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“Yes.” I breathe a shaky laugh.
His thumb gently sweeps up and down my back, and he’s adorably proud when he asks, “Would you like me to kiss you like that again?”
My head bobs lightly. “But if it’s okay with you, I want to try this time.”
Water drips from the tips of his hair when he lowers his chin, and I watch his eyelids flutter closed when I capture his lips again. Boldly, I slip my tongue into his mouth, and the groan I’m rewarded turns my insides ablaze.
I lose control of my thoughts, dipping and retreating, lashing the tip of my tongue against his as I eagerly seek more of that fire. My hands scale up his muscled shoulders to the base of his skull, where I bury my fingers into his smooth, wet locks.
His grip turns punishing as he releases a shudder, and I’m hyperaware that the bulge nudging between our bodies is an indicator that Logan likes this. That maybe… Logan likes me.
With one hand splayed over my cheek, he softens the kiss before pressing his forehead to mine. “Not bad,” he croaks, drawing in air like he’s starving for it. “Not bad at all.”
I don’t know why his admiration matters so much, but I tuck the praise of a job well done into a tiny pocket on the outside of my heart.
We’re grinning from ear to ear when we pull apart, and I know, just as sure as the tide will rise, that I’m going to kiss him again.
In fact, I’m going to kiss him until I’m better at it than he is. I’ll be so damn good at kissing by the end of this summer that he’ll wish he could stay with me, no matter how useless a wish like that will be.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Logan
I’m buzzing with energy when I sit at my desk Monday morning, eager for a day filled with haughty remarks and looks sharp enough to kill.
So Penelope wants to leave the past in the past? Fine. Truth is, when it comes to that woman, I’m a selfish bastard, and if she chooses to work for the money I’d willingly give to ease her troubles, then all the better for me.
I’m casually sipping the last of my coffee when my office door flings open.
“Good morning,” she mutters after adjusting the bag hanging from her shoulder.
I make a show of checking my watch. “I believe I addressed tardiness in our agreement.”
“Two minutes is considered late?”
“Page one states you’re to arrive ten minutes prior to your shift so we can discuss the agenda for the day.”
She scoffs, gathering her long, dark hair before draping it down her back. “Fine. It won’t happen again, sir.”
My pulse quickens as I grip the mug in my hand, struck by how stunning she is with the barest hint of makeup on her pretty face. “You’re correct. It won’t happen again because starting tomorrow morning, you’ll be traveling to work from your new apartment, courtesy of my driver, Javier.”
“You have a chauffeur?”
“Yes.” I suppose that is his official title. However, since the day my father hired him for me, he’s simply been Javier.
“Spoiled much?” That scathing glare conveys she wants to argue further, but what’s left for her to say? She needs somewhere to stay, and therefore, needs me.
“I’ll have a crew collect your belongings as soon as you provide their location.”
“No, no. That won’t be necessary. I’ll have my things moved once I get my own place.”
Stubborn woman.
“Suit yourself. I’ll email you the entry information for the complex this evening, as well as my number, in case you happen to need anything.”
“How generous of you,” she clips, fidgeting when I let my stare linger.
She yanks at the bottom of her tight gray skirt while I whet my appetite with the sight of it clinging to her flared hips and cinching at her waist. And paired with a red silk blouse that accentuates her perky breasts…
