Page 69 of Logan

I exhale in a loud gust...and one straining button finally surrenders under the extreme duress, popping right off and pinging across the hardwood floor.

I stare after it, my eyes wide and mouth agape, as it rolls and rolls, disappearing into the dark void under the bed. “Dammit.”

Behind me, Logan erupts into deep, uninhibited laughter. Real, genuine laughter that shakes the bed and fills the room.

I whirl around to face him, astonished. “What is that sound?”

“What?” he asks between chortles.

“That sound you’re making. I’ve never heard it before. Are you okay? Are you sick?” I press the back of my hand to his forehead in mock concern, fighting to suppress my grin.

“Haha,” he drawls sarcastically, rolling his eyes even as his lips keep twitching.

“Damn, you need to laugh like that all the time.” I lean in close until our lips almost touch, my hair falling around us in a curtain. “It’s such a fucking turn-on hearing you laugh,” Imurmur, closing the scant distance to capture his smiling mouth in a searing kiss.

He responds immediately, his tongue delving past my parted lips to stroke against mine as he pulls me down onto his chest.

Mmm, the man can kiss. I lose myself in the sensual slide of lips and tongues, desire warming my blood.

The atmosphere shifts, thickening with renewed hunger as our heart rates rev to a gallop. Without breaking the kiss, I hurry to undo the remaining buttons straining across my chest until the shirt falls open.

Well, we’ve already established that we’re going to spend the day fucking like wild animals, so I might as well take advantage of every single second. Besides, this man is a god amongst men in the sack...and our time together is limited.

Logan trails his lips down the side of my throat, his teeth nipping sharply before his tongue soothes the sting. “You’re insatiable, you know that? Horny all the damn time.”

“And you fucking love it,” I gasp as he finds a sensitive spot behind my ear. “Admit it.”

“I do. I fucking love it,” he agrees shamelessly, sliding his hand up my bare thigh. “Can’t get enough of you.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, my fork frozen halfway to my mouth, still laden with another piece of the heavenly bacon Logan fried up for me this morning.

Who would have thought mind-blowing sex wouldawaken such a ravenous appetite? And hot damn, the man can cook too. I can’t stop eating, savoring each crispy, salty bite. How is it possible that everything he does is so flawless?

Logan furrows his brow, his chiseled features pinched as he gazes at his phone screen. “Valentina had such an incredible time the other night that she wants to have us over for dinner at their place.”

“And that’s a problem?” I eye the plate of food in front of him after demolishing my own.

“I don’t know. Are you willing to play the game for one more evening?” He glances at me, then pushes his plate toward me.

I take it and begin devouring his portion of the bacon. “Are we still playing?” After the number of orgasms I’ve experienced, I’m pretty dizzy. It doesn’t feel like a game anymore.

“We’re not a couple, Sloane. Just sex partners.” He studies my face. “I knew we shouldn’t have?—”

I set down the fork and place my hand on his arm. “It’s okay. I know we’re not a couple, and I didn’t mean it that way. I can play along for one more evening for the sake of the deal.” And for the orgasms afterward.

Logan nods, some of the tension draining from his posture. “Alright. So, we’ll go to dinner with them tomorrow night, then.”

Logan’s phone buzzes. His jaw tightens when he checks the screen, and he excuses himself from the table. Despite trying not to eavesdrop, fragments of his heated conversation drift over.

“You’ve gone too far this time... No, Lucas, this isn’t like your usual situations...” Logan’s voice rises sharply beforedropping to a harsh whisper. “He’s making you do what? In this century?”

There’s a long pause where I can see Logan’s knuckles turning white around the phone.

“The board meeting on Friday... Yes, I know about the photos, but there has to be another way... For God’s sake, Lucas, just talk to Dad properly...”

When he returns to the table, his expression is darker than I’ve ever seen it. I pretend to be absorbed in my food, but my mind is racing. What kind of arrangement could be serious enough to make the carefree, playboy Lucas Valeur sound so desperate? And what photos could be bad enough for their father to step in?

Logan’s phone buzzes again with a text. He glances at it, sighs, and turns his phone face-down on the table with unusual restraint.