Page 58 of Billionaire Bachelor

“That’s it, baby.” Logan pulls back, lightly biting one of my ass cheeks as I teeter on the brink of ecstasy. “Come all over my tongue, Rosie.”

It’s futile to do anything other than obey because in the next moment, I’m freefalling off a cliff, my entire body quaking with the force of my orgasm. A tidal wave of pleasure crashes over me until I’m practically boneless. Logan’s talented tongue continues to lick and suck at me until my knees buckle, panting heavily as he pulls my ragdoll body into his lap.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” he whispers, kissing me deeply as our breaths mingle.

I’m incapable of words, my mind still reeling from the experience.

Logan brushes some hair away from my eyes. “You wanna head back to your place and continue this?”

I nod, still incapable of speech.

My god, that was probably the most erotic experience of my life. I feel like I say that a lot these days, but it’s true every time until a new one surpasses it. But what I loved most about this particular one is that he gave me a safe space to explore my desires, without judgment, without shame. Even better, he was getting off on it just as much as I was. And the best part is knowing that this was only the beginning. I can’t wait to see where our journey takes us next.

20

LOGAN

I’m sittingin my office, its floor-to-ceiling windows framing the million-dollar view that convinced me to buy this building. The California sun glimmers off the neighboring high-rises, casting brilliant rays of light across the pavement. The 110 cuts through the sprawl, traffic thick with commuters cutting each other off and likely cursing up a storm. Behind the mirrored skyline, the Hollywood Hills rise in the distance, a rugged contrast to the madness below. And beyond it all, the Pacific peeks through the haze, a reminder that no matter how relentless this city gets, there’s always something bigger and badder waiting on the horizon.

The entire floor is buzzing, analysts buried in screens poring over betting patterns, designers fine-tuning the interface, developers pushing out updates to keep us ahead of the competition. This kind of energy is usually my crack, the fuel that keeps me sharp.

But none of it registers the way it usually does.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about Rosie. The way she felt pressed against me at Eros. Her breath hitching as the club went dark, anticipating what was coming next. The way she watched the trio on stage, her body strung tighter than a bowstring.The way my name sounded on her lips every time I’ve had her since. I don’t know what that woman is doing to me. I’ve always had what I’ve considered a healthy sex drive, but with Rosie, I’m insatiable. It’s an inconvenient distraction considering I’m trying to close the biggest deal of my career, but I can’t find the will to care.

I need to get a grip. Instead, I’m picturing how Rosie would look bent over this desk.

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

I glance up to findRyan standing just inside the doorway, smirking as he watches me fantasize about his sister.

Oh, if only he knew, that look would be wiped off his face in an instant.

“Jesus, do you ever knock?” I mutter.

Ryan ignores me, dropping into theblack leather chairacross from my desk. “Don’t even try to deny it.” His shit-eating grin deepens. “That look on your face could only be about one thing.”

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Not this again.”

Ryan leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “I know, I know, you’re not ready to tell me about her yet. But I’ve gotta say, this is a good look for you.”

I arch a brow. “Distracted CEO?”

He laughs. “No, lovestruck. Though it’s probably too early for that. Maybe it’s more of alust drunksituation?”

Eh, you were probably right on the mark with the first one, dude.

Fuck.

I didn’t realize I was being so transparent. If I’m not careful, Ryan’s going to keep pressing until he figures out exactly who’s responsible for putting that look on my face.

Time to shift the focus.

“I take it you had a good weekend?” he asks.

“How about we talk aboutyourweekend instead?” I counter. “How was your big night out with Penelope and her friend from Sonoma?”

Ryan groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Jesus. Don’t remind me.”