“Yeah, angel. Whyareyou blushing?”
The deep, familiar voice almost has me falling out of my chair. I’m not the only one taken by surprise. Bryson’s eyes go wide and he turns comically slowly to find Logan leaning against the door to my office with a sexy smirk on his face and his hands in the pockets of his gray sweatpants.
“Logan?” I ask. “What are you doing here?”
“Our plane just landed, and I wanted to see you. I was hoping you hadn’t eaten lunch yet so I could take you out. But if I’m interrupting…”
Bryson’s eyes narrow as he looks between Logan and me. “Angel?”
I shrug, rolling my lips between my teeth to keep from laughing.
“I knew you two were fucking.”
“Dude.” Logan smacks Bryson upside the head, making my friend gape at him. It’s not hard, more familiar, and I stifle a giggle. “Don’t be a dick.”
“Sorry?” Bryson rubs the back of his head. “So this is more than…hooking up?” he asks after looking between Logan and me. The wheels are turning, and I want to tell Bryson, but my mind immediately goes to the woman who had this job before me, and it holds me back.
“We’re…” I look helplessly at Logan. My boyfriend gives me a smile and shrug, letting me know the ball’s in my court. I can tell Bryson as much or as little as I want, and he’ll be good with it. “…hanging out,” I finish lamely.
Bryson’s brow rises. “Is that what we’re calling it these days?”
“Yes. Because I don’t want this to be a big deal and turn into office gossip, okay?”
Whatever my face is doing must convince Bryse not to press it, because he sighs and shrugs. “Sure. Okay, yeah. You two are just hanging out. Nothing to see here.”
Logan claps Bryson on the back. “Thanks, man.”
“One of these days I want the whole story,” Bryson says to me. He pins me in place with a wide-eyed look that is more hilarious than persuasive, but I still nod my agreement. “Right. I’ll get out of your way so the two of you canhang outand get some lunch.”
“Thanks, Bryse.”
My friend nods at me before tilting his chin up at Logan. He shakes his head as he leaves my office and heads for his.
Logan tries—and fails—to hide his amusement at my ridiculous reaction. “Hanging out, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“You hungry?”
My eyes wander to the low-hanging crotch of Logan’s gray sweatpants and my mouth waters. “Mm-hmm.”
He barks out a laugh, then he’s dragging me out of my chair and through the corporate suites. I struggle to keep up with his long gait as he tugs me down an unfamiliar hall and pushes into a dark office.
“I was going to be good, baby, I really was. I was planning to take you out to lunch somewhere nice, but then you had to look at me like that, and now we’re only going to have time to get fast food.” Logan closes the door behind us and flicks the lock.
I let out a puff of air when he pushes my back against the door, and then his lips are on mine.
“Missed the shit out of you,” he groans between swipes of his tongue and hungry presses of his lips. “Fuck.”
With his body flush against mine, the sweats Logan wears do nothing to hide his growing arousal. I moan when he presses his rigid length against my lower belly, and my mind returns to the idea of tasting him.
“How are you feeling?” he asks before tilting my head back and kissing down the side of my neck.
“All better,” I promise. “And I missed you too.”
Then his large hand squeezes one of my breasts while the other pulls my hips flush to his, and I make a decision. Pushing against Logan’s chest, I take him by surprise when I flip our positions, shoving his back against the door with athud.
“What are you doing?”
