Page 93 of Risky Game

“Sleep well? Up awfully early, weren’t you?”

Shame hit at the same time as irritation. Logically, there was no reason to be upset. “I woke up and thought it’d be safer to be in my room.”

“Before five?”

He’d woken up then? He usually didn’t rally until six thirty.

“Better safe than sorry.”

He leaned forward, lips thin and teeth bared in a way that should have had me scared. But my stupid, traitorous libido perked up and sent a rush of warmth through me. God, I was sick.

“I woke up wanting to make love to you. Wanted to start my day with my dick deep inside you. Wanted to have to cover your mouth from your cries and have your cunt for breakfast. And I woke up, and you were gone.”

My core clenched. I would have loved that.

Before I could speak, before I was able to form any meaningful words with all those ideas racing through my mind, he continued.

Leaning forward, he curled his large, strong hands around the back of the couch. “And if Amelia weren’t here right now, I’d be punishing you for that. Don’t ever leave my bed again, especially when there’s obviously shit to talk about, but don’t treat me like what we have is some dirty, meaningless playtime when you know damn well it’s not. Not anymore.”

He shoved off the couch and stormed into the house. I jumped from the slam of the sliding door closing.

I stared at the spot where he’d stood long after he was gone. My body was a live wire. Strung tight. But it wasn’t only arousal racing through me, and it wasn’t fear. Hope? Maybe?

Why else would he be so mad?

And did he…? Did he say make love to me?

By the time I found the courage to go back inside, Amelia was sitting on her chair at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of Cheerios. Seemed healthy, but not with the amount of sugar she dumped on it. She was also pouting when I refilled my coffee and took the spot across from her.

“What’s wrong?”

She stabbed her cereal with a spoon. “Daddy’s home today.”

Well, yeah, I kind of wanted to stab something because of that too. For entirely different reasons. “I would think that’d make you happy.”

She gaped at me, cereal forgotten. “The party!” She whisper-yelled the words, so upset while trying to be so quiet. Fortunately, Logan wasn’t anywhere around.

He was probably fuming in his office or getting a workout in. “Is he here all day?”

She shrugged, scooped a bite of cereal onto her spoon, and scowled at it.

“It’s okay. We can still go to the store and get stuff.”

“But it was going to be a surprise.”

“We’ll figure it out. You’re sure he didn’t say anything about going in today?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes he talks and I don’t listen.”

This girl. I chuckled. I was seriously starting to love her. “Happens to the best of us.”

Despite how angry Logan was with me, Amelia had been thrilled yesterday at the idea of throwing a party for him. I’d completely forgotten about it, but I wasn’t going to let her down. It was her dad and his birthday. He deserved to be celebrated.

“Let me go talk to him and see if I can figure it out. If he’s not going in, we can always send him to the store so we can decorate, okay?”

“All right.” She shoved a mouthful of sugary, soaked Cheerios into her mouth.

It wasn’t hard to find Logan. As soon as I reached the mouth of the hallway that led to his office, the clang of weights echoed from farther down the hall.

---