Page 103 of Hearts Storm

Rinsing the conditioner from my hair, I shut off the water and grab a towel, wrapping it around myself before stepping out.

Air catches in my lungs when I step inside my room.

Logan is lying on my bed, sheets pooled around his waist, bare torso on full display, every ridge and valley of his abs carved by the thin strip of moonlight cutting across the bed.

Tattooed arm butterflied behind his head, the full sleeve of ink is a dark, intricate map against his dusky skin. His gaze drags over me, full of pure, unadulterated lust.

A low growl rumbles from his chest, skittering across my skin.

“Get your sexy ass over here.”

My stomach flips with excitement as I drop the towel, slowly making my way across the room.

His eyes darken, tracking the movement before snapping back to my face. “Jesus Christ, Angel.”

The second I reach the bed, he lifts the sheets, and I slide in. He pats his chest in silent invitation, and I tuck myself against his side, resting my head over his heart, reveling in the warmth of his body as it envelops me. The steady thump-thump-thump beneath my ear is one of the most comforting sounds I’ve ever heard.

Untucking his hand from behind his head, he threads his fingers through my damp hair. For a long moment, we just lie there in the dark, listening to each other breathe.

“So.” Logan’s deep voice vibrates against my cheek. “I have an idea. Thought about it on the drive over.”

“Mmm?” I trace a lazy circle over his abs, smirking with glee when his muscles twitch beneath my fingertips.

“Brex used you to manipulate me,” he says casually, a playful edge in his tone. “And you let him.”

I grin and nod against his shoulder. “True story.”

“Well, I think he deserves a little payback.” I shift my head to look at him, just in time to see a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. “What would you say if I asked you to help me get back at him?”

“How?”

“Text him.” Logan moves his hand from my hair to my shoulder, lightly brushing his thumb up and down my arm. “Tell him after we had sex in my office, I shut down. Pushed you away. Told you I needed to think about things.”

My jaw drops. “You want me to lie?”

“Just want to make him sweat a little.” His grin widens. “He spent the whole night fucking with me in front of my superiors. Let him think it backfired. It’ll serve him right.”

I giggle, reaching for my phone on the nightstand. “You’re evil.”

“Been told a time or two.”

Snuggling back into his side, I hold my phone up so we can both see the screen. Logan’s arm wraps around me, chin resting on top of my head as I pull up Brex’s contact information.

Logan and I had sex in his office, but he shut down after. Says he needs to think about things.

It takes less than ten seconds for Brex to respond.

BREX

That fucker. Don’t worry, Pretty. I’ll have a talk with his stubborn ass tomorrow.

Logan snorts.

Dots pulse on the screen.

BREX

Need some company? I can come over.