Page 85 of Risky Game

So not only did I have a bunch of shopping to do with her tomorrow, I’d also lied. Because I was going to get my own gifts and give Logan his very own surprise tonight. Lucky for me, I knew exactly what he’d like.

His thirty-seventh birthday. God, I was too young for him. Fourteen years now separated us. It was no wonder he was so good in bed. He’d had so much more time to practice. To perfect the art of pleasuring a woman. It’d made me uncertain earlier, as I thought about it all, but then I remembered whatever we were doing was new to him too. He’d admitted it more than once. I brought out this new side of him.

Me. His twenty-three-year-old nanny.

I shook off the doubts as I pulled into the sketchy, poorly lit parking lot. It was empty on a Sunday, and I could only hope it stayed that way. As soon as I stepped inside, I regretted it. Sexy toys were everywhere. All shapes. All things. I’d come with a plan and ignored the twelve-inch dildos as big as my forearm and all the anal toys. The lingerie wasn’t nearly as sexy or classy enough for where I was headed next, and after perusing the aisles, ignoring videos and masks and gags, I finally found what I was looking for.

Handcuffs. Straps. It was a risk. A huge one. But the more Logan bossed me around, the more he took control, I had to believe he’d enjoy this. Having me tied up for his use? Seemed the exact kind of thing that would drive him wild.

I paid, blushing the entire way. The female worker behind the counter was professional and if she saw my nerves or my embarrassment, she said nothing. My items were packed in a discreet black bag and I tossed them into my glove compartment as soon as I got into my car.

Two more stops for presents and a quick bite to eat later, and I was pulling into Logan’s house.

The lights were dark. It was later than I’d planned, but I’d try to time it so Amelia would either be asleep, or he’d be putting her to bed.

Her light was off, but the soft glow of a lamp shining through her closed blinds told me I timed it perfectly.

I hurried inside, set one of the presents on the kitchen counter, and dumped the rest in Logan’s bedroom on a chair in his sitting room.

He was still upstairs, or somewhere, when I returned to the kitchen, so I took a moment in the half-bath to settle myself. I fixed my hair, used the restroom, and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash I’d taken to keeping under the sink.

Back in the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of wine and Logan a whiskey. I imagined he’d want a drink after the day he had.

So I was ready, ready as I would ever be, by the time his footsteps thudded on the wood stairs.

His eyes widened as he turned the corner to the kitchen and saw me.

“Hey. Good game today.”

A cautious smile broke out on his face. “Thank you. What are you doing?”

“I got you something. Here.” I handed him the glass I poured for him.

He smirked. “Thank you. How thoughtful.”

I snorted. “That’s not it.” I turned and grabbed the cake still in the store-bought container and spun back to him. “Happy birthday, Logan.”

His jaw dropped, the glass of whiskey freezing in his hand halfway to his mouth. Slowly, his brows rose. “You knew?”

“I found out. Yeah.” I’d explain about Vanessa later.

“And you bought me a birthday cake?” His surprise wiped away to pleasure.

“Sort of?”

He chuckled and moved toward me, eyes lighting up. “I’m not sure what sort of means when it comes to birthday cake.”

“Well, a birthday cake usually says happy birthday on it. And has sprinkles and candles. They couldn’t do that on such short notice, so… it’s for you, for your birthday, but not really a birthday cake.”

“I didn’t realize cakes were so complicated.”

He was teasing me. I had no problems with this kind of game. Fun Logan didn’t make a frequent appearance. I stepped away from him and pulled the cake closer to me. “It’s also more of a brownie.”

“Are you going to let me take the top off so I can see it or are you going to hold it all night?”

“I haven’t decided. I really like brownies. I might keep it.”

A full laugh thrust from him. I smiled so wide it hurt my cheeks.

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