Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Milo shakes his head. “If Mr. Wolfe wants you to spearhead the prototypes, he has his reasons.”
Sure, maybe it’s that, or perhaps it’s the fact that his body is still pulsing with the memory of last night. I try not to let any of my misgivings show. The last thing I want is for Elliot to find out, obviously, but the second to last thing is for any of my coworkers to learn what’s going on.
In the elevator, I adjust my outfit. I unbutton my shirt, then button it back up. What am I thinking? I don’t want him to find me as irresistible in real life as he does in his texts. Do I?
Logan is standing when I enter his office. A visible thrum of tension moves through him. His sleeves are rolled up, and I see his arms tense, his jawline emphasized as he tries to control himself.
“Mr. Wolfe,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow as if to say, So, that’s how we’re playing this.
“Did you hear what happened to The Clam?” I go on, desperate for any change of subject.
He nods seriously. “Somebody threw bricks through their windows in the middle of the night. The security footage shows men in masks, no sign of who they are or why they did it. But it seems like somebody is sending a message.” He walks around the desk. “But that’s not what I’m here. I don’t want you to worry about that.”
“If my brother and my…” Whoa, I need to slow down. I almost just freaking said, boyfriend. “And you’re involved with the mob. Of course, I’m going to be concerned.”
He takes two phones from his desk. “I wanted to give you the second phone. The tech department has enabled the screen share option on Forever Love with some initial animations. I want your ideas on using strategic copy as part of the process. What should the notifications say? What should any pop-up windows say and look like? That sort of thing.”
He hands me the phone. When I take it, our hands touch, and a shimmer moves up my arm. Just being close to him is like being in a sauna.
When I slip the phone into my shirt pocket, I can’t help but notice the way his eyes flit to my breasts. I can’t stop the sensations from sizzling over me.
He must be able to see the look on my face. He lets out a trembling breath, then steps forward and wraps his arm around me.
“Logan,” I whisper, but it comes out as more of a moan than an actual word.
“I know,” he groans, his manhood pressing through his pants against my belly, solid and urgent. “Tell me to stop. Tell me that this is wrong.”
“I can tell you it’s wrong,” I murmur, sliding my touch over his arms and indulgently squeezing his firm muscles. “But I can’t tell you the other thing…”
What are we doing? What’s wrong with us?
When he leans down to kiss me, it’s as if I can somehow let those questions go. I can taste his lips instead. Our mouths open, lust driving us as our tongues caress each other. He possessively moves his hand to my ass, lifting me off my feet.
Memories mix with the present steaminess when he carries me to the desk. It’s just like our first encounter, only so much hotter because we’ve texted about what we’d do to each other if this occasion were to present itself.
He growls through the tight press of our mouths. He can’t stop himself.
But I must. Screw our age gap. I need to be the mature one.
I push my hand against his chest. It takes all my willpower. It’s almost painful to stop this when I want to keep going.
“We have to stop,” I whisper.
“I know,” he says passionately.
“No, seriously. I can’t give you what you want.” I slide off the desk and take several steps away from him. I must create some distance, or I won’t be able to listen to my own advice. “This has gone far enough too many times. I can’t be the woman you want me to be.”
He narrows his eyes in confusion. “Who do you think I want you to be?”
“It seems like you want me to be a woman who fucks you on your desk,” I hiss. I’m not angry at him. I’m angry at the situation, at myself, but that doesn’t stop my voice from wavering. “I’m not that, Logan.”
“I’m not sayin—”
“I’m the furthest thing from that,” I snap. “I’m a virgin who just wants to finally, after so long, do something right, okay? We have to be better than this.”
I spin before I can see his reaction and bolt from the room, resisting the urge to run.
CHAPTER 13
LOGAN
Emotion mixes with carnal hunger as I watch her storm from the office. I want to follow her, but once she’s opened the door, I know it’s a bad idea. I won’t be able to stop myself from kissing her again. My assistant, Clive, might have something to say about that.