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“Justice,” Vincent calls out. “Head to the back. Make sure everything looks clear.” He nods, grabbing my hand, but Vincent’s words stop me. “Leave her here.” Logan freezes, his eyes shooting to mine. “I’ll take good care of her while you’re doing your job.” His acrid tone doesn’t go unnoticed. Logan takes one last look at me, his expression blank, and turns on his heel, heading toward a back door.
The air in the room shifts as my safety net disappears. The moment the door shuts behind him, my nerves spike, anxiously begging for him to come back. My eyes stay trained on the men maneuvering boxes while I begin fidgeting with my hands.
“Finding all this interesting?”
I jerk at the sound of his voice, bringing my attention away from the worker bees to Vincent. The way he eyes me with such hunger makes me uncomfortable, as if he already has me naked and bound in his mind. I clear my throat. “Yeah, looks like a well-run catering company. Must have great Yelp reviews to haul this much food at once.”
Vincent’s laugh is loud at first, then dissolves into a low, mocking chuckle. He brings his hard eyes back to mine. “Such the personality you have. I see why Logan has kept you to himself this whole time.”
My shoulders lift, hoping to hide my nerves with a carefree shrug. “We’re private about our relationship.” Please don’t ask anything else. Please—
“Must be since he’s worked for me for two years and I’ve never once heard about you. Not even a little slip. Someone as beautiful as you, I can’t imagine he wouldn’t want to brag just a little.” He leans into me, inhaling the scent of my hair. “Ah yes…impossible. You smell heavenly. If you were mine, I’d take good care of you. All your needs.” His eyes crudely roam down my face to my breasts. His tongue protrudes as he licks his bottom lip, still trailing down until his heated stare threatens to burn my dress right off. “Tell me, does Logan satisfy your needs?”
My cheeks heat with embarrassment. His hand groping himself has me on the verge of sprinting to the nearest exit. Before I can, his arm shoots forward, capturing my arm. His hold is rough, and I wince in pain. “Answer me.”
I fail at hiding my fear, worried my shaky, shallow breaths are giving me away. Since I don’t want to die tonight, I rein in my emotions. Calming my nerves, I slap a confident smile on my face. “Logan knows exactly how to rev my engine, if that’s what you’re asking. Knows every inch of my body. If you’re wondering if I think someone else could please me the way he does, I doubt it. Only Logan Justice knows how to make me scream.” I hold my breath, fighting not to hyperventilate. Because where in the hell did that come from? I thank my lucky stars above for dirty romance books. They may have just saved my life.
A door slamming and shoes hitting the floor have us turning to see Logan returning. “Everything’s clear. Last crate’s been disassembled. We’re good to head out.”
The second he’s within arm’s reach, I jump up into his arms. He’s a bit startled but pulls me into his chest, not fighting me when I bring my lips to his. I kiss him hard, my mouth opening his, my tongue slipping in for an erotic dance. His hands grab my butt, squeezing and pressing himself into me. Our kiss turns bruising and possessive as a hungry growl travels up his throat. He sucks in my bottom lip and bites. We stay locked together, neither showing any signs of letting up. The deeper our kiss, the more invisible the world around us becomes. I could go on like this forever.
“All right. I get it. Not for the taking.” Vincent’s low voice slices through our moment, and Logan breaks away, his eyes carnal, taking in my swollen lips.
He lets go of me, and I slide down his chest, still gripping his suitcoat. “Miss me, baby?” His voice is light, unrestrained, unlike mine, sounding deep with desire.
I make an attempt at clearing away the impulsive thoughts of ripping his shirt open and feathering his hard chest with kisses. Because since this isn’t a damn fairytale, and I’m fighting to stay alive and make headlines, I hold back, forcing out a standard response. “I’m horny, babe. Let’s hurry up and get out of here. I need you to do all the things you know I love.” Or I’m going to stick my foot farther into my mouth.
“That’s enough,” Vincent barks, and I jump out of my skin. When I turn to face him, his eyes flame with rage. I’d put money on some envy lingering in there too. Logan catches it as well and wraps me in his arms. His lips find my ear, his voice barely a whisper. “I’m gonna get you out of here. Just keep it together a little bit longer.”
