Chapter 26
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BANNER: Can you die from too many orgasms?
BEST BITCH Now you’re just bragging.
BANNER: Maybe a little.
BEST BITCH: You’re lucky I love you, AND that I’m having all the amazing orgasms of my own that I can handle.
BANNER: Love you too, G. Miss you.
BEST BITCH: Miss you too. xo
I lay my phone on the side table and roll over in bed. I’m not sure I’m capable of having another orgasm for at least twenty-four hours. Logan kept me up most of the night, fucking me over and over. At first, I thought it was a man-pride thing, wanting to prove that my vibrator couldn’t compete with him, but when he pushed into my ass and grabbed the vibrator to play with my pussy, I changed my mind. He was trying to kill me with pleasure.
My entire body is so languid, I’m not sure I ever want to get out of this bed. The shower shuts off, and Logan walks out of the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a towel.
I decide I was actually waiting in bed for this very sight. My lady parts, which got the most intense workout of their life last night and should be in hibernation, tingle with appreciation.
A drop of water slides between his pecs and down his tight, flat stomach. Suddenly, the will to move springs into my limbs, if only to chase that droplet with my tongue.
“It’s not fair that you can look that good after stepping out of the shower. I should have a CLOSED FOR BUSINESS sign over my vagina after last night, but now I want to climb you.”
Logan’s grin doesn’t help smother my urge.
“My dick should be broken from how many times we went at it last night, but one look at you all curled up in my bed will always get me hard again, Bruce. You’re fucking beautiful, no makeup, wild hair, and that sexy hunger in your eyes.”
His words fill my chest with warmth. “Damn, you sure know how to make a girl feel pretty in the morning.”
Logan shakes his head. “Not pretty. Beautiful.”
“Charmer.”
“Only for you.”
I sit up, holding the covers to my chest. “So, what’s next on your agenda?”
“Besides wishing I could stay in bed all day with you?”
He and I both know with his deadline coming up at the end of the week and my new sample products here, that’s not an option. Sometimes being a responsible adult sucks, but I guess the tradeoffs make it worth it. Most of the time.
“I gotta get the Olds over to the paint shop, which is going to be a bitch without any interior, and hope like hell they can execute the design I drew for them.”
I’m hoping they can too because I know how much Logan has riding on this car. “It’ll be perfect. I have faith.”
“What about you?”
“A call with the factory since I’ve tried out the final samples and know they work great.” I shoot him a wink. “Another call with my marketing firm to finalize a launch date once I have expected production dates from the factory. Basically, a shit load of work that I can’t wait to tackle.”
Maybe adulting doesn’t suck so bad after all. There’s something totally different about working for yourself instead of working for someone else that makes busting your ass not suck.
“Good for you, babe. We both have a full plate right now.”
I don’t mention that I have to talk to my financial adviser and lawyers too because there are more things I have to sign to complete the transfer of all of Myrna’s property to me. Logan and I haven’t really discussed my inheritance again, and I haven’t been in a hurry to bring it up. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.
When I was semi-broke and needing to live in Holly’s gran’s house because I got evicted from my apartment, he didn’t have an issue with me. Although, I didn’t tell him my being broke was a temporary thing regardless because of my trust fund, but then again, he didn’t need to know that either. I’m still exactly who I am. Having a safety net that’s not capped on an annual basis doesn’t change a whole lot, except now I can invest more in my business.
When Logan drops his towel in front of the dresser, all thoughts evaporate from my brain except holy shit, that man is perfection.
I scoot to the edge of the bed. “If you want to bring that beautiful dick over here, I think I can make this morning a whole lot better for both of us.”
* * *
After Logan leaves the house a very happy man, I shower and toss my stuff in my bag before heading out to my car to go home. Never in my life have I considered moving in with a guy, but this going-back-and-forth stuff is getting old. We’ve said the “I love yous,” and I know Logan would flip his shit if I suddenly planned to leave Gold Haven, but we haven’t exactly gotten to the discussion of where we go from this point.
It’s completely foreign territory to me. Relationships weren’t exactly on the Banner Regent to-do list, so I have no actual clue what comes next. I have a feeling moving in together is the next logical step, but I’m not going to bring it up. What if he doesn’t want me in his space all the time?
I can picture me saying something about it and then awkward silence coming from Logan.
Nope. Definitely not going there.
One thing I’ve always done is rush headlong into things without stopping to consider the consequences, but this I don’t want to rush and screw up.
Or maybe I’m just being a wimp about it because I can’t face the idea that maybe Logan would be happy to keep things exactly the way they are.
I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy the now.