Page 12 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

"That's not what I meant," he quickly retracted, but it was too late. The harm had been done.

"But that's what you just said—"

"Stop it!" he exclaimed with a tone of finality. "All I wanted was to apologize to you for what happened earlier to better our relationship here and avoid any other conflict. Not so you can turn my intentions against me—"

“Am I turning your intentions against you? How lovely," I chimed in. "Are you listening to yourself right now?"

—"I will not stand for that. All I meant to say to you is that some things happened in the past." Things? What an excellent way to term it, I thought. "We cannot change what occurred, but we can focus on the present and get over it."

My gosh! I shook my head. He was such a prick. I can't believe I had fallen for this—for him. I glanced down at the polished floors, wishing he would just sink into the ground. I took deep breaths, calming myself.

"Well," I sighed, meeting his gaze once again. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I cannot forget the past as easily as you, who doesn't even acknowledge what really happened—I will not forget it. Also, I do not accept your apology. If anything, I am utterly repulsed by it," I stepped closer, fuming at the very sight of him and loathing the erratic beating of my heart that still yearned for him.

"I do not forgive you! I will not forgive you! And definitely not after this argument which has shown me the very state of your thoughts regarding our past," I enunciated, while glaring at him intensely.

"Suit yourself." He scoffed.

Our gaze locked, there was a fire in his eyes, and my heart pounded even more aggressively. The heat of his gaze spread through my body like wildfire. It was a wonder I could still manage to stand with the pressure building in my stomach.

"One more thing. From this moment, I would like you to stay at least five feet away from me at all times, and under no circumstances must you touch or speak to me. Except if it is work-related, of course," I said, and Logan gave a tight smile.

"If that's what you want, then I have no objections," he backed away from me, his back touching the door. "As long as you do a good job here and try not to let your personal judgment seep into your work. Then we will have nothing to worry about."

"You don't have to worry about that. Just focus on yourself, and I will do my job by writing the truth. Nothing more, nothing less. I can only suggest you be on your best behavior," I forced a smile.

"Is that a threat?"

"It would be unprofessional of me to threaten my client. Don't you think so?" I quizzed. "Rather than a threat, I would say it's good advice from an old friend."

"I see," his eyes traveled to my lips again and lingered on them longer than necessary. He licked his lips, and I wanted so much to taste them. "Well, I guess we have an understanding now," he stepped closer, and I could taste his cologne at the back of my throat, reeling me in.

"Yes. I'm glad we had this," I paused, searching my mind for the word—"Chat," my breath hitched in my throat for a minute as our bodies touched slightly. He was too close for comfort, and it was getting harder to focus.

"Me too," his eyes twinkled like the stars. The space between our lips dwindled into nothing drastically, and the knot in my stomach tightened.

I felt the heat of his breath on my lips, and it took everything in me to step back, denying myself the pleasure of his kiss, which I so desperately yearned for. "Five feet I said. Are you going to breach our agreement so soon?"

Logan appeared disgruntled for a brief moment. He took a few steps back, brushing it off, but the tension remained knitted between us.

"You should leave."

"Yeah. I should," Logan veered around and left my room.

The minute he stepped out of the room, I hurried to the door and locked it. I wasn't sure I could handle it if he returned. It was hard enough the first time. Best not to tempt fate the second time.

I leaned my back against the door with a sigh and gradually slid down its smooth surface until I was seated on the floor, taking a moment to recover from the fleeting physical contact with Logan. I was a mess.

Chapter Eight

Logan

I woke up hard, my dick throbbing with a need for Harper. I closed my eyes, reaching my hand inside my briefs and picturing Harper lying next to me with a smile on her face. "You," I whispered, and she leaned in, touching my face briefly before sealing our lips in a passionate kiss. I kissed her slowly, running my fingers up her arm slowly as I moved closer, pressing our bodies together. My body burned in yearning for her.

I fist her hair, pressing my lips on hers passionately. I parted her lips, sliding my tongue in her mouth so desperately, kissing her more passionately. Harper moaned against my lips softly, and I continued to explore her mouth with my tongue, letting my finger stroll up her legs to the inner parts of her thigh. My dick swelled with anticipation, my body growing more tense as my fingers crawled between her legs.

I kissed her neck, nibbling her soft skin while my finger stroked her pussy gently through her cotton panties. Harper shuddered at the touch, and I did it again, feeling her wetness on my finger. I yanked her panties down and slid a finger into her sweetness, thrusting my finger in her pussy, pumping in and out of her. I doubled my finger, twisting and plunging deeper. She wailed, her legs vibrating aggressively.

I took off my briefs, spreading her legs apart and guiding my dick into her tight pussy quickly. I entered her slowly, filling her up with my length. She moaned, and I began to thrust, picking up the pace with each thrust and feeling my orgasm climbing. I kissed her moans, sucking the sound into my mouth.

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