Page 83 of Bad Love

Her eyebrowslift.

“I’m serious. Ask me for help. With this, withanything.”

Her eyes widen a degree, and she licks her lips, but I’m dead serious. I don’t think I’ve ever said that to a woman. The only reason I do is because I know she won’t takeadvantage.

Or maybe I want her to. I want her to want something from me because I want to give it toher.

“Buy fifty tickets for Rory’s talentshow.”

“Done.”

She blinks. “I wasjoking.”

“I wasn’t. I’ll buy fifty seats and fill ‘em with anyone you want. Actors. Models. Philanthropists. Ventriloquists.” A laugh bubbles out of her, and I can’t help smiling. “I’m serious. There’s a lot I’d do foryou.”

Her gaze searches mine. “Thank you. But I can’t ask you to buy fifty tickets for my son’s schoolevent.”

I step closer, forcing her to tilt her chin up to meet my gaze and bringing our hips together. “You could ask me to buyone.”

Silence stretches betweenus.

She's standing just out of reach. Not literally. In the space between us, between who she is and who I am. I don't know how to bridge it, but I also realize that I wantto.

I want it like nothing I can rememberwanting.

Her eyes drift to half-mast. "Logan… I don’t know what’s going onhere.”

“Sure, you do. It’s a story as old as time.” I run a finger down her bare arm until the hairs stand up. “Boy meetsgirl.”

My lips graze her ear, and sheshivers.

“Boy begs girl to sell sex toys forhim.”

Her half laugh ends on a sharp inhale as I skim my lips across herjaw.

“Boy gets to know girl. Finds himself inexplicably addicted to girl. And girl’s kid’sscones.”

I kiss her again. Her low moan is different from the first time because I know her now. I like her. I crave her. Not in the way you want something you've never had, but in the way you want something you can't get enoughof.

She reaches for my face, but I grab her hips. I spin her and press her against my kitchen island. “What I don’t know is where the girl’sat.”

“She’s not a girl,” Kendall whispers. “She’s a woman. And she hasresponsibilities.”

"Semantics," I mutter against her throat. “Don’t avoid thequestion.”

Kendall doesn't move except toward me, pressing her hips against mine and flashing those dark hazel eyes at me. “I like you, Logan,” she confesses under her breath. “Okay? I like your smile and your sense of humor and the way you take care of your family business even when you don’t want to. I like your hands and everything you do with them. I like your creativity, especially when you use it to make my sonhappy.”

My pulse is thrumming, and I don’t know if it’s from her touch or herwords.

“I like that you don’t apologize for who you are. And even though it feels wrong… I really,reallylike your tongue ring,” she confesses against mymouth.

“Thank fuck.” I yank her shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor. "Because as long as we're working together, I'm going to come thinking of you. And it’s more fun if we do ittogether."

I work her pants down, revealing a black lace thong that matches her bra and has me biting back agroan.

New plan, I decide as I shift her up on the island. She tries to move the papers out of the way and succeeds in sending several sheets drifting through the air before they settle on my kitchenfloor.

“The first two times you caught me by surprise. No more. You want the Logan Way?” I reach back and drag my shirt over my head, taking my sweet time because her rough exhale is so delightful, before tossing it on the floor with the papers. Her eyes devour my chest, my abs, before I finish. “You’re going to have to asknicely.”

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