Page 24 of Strictly Yours

“Hold on,” he mutters, breathing hard as he steps back.

I stand there, stunned and flustered and about two seconds away from combusting as he hurries to the fireplace and flicks it on. An orange glow lights him up and if I didn’t think Mr. Logan Strickland could be any sexier, I was dead wrong.

I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath with my thighs clenched tight because my core is throbbing. It’spulsing. Everything down there isachingfor him.

He hurries to the control panel on the wall and hits another few buttons. The lights turn on—a soft, sexy, golden glow.

Oh.

Okay.

This is much better. When you’re with a man as sexy as Logan, you want to see what you’re working with. You want to admire every detail.

I tear my eyes off him to quickly scan the room. I’m in the dragon’s lair and I want to take it all in. I’ve been so curious to know everything about this mysterious man and I’ve been wondering what his place looked like. It’s even more luxurious than I imagined.

It’s spectacular… and sohim.

Huge windows overlook the city skyline, glittering lights stretching for miles. The furniture is dark and sleek, but still comfortable, like something out of a billionaire bachelor pad fantasy. The fireplace crackles softly beneath a giant abstractpainting, and the kitchen—holy crap—is nicer than any kitchen I’ve seen on any of those celebrity mansion walk-through videos or in any fancy magazines. Sub-zero fridge, funky retro-looking oven, quartz countertops, and a matching wine fridge built into the wall which must have at least two hundred bottles in it.

This is nothing like my tiny place back home with the overgrown plants, cracked kitchen tiles, and squeaky cabinets.

But somehow, it already feels like home.

I can picture myself here.

Waking up to this view. Cooking in that kitchen. Cuddled up on that huge couch with a certain grumpy CEO wrapped around me like a weighted blanket.

I wouldn’t mind that at all. My body pulses harder at the thought.

I’d miss the stray cats that come and visit, but something tells me Logan Strickland would be perfectly happy curling up in their place—and hissing at anyone else who got too close.

With the room ready for loving, my hot crush turns and wrecks me with the world’s most heated gaze.

I swallow hard as he struts over, as smooth and sleek as a prowling panther. God, this man is going to devour me whole, and I’m going to relish every second of it.

He looks so good.Toogood. His black shirt sleeves are rolled up, forearms flexing. Hair tousled. Eyes hot as sin. He looks like a man who’s two seconds away from pinning me to the nearest surface and ruining me for life.

Yes, please. I’m fully on board forthat.

I’m up for whatever those dark simmering eyes have planned…

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the second I laid eyes on you,” he says in that low, gravelly voice that makes my knees weak. “You walked into my office and turned my whole damn world upside down.”

I bite my lip while my heart pounds. “I want it too. I want you.”

His mouth crashes down on mine and I melt into him, arms winding around his neck, hands running over his broad shoulders. His needy possessive hands grip my waist, then my ribs, and then they slowly slide up to cup my breasts over my sundress.

I whimper when his thumbs brush my nipples through the fabric. I’m so sensitive, so ready for him. They’re tingling like never before.

He pulls down one strap. Then the other.

I moan as my dress falls to my waist. He takes a long hard look at my breasts spilling out of my bra and then leans down to put his mouth on me. I drop my head back when I feel his hot lips kissing my collarbone and my shoulder, making my whole body light up like the Fourth of July.

He unhooks my bra and slowly pulls it off as I sink my hands back into his hair, holding his mouth against my burning skin.

My breasts tumble free, and he growls—actually growls—as he cups them in his big hands.

“So fucking perfect,” he mutters as he stares down at them. I wonder if he can see my heart thundering in my chest. It’s pounding like never before.

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