Page 21 of Logan (The Valeur Billionaires #1)

He bends down and picks up his shirt, and the scent of his cologne mixed with his masculine sweat reaches me.

I don’t know how to describe that smell except as a tingling sensation all over my body.

It’s electrifying. I want to run my hands through his damp hair, pull his mouth down between my legs, and let him taste me.

He wipes the sweat with his shirt and stares at me .

“Want to try?”

Fuck. Did he hear me? Did I speak out loud? “What?”

“Do you want to try?”

The training. He’s talking about the training. Of course.

Calm down, Sloane.

“I don’t know Taekwondo.”

“I figured. But you can try some basic kicks. I mean, if you want to learn.”

“Okay. I won’t get hurt or anything?” Maybe it will help calm my raging libido. Release some energy.

“No. I’ll watch over you.” He looks straight into my eyes.

My heart skips a beat, and I stand, moving closer to him. “Don’t I need shin guards like yours?” I point to the pads covering his hands and legs.

“I think you’ll manage without them the first time.”

“Are you implying I can’t kick hard?” I place my hands on my hips, pretending to be insulted.

His eyes twinkle with amusement. “I’m sure you can. If I remember correctly, you’ve already kicked someone in the balls. I hope I can keep mine safe.”

I smile and wave my hand forward. “Go ahead.”

He teaches me a front kick, then a sidekick, and I kick, trying again and again.

“This is harder than it looks,” I admit, my breath heavy from the effort of trying to imitate him.

“I’ve been training for years. It’s your first time,” he encourages me. “You’re doing well.”

He takes something that looks like a pad and attaches it to his arm with straps. “Try to aim here.” He places his arm low in front of me, and I do as instructed .

“Good. Again.” He challenges me, raising his arm a little higher. I reach it but fall on my butt.

“ Oof .”

“You okay?” A worried look appears on his face and he hurries to me.

“Yeah. Luckily I have a padded butt.” I chuckle.

He extends a hand and effortlessly pulls me to my feet. “Your butt is perfect,” he blurts out and turns his back to me.

My eyes widen. I didn’t imagine that, I’m sure. He just said my butt is perfect. He’s looked at my ass.

He turns back around. I’m trying to figure out what just happened, but his face is stoic, as always. “Shall we continue?”

I nod. “Show me that spinning kick you did before.”

“Spinning hook?”

“I guess that’s what it’s called.” I grin.

He shows me a spinning kick, moving with flexibility and speed, in a way that seems almost effortless. My pulse rises.

“Show me again.”

He performs the kick again.

Why is it so sexy to watch him kick and spin in the air? Not exactly what I thought would happen when I asked to accompany him, but I’m quite enjoying it. “Can you do it again?”

He performs the kick at least five times before he realizes I’m playing with him. He looks at me, panting, his glistening chest rising and falling. “You didn’t really want to learn the kick, did you?” He raises an eyebrow.

I smile. “Yes. Yes, I did. Of course.”

“Then go ahead.”

I spin around and try to mimic what he did, but I don’t have his grace. I probably look like a hippopotamus and not a panther or a cat or some other sexy animal. I try again and lose my balance.

Logan’s arm wraps around my waist before I can register what happened and just before I land on my butt again.

He pulls me to him, and I crash into his body. The air leaves my lungs in a loud whoosh , and my eyes widen. My body presses against his, and my hands rest on his bare, glistening chest, where his heart beats strongly under my fingertips.

I freeze. What do I do? What am I doing?

Help.

I tilt my head up and meet his eyes. They’re not cold as usual, they’re smoldering.

“Didn’t want you to fall on your nice butt again,” he says in a low voice.

He said it again. I knew I wasn’t imagining it all! Every nerve in my body throbs, attuned to his, begging for his touch.

I know I shouldn’t be attracted to him. He’s not a nice guy, he’s my boss, he’s not interested. It’s all true. But God, how attracted I am to him. My lips part, and I tilt my face up.

His eyes continue to stare into mine, reading my hidden desires, and then his lips crash onto mine.

He kisses me like a starving animal, devouring my mouth, my lips. It’s just a kiss, but it feels like claiming ownership. He’s uninhibited, scorching, possessive, demanding all of me as he grips my thigh and pulls it to him, pressing my body to the hard bulge in his pants.

I moan into his mouth, giving him everything I have, grinding my hips against his. I want him to touch me, fuck me with his mouth, his fingers, and then with his cock. In that order.

I try to arch my body, press my hard nipples against his naked chest. His sweat clings to me, and his scent fills my senses and arouses me.

Why does the touch of his lips on mine feel so familiar? I experience a sense of déjà vu.

“Maybe you should get a room,” a voice says.

Logan detaches from me at once, pushing me off him.

“We just finished,” Logan tells him, then he turns to me again. “We should leave. I’ll just go shower.”

Before I can say a word, he retrieves his shirt from the floor and strides toward the locker rooms, disappearing from view.

I’m panting heavily, my face burning as I turn my head to the man who interrupted us, but he’s already walking away.

Too bad. I feel like trying that kick I just learned on him.

I wait for Logan outside.

“I’ll take you back to the apartment. Or do you want me to drop you off somewhere else?” Logan asks as we wait for the driver to arrive to pick us up from the club entrance.

“Logan.”

He doesn’t look at me.

“Logan,” I call out again, louder this time, even though I know full well he heard me. “We need to talk about what happened inside.”

“No. Nothing happened. I got carried away for a moment, that’s all.”

“Don’t tell me nothing happened because, in my eyes, something definitely did. And there’s no way you didn’t feel anything.” I shake my head, remembering the scene that played out in my mind that morning and the feeling of déjà vu that won’t leave me.

“That wasn’t our first kiss, was it? It wasn’t just in my imagination?”

“Yes, I kissed you at the club. But only because I wanted you to stop talking.”

“What did I say?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“What did I say?” I insist. “Logan.”

“You said you wanted to sleep with me. But you were drunk, and you didn’t mean it.”

“Maybe I was drunk, but I meant it. I want you.” There. I said it. I put it out there.

He shakes his head. “No, you don’t.”

“I know you want me, too, that you feel the attraction between us. I felt you.” I close my eyes for a moment, going back to that instant, and grin. “Did you take a cold shower just now?”

He narrows his eyes. “It doesn’t matter what I want or don’t want. You work for me.”

“We’re two consenting adults. We’re attracted to each other. It’s just sex. No one needs to know.”

“No. I don’t sleep with my employees under any circumstances.”

“Then I’ll quit.”

“Not a fucking chance. You’re our top employee. We need you.”

“You can’t dictate where I work. I’ll quit anyway, whether or not you agree.”

“Please don’t do that.” He runs a hand through his hair, causing it to stand on end. “You said you love working at Valeur.”

“What if I quit while I’m in London?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll send a message right now that I’m resigning. So, I’m no longer working at Valeur, right? And the moment we get back to the States, you’ll rehire me, and I’ll agree.”

“That’s the craziest plan I’ve ever heard.”

“It will work. You say all that’s stopping you is the fact that I work at Valeur.

So…” I pull my phone from my pocket and type rapidly.

“There. Sent. I quit. I no longer work at Valeur. Now it’s up to you whether to rehire me when we get back.

I don’t care. I mean, I do care, but it’s done. So, I hope you’ll take me back.”

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

“What happens in London stays in London, right?”

“I’ll stop it.” He tries to call, but it’s around six in the morning back home, and no one answers. “I’ll cancel the resignation before it becomes official.”

“You won’t be able to reach anyone for a while yet, and until you cancel the resignation, I’m not your employee, so we have a few hours at least.” I tilt my head. “Now, what do you intend to do? Are you going to keep standing here like a statue, or fuck me?”