in response to the cold air, drawing Logan’s mesmerizing greenish-gold gaze. I close the short distance between us, straddling his lap with a confident grace. I can feel the undeniable evidence of his arousal beneath me, and without hesitation, I sink down.
“Fuck,” he says under his breath, swallowing hard.
“I know.” I moan as the outline of his shaft rubs against me, igniting sparks of desire throughout my body. “Is this clear enough for you?”
He wraps a hand around each one of my hips. “And then some.”
“Good,” I whisper as he tilts his chin up. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
His grip tightens, his thumbs pressing just enough to make my pulse hitch. “So many things.”
The steam rises around us like a curtain, clinging to my skin. The hot water bubbles and hums beneath me, but it’s nothing compared to the heat pooling low in my belly. Logan’s eyes lock on mine—steady, unyielding, and blazing with intent—as the entire world around us seems to fade away.
When our mouths finally collide, an explosive rush of emotions and desire course through my veins. My lips part, and our tongues dance as I continue to grind on his lap. An inferno blazes between us, a fire that neither of us are in any hurry to extinguish. I can feel Logan’s eager anticipation in every touch, every kiss, every thrust, and I return it with equal fervor.
“I never thought I’d have the chance to feel your lips again,” he murmurs. “It’s even better than I remember.”
My breath catches as memories of that night flicker through my mind. They’re soft and fleeting, his lips on mine, the faint taste of champagne on his tongue, and the bittersweet ache of something we both wanted but were too afraid to claim. But it ended before we ever really had a chance to begin. After that night, we seemed to have an unspoken agreement to pretend it hadn’t meanteverything. God, why did we wait nine long years to do this again? We were such fools.
