Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
He waves a hand. “I don’t know. A few days ago?”
“You kept this from me on purpose, didn’t you?”
He glares at me. “You actually are doing something with him, aren’t you?”
“You don’t get a say in how I explore my sexuality.”
He rolls his eyes. “I don’t care who you hook up with, Chase, but I do give a fuck when it’s a hotel guest who you’re leading on.”
“Leading on how?”
“Does he know you’re a fuckboy?”
“Not all sex has to end up with wedding bells and a picket fence, Julian. Sometimes people just have fun. I’m not a fuckboy just because I’ve had lots of hookups. I’m always kind to every woman I fuck, even if she doesn’t deserve it, honestly.”
“He could get us both fired, and you know that,” Julian says. “You piss him off or break his heart, and we’re toast.”
“Logan wouldn’t do that.”
“Damn. You’re on a first name basis now?”
I sigh. “I don’t see how I can break his heart if we’re not doing anything serious to begin with. Let me live.”
He finally relaxes a little. “Fine. But if we lose this job because of it, I’m not going to pick up the pieces to get us another one. Not like I did last time.”
I set my jaw as I look out the window. “I’m sorry, Jules. I don’t know how many times I have to say it.”
He’s referring to an incident I’d rather forget.
I ended up costing Julian a job last year when he missed the interview to come pick me up from the hospital, instead. He was interviewing at a fancy bar in Soho, right after sunset. It was a bad night. A really bad one. I made myself sick on liquor and forgot that I’d taken prescribed painkillers from a dental appointment earlier that day, and the combination hit so hard that the girl I was with took me to the ER.
She told Julian I was fine, but… he showed up anyway.
He always shows up for me.
He puts out fires that I don’t mean to start.
It’s the only reason I don’t hate him when he does shit like this, because I know my brother means well, even if he is trying to cockblock me in the process.
The rest of my shift is packed with customers from a wedding that came in earlier today. I work hard, bouncing back and forth between tables in the lounge and the main bar.
Luckily Julian’s friend picks him up in a cab after our shift.
I hang outside for a minute after saying goodbye to him, getting that zinging feeling that I used to get a lot more often.
Then I go back in through the Bellwood lobby and take the elevator to the top.
I’m so pent up that when Logan opens his front door, I don’t wait for him to even say hello before I shove him up against the wall in the entryway.
The door swings shut behind us.
Logan doesn’t even question my forcefulness.
He looks me in the eye, his gaze almost looking relieved. He seems a little tired, judging by the faint dark circle beneath each eye.
His cheekbones are so fucking beautiful. Even better than I remembered. I keep glancing at his ruddy lips, and his skin shines faintly in the low light of the entryway.
His lashes flick up and down a couple of times before he finally speaks.
“Hi,” he says, his voice low.
I swallow. “Hi.”
I’m shocked by the anger that sparks through me as I keep him pressed up against the wall.
Not anger at him.
Solely at myself.
Logan’s been letting me into his life, bit by bit, and it’s too easy for me to get… fixated.
Even though he’s given me all of the power when we’re together, he had too much power over me while we were apart.
I’m tired of my mind questioning what the hell I’m doing.
I need all the thoughts to stop.
I cup his cock through his pants, giving it a squeeze. He’s in a soft white long-sleeve shirt and grey sweatpants, and somehow he manages to look even better than he does in his designer shit. Breathing in his scent is driving me wild. It’s mixed with something else, tonight. Something fresh.
“Did you just eat something delicious?” I ask.
“I cut up some watermelon,” he says. “Want some?”
“Would you feed it to me?”
He exhales, briefly narrowing his eyes at me before he relents. “Yes. I would. If that’s what you wanted.”
I bite my lower lip, letting it go slowly. “Yeah. Later.”
I pin him with my hips this time, grinding on him a little as the entire front of my body pushes up against his. I pull in a long breath, my eyes dancing over his face, squeezing my palm on his cock until I start to feel him harden under my hand.
He thought of me, when he came.
I feel like someone’s pulling at my mind like it’s taffy. I’m starting to get so turned on when I’m around him it’s like I’m coming down with something.