Page 13 of Her Devious Daddies

I could feel my heart racing in my chest, not the same way Karsyn had experienced with her panic attack, but faster than usual. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about how sweet she’d been when I assisted her, though it was part of my training to focus on the problem and not the person. She’d also kept her eyes on mine, subtly licking her lips as I checked her vitals. That she had witnessed me being a ‘brat with a capital B’ to Logan didn’t help the situation, though Karsyn seemed wildly intrigued about our connection.

I had seen her more than once at the hospital, but we were always working. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Logan tonight either. I pushed the memory of our interaction away and tried hard to stay in the moment. Glancing up at the gorgeous man in front of me, I knew he expected me to listen. That wasn’t going to happen easily. It wasn’t my nature. I cocked my head to the side. “Or?”

“I didn’t give you an alternative, August.”

“I haven't given my consent yet. We haven’t started our scene. I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do, no matter who you are.”

Logan nodded a few times, chuckling to himself. I would have joined in except there was no humor in his laugh. He straightened and stepped to me, capturing my chin in between his thumb and pointer finger. Fuck. At this distance he smelled so good. A heady mixture of warm, vanilla musk and something uniquely him. My mouth watered as I stared into his incredible green eyes. He aroused me fully with one touch. It should be a crime.

Logan tightened his hold. “What’s your safeword?”

“Radish.” I cleared my throat. “I haven’t consented yet.”

“How do colors work?”

With Logan inches away from my face, I could barely think straight. Who was I kidding? I never thought straight. He and I’d had lots of conversations since I moved here. I frequently attended parties and events. I also volunteered at his club as a medic on my nights off from the rescue squad. But there was always an underlying sexual tension that neither of us mentioned or explored. I swallowed hard.

“Answer me, August.”

“Green for go. Yellow means slow down. Red stops everything.”

“Tell me your limits. Go on. Every single one you can think of.”

I stared at him, wondering how I had gotten in so far over my head. It was like Logan already had an inkling about my wants without me ever talking about anything. He must be an expert at reading between the lines. “This isn’t a negotiation, Logan. No, this is a fucking interrogation.”

“So, you want to do some roleplaying. Is that what I’m hearing?”

“No, Sir.” I closed my eyes. Oh fuck. Double and triple fuck. Logan pulled the title from my lips as if I was always meant to refer to him as such.

“Well, well, well.” Logan clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Your ‘I don’t give a fuck about you’ attitude appears to be a façade. Interesting.”

“That’s your opinion.”

“We haven’t discussed titles yet and you just called me ‘Sir’.”

“It won’t happen again,” I sassed. It was so much easier than allowing him to glimpse underneath the surface.

“What else have you been hiding, August?”

Blinking my eyes open, I pulled away, refusing to give into my deepest, darkest desires. If I let him top me, even for one scene, he’d reveal them—just tear it all out into the open. I couldn’t risk being so vulnerable. Of course, I trusted him. He owned the club. He was universally respected and a fun person to be around. What bothered me about him the most was the way he acted. Unapologetically himself. It pissed me off. Well, that wasn’t quite true. I admired his bold, brash, in-your-face behavior all while being classy, suave. I’d never heard him raise his voice or show any other side than cool, calm and controlled. Logan had a fierce, protective nature. Underneath the stern dominant exterior there was supposedly a goofy side. But, there was nothing amusing about the way he was currently looking at me.

“Nothing, Logan. This was all a bad idea.” I gulped when he set a hand on either side of me, caging my body in between his.

“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks. Whenever we do talk, you brat in my general direction. Maybe I should sort out your behavior and then we can have a better conversation.”

“I’m not submissive.”

Logan leaned closer. “Being topped in a scene doesn’t make you submissive. Being one makes you one. Why did you say that?”

“I’m not.”

“Are you afraid I’ll do something in our scene that might change your mind? Or is it something else?”

It’s you, I almost replied. Licking along my lips, I tried to form a non-snarky reply. No matter what I wanted to say, it wouldn’t be productive. I might actually push Logan too far. Then he’d kick my ass right out of his club. If I could open up, we would have a good scene, but this felt like so much more.

“Nothing you can do to me would suddenly make me submissive.” Boom. Feeling confident, I cocked my head to the side.

Logan gave me a coy smile and pushed himself forward until his lips touched the shell of my ear. His skin on mine caused goosebumps to prickle along the back of my neck. He was so incredibly hot.

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