Chapter Thirty-seven

EMILY

After we’d finished our cheese pizza, I collected the plates to put in the dishwasher. Juniper rushed into the living room to play with the dogs. If I’d known how much she would have loved playing with dogs, I would have gotten her one years earlier.

“I’m not a big pizza guy,” Logan said, “but that tasted pretty good.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a surprised pizza delivery guy,” I said, laughing. “It was funny how confused that poor guy was.”

I thought back to when Logan opened the door. The delivery guy said the address three times and asked us to confirm, and when Logan confirmed it, the man then asked twice to make sure Logan had actually ordered the pizza. The man seemed convinced the whole thing was some sort of elaborate practical joke.

“He said he’d never delivered a pizza to any house in this neighborhood,” I added. “You really think that’s true?”

“I guess nobody orders in this neighborhood,” Logan said with a shrug. “Never really thought about it. After all, Arla makes most of my meals.”

“Must be not much of a pizza place, I suppose.” I smiled. “Now that I think about it, when I was growing up, my parents never ordered pizza. I’d had it, of course, but I don’t think I actually ordered it until I was in college.”

Logan grinned. “Same here.”

“Well, at least he’ll have a story about how he delivered pizza to a billionaire. It’ll be a fun story to tell some friends over a beer.”

We both shared a laugh, but then a serious expression darkened his face.

“Is that what I am to you?” Logan asked.

“What?”

“A billionaire?”

I put some soap on my hands and started washing them. Looking over my shoulder, I said, “You’re a billionaire. You’re handsome, kind, loving, and a number of other great things. You being a billionaire is a bonus.”

“A bonus?” He grinned broadly. “That’s a pretty big bonus.”

“Remember, I didn’t exactly grow up poor there.”

“So, you’re not impressed I’m a billionaire?”

I winked. “It doesn’t hurt, but I think the bigger bonus is how you’re so good to Juniper.” I smiled in the direction of the living room. “I’ve never seen her take such a liking to someone as quickly as she did you.” I peered at him. “Do other kids like you?”

Logan chuckled. “I’ve barely spent time around other kids, so I don’t know. Maybe she just likes my dogs.”

“She liked you from the first time you met.” I tilted my head, listening. No barking. No laughing. No giggling. Though no crashing either.

“What’s wrong?” Logan asked.

“Nothing, it’s just quiet.” I held up a finger. “Way too quiet.”

“What?” Logan gave me a quizzical look. “How can it be too quiet? You want it noisier?”

I shrugged. “I don’t hear Juniper or the dogs.”

“Isn’t that a good thing? Maybe she’s just talking at them quietly.”

I smirked and headed toward the living room, shaking my head. “You don’t get this because you haven’t spent a lot of time around kids, but when you don’t hear a kid, that is when the worst things are happening.”

Walking toward the living room, I strained to hear something shattering or Juniper crying. Raising a rambunctious little girl could be an adventure even in my own house, let alone in the house of a billionaire bachelor without kids.

We arrived in the living room, and my heart melted at the sight before me.

Joe and Dean lay sleeping on the couch, Juniper between them, already fast asleep herself. She had one arm on each dog.

“She’s still recovering and tires out easily,” I said. I walked over to smile down at her. “But seeing her cuddled up with these dogs is one of the most adorable things I’ve seen in a while.”

“How long will she be out?” Logan said.

“Probably until the morning.”

“Not just a nap then.”

“Nope.”

“You can stay the night if you want.”

I shook my head. “Not really prepared for that. Don’t have PJs for Juniper and that sort of thing.” I walked over to Logan and lightly kissed him on the lips. “Next time, I will though. I promise. It’ll be fun, I’m sure.”

Logan kissed me back before taking one of my hands and tugging me toward the stairs. “Then at least let me show you my bedroom. I can show you some fun now.”

“Your bedroom?” I let a little giggle.

“Why not? Juniper’s asleep, and you said she’s down until the morning.” He quirked a brow. “Problem?”

I thought it over and shook my head. “No. I’d love to see your bedroom. Lead on.”

We headed up the stairs in silence. He led me into his surprisingly sparse room. His huge bed dominated the center, but other than a desk with a computer in the corner and a nightstand, there was almost nothing else. The blue color was too dark, too severe. The whole thing cried out for a woman’s touch.

Logan let go of my hand and pulled me against him. I sucked in a breath as my breasts pressed against his chest.

I’d not expected to have sex with him during my visit, but I certainly wasn’t going to pass up the chance either. The last time we’d slept together seemed so long ago. Those memories were also buried behind a curtain of Lionel-caused pain.

It was time to make some new memories now that I was free of my ex-husband’s influence. It was time to show Logan how I felt with my body.

Before I could say anything, Logan’s mouth was on mine, his eager tongue parting my lips. Our tongues swirled and twined together at a leisurely pace. His hands trailed down my sides, caressing gently as he tasted my mouth.

Logan sat on the bed, pulling me into a sitting position on his lap but still facing me. His strong hands moved to my waist to support me as our tongues continued to slide against each other. I inhaled deeply, taking in the earthy scent of his shampoo.

His mouth pulled away from mine. I missed its absence. I didn’t have to wait long for something more.

Leaning over, Logan nibbled on my earlobe before trailing kisses down the sensitive part of my neck. I let out an appreciative murmur. He nuzzled my neck, and then his fingers started unbuttoning my shirt. My heart sped up.

I didn’t stop him. I just waited until he’d finished his work, and then I lifted my arms to pull off my shirt. I hopped off Logan for a moment to wiggle out of my skirt as well, leaving me in my panties and bra.

Logan took the opportunity to get out of his own clothes. I watched him as I unfastened my bra and let it drop to the ground, freeing my breasts. My bra hit the ground almost the same time his underwear did. My panties soon joined my bra.

We stood there for a few moments, both looking at each other naked. I took several deep breaths as I watched his hungry dark gaze roam over my body.

I didn’t feel any embarrassment. If anything, I felt the opposite. My nipples hardened, and I licked my lips, already imagining all the things we could do together.

I stepped forward and straddled his lap again, lowering my mouth to his and now loving the feel of my hardened nipples against his chest. His hands slipped to my ass and squeezed.

His mouth attacked my neck again, and I let out a quiet moan.

Logan’s hands drifted up from my ass to my thighs, skimming my stomach, before they found my breasts. I bit my lip at the touch of his rough fingers on the soft skin of my breasts.

“You’re beautiful, Emily,” Logan whispered while he squeezed me. I sucked in sharply as he flicked my nipples with his thumbs. “Beautiful and perfect in every way.”

When he said it, I believed every word. He made me feel like a model.

I leaned back to give him easier access to my chest. He kneaded my breasts together with his strong hands. Warmth pooled in my center, and I wrapped my arms around his neck before letting out another quiet moan.

I had no idea how much time passed as he worked his fingers, teased and pinched my breasts and nipples. Logan leaned over, opening his mouth. I arched my back to meet him, and my hardened peak entered his mouth.

His tongue flicked and lapped at my nipple, pulling out a long moan from my mouth. His hard length brushed against my already wet center. His mouth pleased me for a long while before he lifted his mouth toward my ear.

“I want to be inside you, Emily,” he whispered. “I want to pleasure you even more.”

I nodded once, my whole body burning with desire. I swallowed once and then lifted myself over his hardened shaft. I closed my eyes and lowered myself onto him, inching down on him slowly, deliberately. He stretched my insides as I pushed down until I was fully seated.

I braced myself with my arms on either side and lifted myself slowly, his thick shaft rubbing my insides before I slammed down once.

Logan let out a grunt. He reached up to squeeze my breasts. I moaned and lifted myself and pushed down again, this time faster. I sped up. Then, I moved even faster.

After a good twenty seconds of my motion, Logan thrust up, his cock pushing even deeper into me. I let out a loud moan as we matched our rhythms, the pressure steadily building inside me.

In Tokyo, the sex was great, but I’d sealed it away from my heart, desperate not to let it influence me. Now, joined together, my body burning with passion, I fully opened the door to my heart.

I loved Logan Hawkins. I wanted him to be part of my life.

The pleasure pushed out the thoughts as the pressure inside me finally exploded and cascaded through my body in a wave of pleasure. I cried out as my orgasm wracked me. A moment later, Logan shouted his own release.

We both stayed in our positions for a few moments, our breathing heavy and ragged. I finally rolled off him and dropped to his side.

Logan wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. He kissed me on the forehead.

“I love you, Emily,” he said.

“I love you, too, Logan.”

Logan’s eyes widened for a moment. He smiled and kissed me again, this time on the lips. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“I love you, but I still can’t stay the night.”

“That’s fine.”

I half-closed my eyes and then sighed. “Let’s take a quick shower, and then I have to get going with Juniper.”

“Okay, then.” He shifted, and a few seconds later, he was picking me up.

I laughed. “What are you doing?”

“Taking my beloved into the shower.”

Heat burned my face, and it wasn’t from my orgasm. “Say it again.”

He gave me a lopsided grin. “My beloved.”

I smiled softly, realizing how much I could get used to hearing that.