Page 6 of Trapped In His Harem

“Um, I don’t like popcorn, actually,” I stammer back in a whisper.

“What kind of snacks do you like then?” he drawls lazily, his lips grazing my neck. I can’t help but close my eyes momentarily in pleasure.

“Chocolate,” I reply breathlessly, “anything chocolate.”

“I’m sure we have something that fits the bill,” he grins, and makes to stand up and get it.

“No, no, you stay here. You have guests. I’ll go,” I blurt out. “Where are the snacks?” After all, I need a moment to compose myself, slow my heartbeat, and get my pulse under control. We’re only in the first five minutes of the movie but I’m already feeling sweat break out on my brow. I need to plant myself firmly back into the driver’s seat.

Logan grins.

“There’s a pantry full of snacks back there,” he nods his head in the direction of the back of the room. “Are you sure?”

“Of course,” I smile. As I get up and walk to the back of the room, I can feel the man’s eyes on my ass, my thighs. My heart flutters and I hurry into a full-size kitchen with a door to the pantry on the left. Perfect.

I enter the small space and close the door behind me, grateful to have some space to myself. The light clicks on automatically and I gasp because this isn’t auxiliary storage. Instead, I’m standing in a large room with shelves that go all the way to the ceiling. Not only that, but the shelves are stacked full with every snack imaginable, including candy, crackers, cookies, and even cereal.

But I’m not here for snacks, not really. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, feeling my heart rate slow and my breath level out. My body calms and I open my eyes again.

“Okay, Jasmine,” I whisper to myself. “This could be it. Just play it cool. You can do this.” After all, I don’t want to come off like some naïve, innocent girl. I’m wearing a get-up worthy of Elvira, and I need to act like it.

So I stand up straight and motivate myself.You are desirable.Act sexy. Be sexy. Will this work? But thinking about the huge man outside gets me all flustered again. Okay, this is getting too crazy. I need to just get a chocolate snack and head back before Logan starts suspecting something untoward.

I select a bag of chocolate candy, barely glancing at the wrapper, and start towards the door. But just as I’m about to put my hand on the handle, the wooden slab swings opens. Keira Knightly is saying something outside on screen, but she’s immediately snuffed back out Logan steps into the pantry, shutting the door behind him. This is a big space, but it suddenly feels too small with his massive form inside. In fact, his broad shoulders almost completely span the interior, and his dark head brushes the ceiling. Oh god, oh god. What do I do?

“Hi,” I stammer. “Got the chocolate!” I blurt, holding the candy up.

The handsome man looks bemused.

“Glad you found something you like,” he drawls. “You’ve been gone for a while, Jasmine.” My attempts to calm my nerves are immediately undone as this man towers over my curvy form. My breath sticks in my throat and my knees go jelly-like because somehow, the sash to his robe has come undone and the material’s open over his chest revealing thick, hard slabs of muscle as well as a pair of silk boxers.

“Oh,” I gasp, cheeks flushing. Sure enough, right there, under the soft, silky material of his shorts is the shape of an enormous bulge. It looks so huge, in fact, that it’s wrapped around his waist like a coiled monster.

My throat goes dry, and I force myself to look at his face, but I’m distracted by that thick cock. He grins, reading my thoughts.

“Those are pretty good,” he says in a light voice, glancing at the bag of chocolate in my hand. “You’ll like them. They’re from Switzerland.” Wait, what did he just say? I stare dumbly at the candy in my hand.

“Right, right. I’ve never heard of this brand, but I like to try new things,” I muster weakly as a reply, and take a step towards the door. But Logan moves to block it, his hand on the handle and my heart-rate accelerates as if it’s just been doused in jet fuel. I stop in my tracks, my pupils dilating unconsciously.

“Hold on just a minute,” he drawls, his blue eyes flashing at me. I look up expectantly, my heart hammering in my chest. “How come you didn’t show up with your friend tonight? Lily, I think you said her name was?” Shoot! I curse inwardly as I realize I completely forgot to make the excuse Mom and I agreed on. I had been so distracted by my excitement and trying to play it cool that I totally blanked.

“Oh, she, umm,” I stammer, “I forgot to say, she’s got a migraine. You now, the really bad kind where they’re laid up in bed with an ice pack on their forehead, totally unmoving. But Lily would love to come to the next movie night!” I add with a smile. “She’s so bummed that she’s sick.”

Logan nods, looking thoughtful.

“Is that so?”

I nod feverishly in return.

“Oh yeah. She’s really sick. Practically hospital-worthy. Plus, I know Lily will feel even more terrible after I tell her that we watchedLove, Actuallybecause she adores this movie. She’s a huge Hugh Grant fan. Or maybe I shouldn’t tell her the movie because it’ll just make her feel worse.”

I’m babbling like an idiot, and Logan finally chuckles.

“Okay, enough with this bullshit. You’re so nervous, Jasmine, that it’s palpable. Who are you and why are you here?”

Oh shit. I pretend surprise.

“I told you!” I giggle, “I’m visiting my friend, but she’s laid up right now.”

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