Logan - Lane Hart Page 0,32

the bed. And while yesterday the innuendo wouldn’t have done a thing because I was hurting, today is a different story. My cock started swelling as soon as I woke up and saw her this morning. Now it’s trying to break out of my pants that don’t do much in the way of holding it down.

“Ah, yeah,” I agree since I’ll never turn down a chance for Brayden to touch me.

When she stands up, I step forward, and then the magic begins.

Unlike yesterday, as soon as her fingertips touch my skin, I shiver with need. She starts with my chest this time when usually she goes from my face down. I’m not complaining. Brayden gnaws on her bottom lip in concentration as she works, and it’s so fucking adorable I want to lean down and kiss her.

But I can’t.

So instead, I clench my teeth and try not to let my arousal show. There’s no way I’ll be able to deal with her on her knees, though, so when she starts to kneel, I grab her by her elbow to keep her standing up.

“Thanks, but I can reach my legs today,” I tell her.

“Are you sure?” she asks like she’s a little disappointed that I stopped her.

“Ah, yeah, I’m sure,” I reply. “So, um, what do you want to do today?” I ask before she gets in the shower.

“You mean, you think you want to go out?” she asks.

“What?” I huff teasingly. “Do I still look too bad? I’ll wear my sunglasses and go buy some long sleeves,” I assure her.

“No, you look fine,” she says. “I just wasn’t sure if you would feel like going out.”

“I feel better. Promise,” I tell her. “Now, what should I get you to wear out today and home tomorrow? After I get back and we get dressed, we can head out.”

“Sounds good,” Brayden agrees. “Can you grab me a few dresses, size small?”

“Sure,” I reply. Then I try to figure out how to ask her the sizes of her intimates. “Um, what about, you know, undergarments?”

“Nah, I’m good,” she says before she grins and flounces over to the bathroom where, of course, she leaves the door open.

Jesus fucking Christ. How am I supposed to walk around in public with her knowing she’s not wearing any panties or a bra under her dress?

Using all of my willpower, I force my feet to turn around and head down the stairs before I stoop to the low level of trying to sneak a peek.

God’s obviously testing me, just as I suspected. And I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to pretend like I don’t want to bend Brayden over and fuck her on every available surface in the room.

It’s wrong to even think such a thing, but I can’t seem to help myself.

I’m an awful, dirty man who wants to sleep with his boss’s daughter. I’d do anything for just one night with her to work out all of the fantasies that have been building up since the first night we met.

Brayden doesn’t seem interested in any men right now, and I’m certain my lobster look isn’t gonna help my cause. Besides, she’s off limits, I remind my persistent dick.

I mean, if she kissed me, I sure as hell wouldn’t turn my cheek. But that’s not going to happen.

Even knowing it’s a long shot, I still want to take her out to a nice dinner and see where the night goes.

A man can dream, right?

The worst thing that happens is we come home and sleep in the same bed without touching each other like the other night, and then get up and fly home tomorrow to go our separate ways. I’ll still have memories of her that I’ll be able to keep. I can already tell that there’s no way I’m going to be able to just throw myself into work to get her off my mind, though.

Brayden is the type of woman who has seeped her way under my skin, so now there’s no way to get rid of her. Not that I would even want to. Having a few memories of her from this week that I can’t forget is better than having never met her.

That would’ve been a real shame. So for that, I’m thankful.

Now, I have to go shopping and find us both something to wear tonight.

Since I know Brayden doesn’t like to be alone, I hop into the first cab I see and ask the driver to take me to