He sucks in a breath between his teeth. “Fuck, Bree. You would, wouldn’t you? You’d let me fuck you even though I hate you.”
I grimace at that. Hate is such a strong word, but I get it, and I can’t blame him. I lean into him as an answer.
His body tenses, and he lifts his hand from the desk. I hold my breath until I feel it land on my inner thigh, and then I can’t control the trembling. His fingers are rough, the kind that belong to a man that works outdoors, not in an office. I want to ask him if he’s enjoying his retirement from the military and the Ghost Team, but I can’t seem to form athought as his hand slides up and he palms my panty-clad pussy.
His finger presses against the sodden material, and I lift my hips, wanting more.
His voice is gruff right next to my ear. “You’re soaked.”
He says it accusingly, as if he didn’t expect it. He has to know that I’m always wet for him. I slide my skirt up higher, opening my legs. I’m practically begging for it, and when his finger skims along the edge of my panties and then slips underneath, I’m holding my breath. As soon as the pad of his finger touches my bare skin, it’s like a jolt to my system. I grab his arm and hold it, my fingers digging into his flesh.
He presses his digit into my hot, wet flesh and strokes me. One pass over my clit, and I feel as if I’m going to explode. He pulls his hand from between my thighs and brings it to his lips. I watch through hooded eyes as he sucks his finger into his mouth.
He groans as his eyes devour me.
All I can do is stare at him, hungry, wanting more.
He pulls his finger from his mouth. “Fuck, you taste good.”
My chest shudders, and I’m about to sit on his desk and open my legs. Hell, I’m not above begging at this point because I’m so overcome with need right now I can’t stand it.
He brings his hand to my neck, and I’m expecting him to kiss me, but he stops short. His voice is angry now. “I can’t forget that another man has tasted you… has kissed you… has fucked you.”
He lets go of me and turns away. He puts his hands in his pockets, barely opens the blinds, and stares out the window into downtown.
I lift my hand to his shoulder, but he tenses, so I pull back. I adjust my skirt and then hug myself. “Logan, there hasn’t been anyone else. No one but you.”
He turns on me in an instant. “Don’t lie to me, Bree. I saw you.”
I try to explain. “It was a kiss… but I didn’t… we didn’t…”
He holds his hand up. “Stop. I don’t want to hear it.” He picks up my notepad and hands it to me. “We’ll save the training for another day. On second thought, I’ll have Alex do it.”
“But—” I start.
He lifts his chin, and I’m surprised to see absolutely no emotion on his face. “That will be all, Bree. I got what I needed from you. You can go.”
I stumble backwards, pulling my skirt down as I go. Without another glance at him, I walk out of his office, drop the notepad on my desk, and then go to the restroom.
After locking the door, I lean against the counter and stare at my reflection in the mirror over the sink. Anger, regret, sadness, exhaustion… I’m feeling all of it. I’m not sure why I’m doing this to myself. But just as soon as the thought comes, I know the answer.
I stare into my own eyes, remembering the last two years without Logan. They were hell. It was the worst time of my life. I take a deep breath and know that eventually I’m going to have to answer the hard question. Is it better to be apart with him hating me or to work next to each other and feel his hate on a whole other level? Even though I’d give anything to have what we once had, I don’t think I can take much more of this.
CHAPTER 7
LOGAN
At one o’clock, I know I can’t avoid it any longer. I’m going to have to leave my office.
First, I change into jeans and a T-shirt, and once that’s done, I walk out into the lobby. Without looking at Bree, I ask, “Is Alex in?”
“No, he’s out for the afternoon with installations.”
“Sam?”
“No, same.”
I let my head fall back and am barely able to hold back my frustration. “Anybody else that works here?”
