Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Our underwear joins the cooking utensils on the floor and we have wild, fast, hungry sex right on the granite countertop.
There are dried spaghetti noodles spilled everywhere and chopped basil in my hair by the end of it, and I’ve never felt more completely devoured and satisfied in my life.
He picks my limp body up off the island and cuddles me on the floor, both of us panting and glistening with sweat.
He kisses my temple and strokes my hair as the city glows behind us.
“Don’t leave me,” he says quietly, his voice rough with something deeper than lust. “Stay. Please stay.”
I look up into his loving brown eyes and see nothing but vulnerability and need. It makes me fall for him just a little bit more.
I’m about to answer, but Munchies interrupts us. He comes strutting back over with a look of complete disdain on his flat furry face.
‘I’m telling,’ he seems to be saying.
“Munchies, meet Logan,” I say, presenting the two men in my life to one another.
Munchies struts over and gives Logan a quick whack on his arm, just to let him know who’s the boss of the house.
We both laugh as the drama queen turns with a hiss and struts back down the hallway.
Everything feels too good to be true as Logan’s deep rumbling laugh vibrates through me.
How can I leave this?
How can I say no to this?
I don’t think I can.
Maybe I will stay.
Maybe being in this man’s warm comforting arms in this amazing city is where I’m meant to be.
It sure feels that way.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Amber
Isaunter into Logan’s office, swaying my hips seductively as I pull out a chair in front of his huge mahogany desk. I eye him without saying a word as I sit down, crossing my legs and keeping my back straight.
He looks up from his papers and lets out a little groan when he sees my breasts thrust out.
“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Mr. Strickland,” I say in a throaty voice, my hands folded primly in my lap. “I’m very interested in being your new secretary, although I’ll settle into any position you want me in.”
His dark eyes narrow hungrily on me.
“I like to work hard,” I say, licking my lips seductively. “In fact, nothing would please me more than to be on your desk while you work me as hard as you can.”
He sits back and crosses his arms, his eyes lifting, dark and slow, as they rake up my body, clearly undressing me.
“And what qualifications do you bring to the role, Miss Fletcher?”
I grin as I roam my eyes over Logan’s sexy suit.
“I’m great at dictation,” I say, nibbling on my bottom lip. “I prefer to work one-on-one with the boss and you’ll find that I’m very good at taking direction.”
“What about multi-tasking?” he asks in a low gravelly voice.
“Excellent at it,” I say, running my hand along my thigh. “I can use my mouth and my hands at the same time.”
“That will come in handy,” he says as his heated eyes drop to my legs. “I’ll be working that mouth and those hands very hard.”
“Sounds right up my alley,” I say, wiggling my shoulders. “Can I get a hands-on demonstration of your leadership style?”
He grins as he stares me down. Uh oh. I know that look. It usually ends with me bent over, sweaty, and screaming his name.
Logan stands, his chair sliding back as he rounds the desk, his heated eyes fixated on me.
I shift in the seat, heart pounding as I watch him prowl closer. I’m trying to act like I’m not completely breathless. “I’m proficient at spreadsheets, spreading in the sheets, and anticipating my boss’ every, single, need.”
“Sounds like you’re perfect to work under me,” he says as he stops right in front of me and cups my jaw. God, my heart is pounding…
“And how are you at handling long, hard, demanding projects?”
I look up at him with an innocent look. “I don’t mind staying late to make sure the boss is satisfied.”
He groans, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “Do you follow instructions well?”
“Very well.” I lean forward just enough to show him some cleavage. “You say jump, I say how high. You say take off your panties, I say I’m not wearing any.”
His lips twitch like he’s holding back a groan.
“And what is your greatest weakness?” he asks, voice husky as he slides his hand to the back of my neck and into my hair. It gives me goosebumps.
I rise from the chair, dragging my hand up his red tie as I do. “Tall, grumpy CEOs. I can’t get enough of them.”
He closes the space between us in one step, his hand sliding to my hip as he growls, “You’re hired.”
I grin as I press up on my toes and whisper against his mouth, “I accept.”