Page 60 of The What If Guy (The Guys Who Got Away 3)
Casey smiles, lifting a hand. “That’s been known to happen from time to time.”
“And I think even if your site has those guides and that sort of how-to-use info, I feel strongly that readers’ sex and relationship lives would be enriched if other sites, like The Dating Pool, could incorporate that into what we do,” I explain. “Likewise, I could see providing some content on your site—like fun and sexy date suggestions, how to talk about vibrators, how to introduce sex toys early on, or later, or any time—will only drive more sales of your products.”
Then, I dive into the specifics of how I see this coming together.
Pun intended.
“I love it,” Casey says when I’m done.
Logan smiles. “Told you she was brilliant.”
I smile proudly, glad they both like my strategy for how we can work together.
“You did,” Casey says, then takes a beat and draws a breath, gesturing from me to him and back. “Also, you guys don’t have to pretend you’re not a thing with me.”
I blink, straighten my shoulders, and say nothing.
Logan fixes his lips in a straight line.
“Oh, c’mon,” Casey says, with a chiding smile sent in his direction. “I picked up the vibe the second she walked in, Logan. The way you look at her gave it away.”
He rolls his eyes, shrugs, looks to me, and smiles.
I turn to him and grin. “Good to see you.”
“Very good to see you.”
“Knew it. Called it.” Casey licks her finger, then the air, making a sizzling sound.
* * *
Later that night, Logan and I are making the sizzling sounds when we go to my place and reconnect.
We don’t even make it to the bedroom. The kitchen is as far as we get. He pushes me up against the counter, hikes up my skirt, and tugs my panties down to my knees.
“Leave on the shoes,” he instructs
I bend over the counter, my black heels on, my ass in the air. His hand slides between my legs, and I gasp, swaying against him the second he makes contact.
His voice is rough, smoky. “Oh, you do want this, sweetheart.”
“I want you,” I tell him, trembling with desire.
He reaches for my wrists, sliding them along the counter. “Keep your hands on the counter and hold on tight.”
I do as he says, my face turned as I watch him. He doesn’t even undo his shirt. He unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, and takes out his cock. I shudder when I see how hard he is, how ready he is. And how suited-up sexy he is with just his zipper undone and his crisp shirt and silk tie still on. He tosses the tie over his shoulder.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” he rasps out, as he rubs the head of his cock against my wetness.
“I’d never expect you to.”
“I’m going to fuck you hard to show you how much I missed you.”
I bow my back, lifting my ass. “Show me. Show me now.”
And he does, shoving inside me. I’m barely able to hold on to the edge of the counter as he takes me like it’s been months instead of days.
But I like his sense of the calendar. Oh, hell yeah, do I ever like it, as he fucks me like he owns me, and when he makes me scream his name as I come, I’m sure he does—own me.
The next morning, I’m sure, too, that I’m ready for the meeting with Isaac. Ready to tell my staffers who Mr. Smolder is.
What I’m not ready for is how they find out.
30
Logan
On the way to my meeting at The Dating Pool offices the next morning, I pop into Your Little Loves, since I’m early and have a few minutes.
The shopkeeper calls me over, her cheery voice floating across the store. “Mr. Clarke. I did a little research, and I think I might have a lead for you on the gift you were looking for.”
“Excellent,” I say, joining her at the register as she gives me the details.
“I’ll know more later today.”
“You are the best, Maria,” I tell her.
She smiles like it’s no big deal, then holds up a finger. “I have something else you might like. I put this aside for you.”
She bends and reaches for something behind the counter. With glee in her eyes, she lifts it and waggles a Calvin and Hobbes lunch box.
I grin. “That is perfect. I’ll take it.”
“I thought you might like it.”
She rings me up, and I tell her I’ll check in later on the other gift. I head to the building next door, as my phone rings with Casey’s number. Before I step inside, I answer it.
“Hey, Casey. Admit it, you were blown away by us,” I say.
My colleague laughs. “More like blown away by her. No wonder you’re hooked, lined, and sinkered. She’s gorgeous, kind, and smart.”
