Page 115 of Sapphire Sunset

“Well, I had an idea, but I didn’t want to talk about itwith her before I talked about it with you. Basically, we’d bring in an outsidesecurity company that would answer directly to the bank, and you’d keep yourposition but with the new company.”

Logan nodded, thinking this over. Didn’t fly off the handle.Didn’t throw his legs to the floor. Didn’t leave the room or freak out or anyof the other nightmare scenarios Connor had dreamed up during the hours leadingto this one.

“And then you wouldn’t be my superior,” Logan said.

“Yeah, but I mean, there’re a lot of unknowns.”

“Sure, but there always are. We’d figure it out.”

“So you’re not upset?” Connor asked. “That you’d have a newboss for the second time in a few weeks.”

“Not if it means I can spend more time in bed with mycurrent one.”

“We’re spending plenty of time in bed together now,” Connorsaid.

“Why would I be upset?” Logan asked.

“I don’t know. I thought maybe…” Connor lost hold of hiswords and took a deep breath.

“You were really nervous to talk about this, weren’t you?”

“Kind of, yeah,” Connor said.

Logan cocked his head.

“Okay. A lot,” Connor added.

“Why?” Logan asked.

“It makes it sound like we’re in a relationship and it’s notjust a fling. And it’s happened really fast and been really stressful, so Idon’t want to force you—”

“I just told you this is more than just sleeping together,”Logan said.

“Yeah, but a fling is, like, one rung up from that.”

“Okay. Well, I’m feeling, like, several rungs up from that.”

“So am I.” It felt like these three little words requiredall the breath in his lungs.

“Good. We’re on the same page then. Or rung. Or ladder. Orwhatever.”

“Yeah.”

Logan’s intent gaze pulled Connor’s lips to his. When theirlong, leisurely kiss ended, they were staring into each other’s eyes. “Connor?”

“Yeah.”

“Take your pants off.” A clear, confident command deliveredwith laser-like focus.

“Only my pants?” Connor whispered.

“And your underwear.” He reached up and gently smoothedConnor’s bangs back from his forehead. “Anything that’s going to get in the wayof me fucking you.”

It sounded like an order, and when Logan gave him orders,Connor had no choice but to comply. Especially if the order was to undress. Hischeeks flaming, his hands shaking with anticipation, he stepped to the side ofthe bed, undid his belt buckle, and let his slacks fall to the floor.

“Slow,” Logan said.

Connor wedged his fingers under the waistband of his whitebriefs and pulled them down gently until the tail of his white dress shirt wasteasing the cheeks of his ass in a way that made his balls ache. There wassomething delightfully obscene about the sight of his own thickening cockrising between the dangling flaps of his shirt and the hungry smile it broughtto Logan’s face.

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