“Fuck, Liv,” I growl. “I want you so bad. But not if you’re going to be pissed about it later.”
She tugs at my hold on her. “I don’t want to think, Logan.” Another tug. Another shift of her hips against my hard cock. “Please... can’t we just not think?”
God, I want to say yes.
I drag my hand down her hip and back up the soft skin of her thigh. My fingers slide under her pajama shorts and tease the edge of her lace panties. So fucking close. “Tell me you don’t hate me Olive, and I swear to God, I’ll make sure you can’t think about anything other than how fucking hard you came on my cock for the rest of the fucking week.
Those green eyes go arctic, and I slide the very tips of my finger under her panties, teasing the delicate skin at the top of her thigh. “Come on, Livvy. Give me the words, and I’ll give you everything your body needs.”
Her chest rises, and she wraps a lean leg around my hip. “Logan?—”
The sharp sound of Maggie’s cry echoes through the monitor, and Olivia’s words die on her lips. Fucking hell. She drops her leg, and I let go of her wrists. Both of us strung tight like the string of a bow, waiting for an arrow to be nocked.
Olivia catches her lip between her teeth, and I drag my hand over my face. “One of these days, you’re going to admit it, Olive.”
“Admit what?” she challenges, her flush still not fading.
I drag my thumb along her pouty lip, freeing it. “Admit that you don’t hate me, Olive. Admit that you never hated me. Admit that you forgive me.”
She sits up, essentially knocking me to the side and her glare narrowing. “Prove you’re worth forgiving, and maybe I’ll forgive you, Adler.” Maggie cries again, and Olivia stands and stares at me, her eyes landing on the bulge in my boxer briefs. “Go shower, hotshot. I’ll get Maggie. You shouldn’t be let out of the room like that. You’re likely to scare someone.”
“Was there a compliment in there somewhere, Olive?”
Those pretty green eyes roll, and my hand twitches with anticipation.
One day, I’m going to spank that ass.
“You’re related to the only other woman in this house. Showing off your monster cock isn’t a compliment to anyone.”
My chest puffs up like a preening peacock. “Monster cock, huh?”
“Obviously.” She slides her shorts off and grabs a pair of my sweats from the chair, and damn, I wish I didn’t like her in my clothes as much as I do. “Why else would I want to take you for a spin?”
I watch her walk out of our bedroom in a tiny tank and gray sweats she’s rolled at the hip about ten times to get them to stay up, and it does nothing but make me want her more.
Her words play over in my mind.
Prove you’re worth forgiving.
Not sure anyone besides my family has ever found me worthy of anything.
Guess it’s time to change that.
Olivia
“Nothing?” I ask, slamming my planner closed, disappointment tasting bitter on my tongue. “Not a single thing? She can’t be a saint, Nina.”
“I didn’t say she was a saint, Liv. But she doesn’t have so much as a parking ticket. She’s never been caught breaking a law. My team hasn’t found any dirt to dig yet. But we’ll keep looking.” Nina shoves another piece of gum in her mouth and leans back in her desk chair, her fingers balancing a pen as she stares at me through the computer screen.
“How’s quitting smoking treating you, Nins?” I tease her. She looks like she’s ready to jump out of her skin.
“Fuck off, Livvy. I haven’t had a cigarette in a month, but my last client came in smelling like smoke, and it was a glorious fucking smell. And before you freak out, I’m not saying we can’t prove she’s an unfit mother in other ways. Just that this is going to take more creativity than I’d originally hoped.”
“What do you need from us?” I ask and look up as Brynlee knocks on my office door. I wave her in and point to the screen.
She nods and closes the door behind her, waiting.
“It’s time for you and Logan to establish yourselves as a stable couple. Be seen. You know the drill. We can’t lose control of this train before it’s even left the station.”
