Page 49 of Mine to Love

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

What the hell was I thinking? I fumble in the dark for my shirt, finding it flung over the television in the living room, and slide into my loafers. I screwed Reese’s brains out. Three times. I’ve never had wild, unabandoned sex like that before. She brings out a raw, animalistic side of me I had no idea was buried beneath my Italian suits.

Reese is a woman who deserves to be treated like a princess, yet I’d taken her against the wall, from behind, and in the shower like a horny bastard paying for an all-night hooker.

“Shit.” I pat down my pockets making sure I have my keys and wallet and creep out of her room without waking her. It’s a weak and cruel move, I know, but I don’t know how to handle the morning after, especially since I’ll be seeing her in the office in less than four hours.

A notepad and pen sit on the coffee table. I could leave a note. I should leave a note. I could leave her a text. But I don’t. Letting myself out as quietly as possible, I hang my head all the way to the lobby where I wait for the valet to bring my car around.

I don’t frequent the hotel often, and I hope the staff only knows me by name and not face. The walk of shame isn’t one I’ve ever made before.

“Have a good evening, um, morning, Mr. Pierce.”

“Thank you,” I grumble, slipping the valet a fifty. So much for being incognito.

I leave the top down, hoping the wind on my face will wake me up after a night of no sleep. Doug’s dinner still sits on the floor of the passenger’s side. When I’m home, I toss the food in the trash and my clothes in the dry-cleaning bag. I drag myself to the bathroom, turn on the shower and step in before it has time to warm up. When the water hits my body, her smell permeates the air. I don’t want to wash away her scent, but I won’t be able to think straight at the office with her smell still on me. With her taste still on my tongue.

I scrub and rinse, then brush my teeth and shave. It’s early, but I’ve been at work before the crack of dawn plenty of times before. There’s no traffic on the streets of Austin which gives me too much time to think about Reese’s curves. The sweetness of her kisses. About the way her body responded to mine, again and again. To hear the strain in her voice as she screamed out my name, over and over again.

“Shit.” I close the roof of the car and zip into the parking garage. Thankful for the empty offices, I sit behind my computer and go through my calendar. First on the list is a meeting with Reese to go over the new job, her roles, and start collaborating on the Victor project.

I slam my fist against my desk. There’s no way in hell I can face her this morning. Or ever. Just thinking about her gets me hard again. I fire off an email to Doug and Melinda, pack my laptop and got the hell out of dodge.

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I’M NOT SURPRISED TO find my bed empty in the morning. In fact, I’m grateful Logan slipped away while I was sleeping to avoid the awkwardness of the morning after.

I’ve only had to deal with the morning after a couple times, and those were college guys. Since moving home and caring for Dad, my sleepovers are few and far between.

I roll over and smile at the soreness between my legs remembering how aggressive and dominant naked Logan was compared to dressed Logan. It was the perfect evening of good food, a relaxing walk, and wild sex.

Now back to reality. I climb out of bed and take a shower, remembering how Logan had pinned me to the wall and soaped my body, bringing me to orgasm with his fingers.

An hour later, I’m dressed and ready to pretend I hadn’t been an active member in the sex Olympics last night. Checking out my butt in the mirror, I hike the pencil skirt a few inches higher and contemplate undoing the top button of my blouse. Maybe later, when and if I have Logan alone in a room.

Although, I don’t want him or anyone else to think I’m using sex to secure this job. Last night he’d told me it was all about pleasure. Logan takes his work too seriously. He wouldn’t hire me because I put out. Multiple times. Or because I gave him a blow job. Twice. He’s too clean a guy for that.

But naked Logan...

With a satisfied smile, I leave my room and meet Max by the waiting car outside the hotel. Ten minutes later, I step out of the elevator and am greeted by Doug.

“You’re here. How’s your sister?”

“The doctor was right. Braxton Hicks. She still has three weeks until her due date, but babies have a timeline of their own.”

“Is she okay today?”

“She is. Thank you for asking. I’m sorry I cut our evening short. How was dinner?”

“Delicious. We brought your dinner home. Well, Logan did. He uh...” It stayed in his car all night and wouldn’t be good anymore.

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