Page 63 of Two Sticky Nuts

Suddenly, I can’t feel my fingertips or toes. My blood is rushing to other places. I want him. I want him even if he loathes me or calls me stupid. Not because those things are even close to okay, but because I feel it with him. I just saw the worst of this man, and I can honestly say that despite putting pickles on his pecker being the kinkiest shit I’ve ever done, and that touching him was truly the highlight of my sexual journey as a woman, what I really felt was pure possessiveness.

“I didn’t want to share you when we first met, Logan. And I still feel the same.”

He frowns. “You are truly an odd woman.”

I think I’m beginning to realize it, too.

He adds, “And I don’t think I’d share you either.”

I can’t believe he said that. And now I can’t seem to catch my breath. “So where do we go from here?”

“I feel the overwhelming urge to fall in love with you.” He presses his hand to my cheek.

I melt inside. “Kiss me.”

“I’m not sure I should. We’ve both said and done too many things.”

“Do it now or say goodbye, Logan. But I have to know.”

“Know what?” he asks.

“If this is real.”

He kisses me hard, and I instantly feel swallowed up whole, but in the best kind of way—vibrations rippling over my skin, waves crashing in my stomach, and my mind spinning like a tornado. His warm lips and the taste of him on my tongue triggers a slideshow of what I’d like to do to him privately. That muscled, tanned body between my thighs. His big, beautiful cock inside me. Those hard abs, slick with sweat, gliding over my bare stomach.

I pull away.

“What’s wrong. Having second thoughts?” he asks.

“Second, third, fourth, and fifth. I’m having all the thoughts.”

“It’s because I let you put pickled cucumbers on my testicles, isn’t it?”

I’m about to tell him I’d like to put my lips there, too, when my cell rings. I take it out of my pocket. It’s Skippy.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Hey, Mila. I went through hours of footage. Carter isn’t at Miguel’s here in Dallas.”

“What?”

“They didn’t take him back to the house,” Skippy says.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he replies.

“Then where is he?”

“I don’t know, but I heard Miguel tell his housekeeper he’d be at his farm in Miami this week.”

“Do you think that’s where they took Carter?” I ask.

“They mentioned some important business that has to be taken care of.”

Taken care of? Like killing a person and dumping the body?

The blood rushes from my face, and I look at Logan. “He thinks they’ve taken Carter to Miami.”

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