Page 77 of Mine to Love

The line. This is precariously close, if not past it. Pleasure inside a place of business. It is exactly what Logan said would not happen.

“Do you think I’m surly, too?”

Realization sets in. He’s still fired up about his family’s teasing last week. I can play or I can placate. I have seconds to plan my strategy.

“Sometimes.”

“And bossy?”

I lick my lips and arch my back. “Bossy isn’t always a bad thing.” Please don’t be mad I’m crossing the line. You did it first.

Logan’s nostrils flare and his chest rises and falls with his rapid breath. His heated stare hasn’t left my face since he pinned me against the door.

“You don’t want me to be serious all the time?” His gaze flicks to my mouth and stays there.

I bite my bottom lip and tilt my hips just enough so I can feel more of his hardness. “It depends.”

“On?” he asks, after a beat.

This is it. Once we cross this line there will be no going back. I won’t be able to walk into his office without hoping he’ll do this again, take me forcefully against the door. I glance over his shoulder at the desk.

Or drape me across his desk or ride him on his office chair.

“What you’re doing. What we’re doing.”

“I need clarification.” He keeps his arms locked to my sides and draws back so his front is no longer pressed up against mine.

“Do you enjoy being serious?”

“I enjoy...” He clenches his jaw, fighting his words, his ethics.

That has to be it. Logan won’t forgive himself if he breaks his own code of conduct. While I want to continue the flirting, the teasing, the heated sex that is sure to come, I also want Logan to have no regrets.

“Logan.” I lift my hands and cup his face. “I admire your business ethic. You’ve treated me with nothing but respect whether we’re at work or in my apartment. The only lines are the ones we make. If our lines don’t match up, we need to talk about that.”

A soft sigh escapes his lips and I feel it across my cheek. “Where’s your line, Reese.”

I smirk up at him. “It’s thin. And we haven’t even come close.”

“God.” He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against mine. “I’ve never done this. Ever.”

“If I thought you were the kind of guy who slept around with his employees...” Hell, I still would have slept with him, because my ethics and standards aren’t as high as his. “I trust you, Logan.”

Pinned against the door of his office, my panties soaked, is not the time to declare any true emotions or feelings. Trust is all I can give him right now.

Logan opens his eyes and pierces me with them before devouring my mouth with his. He keeps his hands on the door, but I don’t restrain myself. I loop them around his neck and hook one leg around his hip, thanking the sex gods for talking me into wearing a cute skirt today. Easy access in the heat of passion is an added bonus.

He breaks the kiss long enough to bark out a string of curses before gipping my other leg and hauling it around his hip. His fingers dig deep into my thighs, and I relish the almost-pain.

“Logan,” I moan, tugging on the ends of his hair and lifting myself onto him. “Please.”

“Hold on.” He squeezes my right thigh and moves his hand between us, unbuckling his belt and freeing himself. I feel his warm length against my inner thigh and grind my pelvis into him. “Wait, sweetheart.”

Those endearments, only said in the heat of the moment, will be the death of me. I suck on his earlobe, then trace the curve of his ear with my tongue.

“Shit. You have to slow down. I need to—”

“I need you.” I work the knot of his tie loosening it and attempt to open his shirt.

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