Chapter 15 Logan
LOGAN
I don’t think there’s a better way to start my day than with Rosie Morales in my arms. Her back molded to my front, messy hair tickling my nose, soft curves filling my hands.
Even her too-small mattress can’t dampen the euphoria, although if sleeping at Rosie’s is going to become a regular thing, I might have to buy her a new bed.
I love having her pressed up against me, but I also like feeling like I’m not about to roll onto the floor at any moment.
I groan as she playfully wiggles her ass against my dick. “Don’t start something you’re not willing to finish, Rosie.”
She giggles. “Who says I’m not willing to finish?”
Her mouth opens on a gasp as I lightly tug on her nipple rings. “I like the way you think.”
Rosie moans, arching into my palms.
I relish in the current that zings through my veins with each caress.
How her breath hitches as she writhes beneath my touch.
I grind my length against her, driving us both crazy with anticipation.
Goose bumps blossom across her shoulder as my lips brush against her nape.
I pull Rosie closer, not an inch separating us as I inhale her sweet skin.
“Logan,” she breathes, telling me she’s feeling this, too.
I’ve never been so consumed by another person. Every pulse, every glide of skin on skin, is amplified a million times over.
“I know, baby.”
My wandering hands reach the apex of her thighs, confirming what I already knew. She’s more than ready for me.
Rosie whimpers, hips lifting, begging for more. I spread her thighs, resting one leg over my knee, giving me just the right angle to enter her tight body.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “Nothing feels better than this. Your sweet pussy was made for me, Rosie. Tell me you know that.”
Being inside of this woman is like coming home after years of aimless wandering. Every thrust is filled with promise. Every kiss laced with possibility.
“God, yes,” she agrees.
Rosie cranes her neck backward, seeking my mouth.
I kiss her passionately, our tongues dueling as our bodies work together in perfect harmony.
The outside world fades away, we’re just two people lost in each other’s touch, driven by a dance as old as time.
I never want to stop feeling this close to her.
Never want to stop making her feel this kind of pleasure.
I never want her to be anyone else’s but mine.
I reach down and rub her clit, feeling her body tremble beneath mine. She’s right on the edge, hips bucking, trying to pull me deeper inside. I press my body impossibly closer, working her over until she’s so tightly wound, she has no choice but to let go.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur into her ear. “Be a good girl and come on my cock. Let me feel you come undone, Rosie.”
She clenches around me, crying out as she reaches the peak.
I drive deeper, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible before I feel a familiar tingle in my balls.
I pound into her hard and fast, the air filling with the sounds of bodies slapping.
Moaning and gasping. When I can no longer resist, I come with a roar, her name a prayer on my lips.
As the high wanes, I pull out and gently turn her body toward mine. I probably have the stupidest grin on my face when I see the dick-drunk look in her eyes, proud as hell I’m responsible for it.
I lean down and brush a kiss against her forehead. “That is officially my new favorite way to start the day.”
She hums, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck. “Same.”
I wrap my arms around her and squeeze. “What time do you need to be at work?”
“Eight,” she answers with a yawn. When her phone starts buzzing on the nightstand she adds, “And there’s my alarm, telling me I need to get my ass out of bed.”
I reach over to silence it, seeing it’s a quarter past six. “Hop in the shower, Pip. I’ll have breakfast and coffee waiting when you’re ready.”
“I wish we could stay in bed all day.” She nips the underside of my jaw. “But I like being able to pay my rent, so work it is.”
I playfully smack her ass as she climbs over me to get out of bed.
Rosie gives me a mock glare. “Rude.”
I fold my arms behind my head, giving her a thorough—and appreciative—once-over.
We never closed the blinds last night, so the room is bathed in the soft, bluish hues of early dawn, tinged with the faintest blush of pink.
My eyes trace every line and contour of Rosie’s gloriously nude body, captivated by the beauty before me.
Thankfully, the windows in here are clerestory, so we don’t need to worry about anyone else enjoying the view.
“You love it.” I wink.
Her lips twitch. “Maybe.”
She squeals when I make a grab for her, and darts out of the bedroom.
A short while later, Rosie steps into the main room dressed in a sleek black blouse with some flowery thing near the collar and tailored gray pants. The look is understated and classy, yet on her, there’s somehow a suggestive edge to it as well. Or maybe that’s just my dirty mind.
“Sit,” I say, setting a plate on the breakfast bar.
She smiles as she glances at the steaming omelet and fresh fruit. “I could get used to having a personal chef.”
I finish sweetening her coffee, placing the mug before her. “Didn’t we already cover this? I’ll do anything to keep Hangry Rosalie at bay.”
She laughs. “That was in Tahoe. Here, you have an empire to run.”
I wave her off. “Meh, I have help doing that.”
Rosie snorts. “You do, but I also happen to know you make a habit of leading by example with work ethic and drive, so I’m sure you have your hands in all the pots.”
I raise my brows. “Who’ve you been talking to about my office habits?”
Her shoulders lift in a slight shrug. “Ryan’s mentioned it once or twice.”
“Ah.”
I should’ve known. The guy loves roasting me to my face, but he’s always been one of my biggest cheerleaders, singing my praises to anyone who’ll listen.
And yet, here I am, thanking him for that unwavering support by sneaking around with his sister behind his back.
Christ, I’m an asshole.
Rosie sips her coffee, humming in approval. For a moment, we just look at each other, the silence stretching between us with everything we’re not saying.
Ryan.
Her brother.
My best friend.
The guy who’s trusted me with everything—his friendship, his secrets, his career, his family, who means more to him than anything. There’s no way he won’t see this as a betrayal when he finds out.
Rosie’s fingers tap lightly against the rim of her mug, seemingly lost in thought. When our eyes meet, I’m pretty sure she’s thinking the same thing I am.
This is dangerous.
We’re toeing a line I don’t think either of us ever expected to cross, but neither of us wants to stop.
She breaks the tension with a soft smile. “What’s on the agenda today, Mr. CEO?”
I open my mouth to answer at the same time my phone chimes with a text alert. Rosie and I both glance down and see Ryan’s name on the screen.
“Speak of the devil,” she mumbles.
I exhale sharply, opening the message.
Ryan: Dude. When are you back from Tahoe? Shit’s hitting the fan with PPA. We need to talk ASAP.
“Fuck.”
Rosie frowns. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know exactly,” I reply. “But it sounds like we’ve run into a snag with the acquisition.”
PPA, or Peak Performance Analytics, is the firm that created an industry-leading algorithm capable of predicting gaming outcomes with freakish accuracy.
If BetMasters acquires its IP, I can move forward with my plan to pitch an exclusive partnership with Olympus Resorts & Gaming, the biggest player in Vegas.
Ryan has a contact there, so we’ve already made it past the gatekeeper. I just need the technology.
Which is why I need this fucking deal to go through.
I hit the call button, holding my index finger up to my lips in a universal ‘be quiet’ gesture.
Rosie nods once, her expression unreadable.
Ryan picks up on the first ring. “Hey. Sorry to pull you away from whichever rando you’ve got in your bed, but I knew you’d want to hear about this right away.”
I ignore his assumption about me hooking up with random women.
“What’s going on?”
“We’ve got a problem with PPA.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “What kind of problem?”
Ryan is my VP of Acquisitions. BetMasters wouldn’t have grown nearly as much as it has if he wasn’t on my team.
“I’m hearing buzz they might be thinking of backing out,” he tells me. “I should have more information in the next few hours. You’re back this weekend, right?”
“I…uh, I’m back now actually. I came home last night.” I take a sip of my coffee to stifle my guilt. “I was planning to check in with you after I woke up a bit.”
Or, you know, after I left your sister’s apartment.
I feel Rosie’s eyes on me as I rub a hand over my jaw, exhaling through my nose.
She knows me well enough to pick up on my distress—my clenched jaw, the tight set of my shoulders, the way my fingers drum restlessly against the counter.
She doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t press, but her quiet presence grounds me even as my mind races.
“Why would they back out? I thought everything was pretty much a go.”
“That’s what I’m working on now,” he answers. “Why don’t we meet for lunch? I should have enough intel by then. Say Lou’s at one?”
“Yeah, that works. I’ll see you then.”
I end the call, raking a hand through my hair.
“You okay?” Rosie asks.
She rounds the counter, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her head against my chest.
“Better now.” I squeeze her back. “As for work, I don’t know all the details yet. Ry’s looking into it, and we’re meeting for lunch at one.”
Rosie’s chin lifts. “Are you worried about seeing him? Having to hide…this?” She gestures between us.
I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “Of course, I am. I don’t like lying. You know that. And it’s not like I have any chance of avoiding him. Now is not the time to work remotely.”
She sighs. “I feel like I’m being unfair, asking you to do this.”
I crouch down to meet her at eye level. “I will do whatever I need to do to protect this.” I mimic her gesture from earlier.
“I know this is new, and intense, and you’re scared, but I’m not going anywhere.
Take as much time as you need. When you’re ready, I’ll fucking tell anyone who’ll listen that you’re mine. ”
She smiles shyly. “I’m yours, huh? Does that mean I get to call you mine?”
“Rosie, I’ve been yours since the day we met.” I grin. “I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”
She lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head as if I’m ridiculous, but the pink tint on her cheeks gives her away.
With a glance at the clock on the microwave, she groans.
“I have to go,” she says reluctantly. I watch as she pulls away and grabs her bag, slipping her shoes on before turning back to me. “Lock up when you leave?”
I nod. “Have a good day at work, Pip.”
“Good luck at lunch, Mr. CEO.” She smirks, then heads for the door, pausing just long enough to look back at me.
I step forward, pressing one last kiss to her forehead. “Drive safe.” I add another to her lips because once isn’t enough. As I watch her walk down the hallway toward the elevator, I realize I’ll likely never get my fill of kisses from that woman.
Now I just need to figure how to make her feel the same way about me.