Page 27 of Billionaire Bachelor
I nuzzle into him, my head resting on his chest.“Agreed.”
Logan’s heart thumps beneath my ear, lulling me into a contented daze.
“We should get up,” I murmur, but make no effort whatsoever to move out of my sexy yoga pose. “You know…make breakfast…do all the things.”
My fuzzy robe is still fully draped over my back, but every part of my front is touchinghisfront. The skin-to-skin contact is making me all kinds of needy.
His hands slip beneath my robe until they’re each filled with one of my ass cheeks. “I have a better idea.”
“I’m sure you do.” I snort.
“Just trying to make the most of our final day.” Logan’s fingers climb upward, lightly massaging the muscles on each side of my spine as he goes.
“Damn, that feels good,” I mumble against his chest.
His hips rise off the mattress. “I can make it feel even better.”
I chuckle. “You’re impossible.”
If I don’t get out of this bed right now, we’re never going to leave it. And as much as I like the idea—because seriously, I’m insatiable with this man—I’d like to spendsomenon-naked quality time with him, too, while we have the chance.
Logan grunts as I extricate myself from his arms and hop off the bed, quickly tying my robe closed.
“C’mon, Lazy Bones, I need food in my belly. And afterward, I think we should go for a nice, long walk in this beautiful winter wonderland. There should be some snowshoes in the shed.”
“Seriously?” His brows lift. “You’d rather brave the below-freezing weather than stay in this nice, warm bed with me? Who are you, and what have you done with Rosalie Morales?”
I give him a wry look. “I know, I know, I’m more outside-y than outdoorsy, but we’re surrounded by a gorgeous landscape, and I haven’t really had a chance to appreciate it.”
Logan sits up, muscles flexing as he stretches. “The things I do for you. Fine. Let’s go.”
I smile. “I knew you’d see it my way eventually.”
“Uh-huh.” He sticks out his lower lip. “Just keep blatantly abusing your position of power, and I’ll keep taking it up the ass.”
I prop a hand on my hip. “Is that your way of telling me you’re into pegging?”
Logan bolts out of bed, stark naked, and grabs me around the waist. As he nuzzles his nose into my neck, he murmurs, “Sweetheart, whateveryou’reinto, I’m game. Just make sure to use plenty of lube if you’re sticking a dildo up my ass.”
I giggle, pushing him away as my cheeks flush. “Put some clothes on, perv.” I flick my hand toward his stupidly perfect, beautifully inked body. “I can only take so much of your grotesque muscles.”
He barks in laughter. “Damn, Pip. You’re brutal on the ego.”
“Nah,” I deny. “You know you love it. Somebody’s gotta keep you in check.” I dig through the dresser, grabbing a pair of thermal leggings and a sweater.
“You volunteering for the job?” Logan’s full lips quirk up in the corners.
“Oh, honey, I’ve already reported for duty and signed all the HR forms.” I give him one of those winks he’s so fond of.
“Is that so?” He retrieves his own set of clothing, his bare ass leading me out of the room. “C’mon, baby. I’ll show you how much I appreciate yourprofessional dedicationin the shower.”
I sigh, feigning exasperation. “Fine. If you must.”
I know I just told him I wasn’t getting sucked into this, but I follow him into the bathroom anyway. I blame the ass. Seriously, you could bounce quarters off the damn thing.
And when he pulls me into the tub, caging my body against the tiles, the hot water isn’t the only thing steaming up the room.
10
