Page 81 of Sapphire Sunset

Maybe Connor was jealous at the thought of Logan banging randomhookups, but if so, he was keeping it to himself.

“What did you think I was going to say?” Logan asked. “WhenI said I had something to confess?”

“That you were hooking up with that guy who works out on thepool deck.”

“Which guy?”

“The one with the floppy blond hair and the pretty blueeyes. I haven’t met them all yet.”

“Spencer Chase? That guy’s like a feather. I’d snap him inhalf.”

“He’s pretty, though,” Connor said.

“You apparently think so.”

“I don’t. I just…I don’t know. I guess it seemed like youtwo would have chemistry. Or compatibility, at least. Close quarters and allthat.”

“What kind of chemistry? The guy’s so…gentle. I like ’emsassy and mouthy and relentless.” To emphasize his point,Logan stopped running his fingers through Connor’s hair and gripped his head,giving it a little shake. “Besides, I don’t play around at work.”

Connor’s eyebrows arched. “Oops.”

“This isn’t playing around.” Logan cupped Connor’s chin inone hand. “I’m not, at least.”

Connor’s gaze softened, a brightness coming into his eyes.“I’m not either. But technically, we’re in the post-sex-glow period wherepeople say all sorts of stuff they…haven’t thought through, so let’s catch ourbreath before we try to figure out what we just did.”

“Technically,you’rein the post-sex-glow periodbecause I didn’t cum.”

“And trust me, I would love nothing more than to rectifythat injustice. But if we stay in this office any longer, the staff of thishotel’s going to figure out you aren’t just consoling me.” Connor sat up,trying to pull himself together.

“Well, I was. But in my own special way.”

It looked like Connor wanted to give Logan a consoling pat onthe chest. But he wasn’t paying attention to where his hand went, so it landedatop the bulging tent Logan’s cock made inside of his jeans. Connor turned his headquickly, like he’d touched a snake that had coiled quickly around his wrist andhe couldn’t move to get away.

As if against his will, he started stroking Logan’s khaki-encasedcock.

“Just a peek,” Connor whispered, unzipping Logan’s pants.“Just one little peek to see if...” Logan’s cock emerged into the cool air,veiny and achingly hard. “Oh my God. It is. It so is. Wow.” Stroking it gently,he looked right into Logan’s eyes. “You’re so much bigger than your dad.”

“What?”Logan sat up so quickly he forced Connorinto the other arm of the sofa. He managed to stuff his cock back inside hispants as he wrestled Connor to the cushions. Meanwhile Connor was cackling likea hyena, his cherubic cheeks flushing bright red.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he gasped. “I don’t have time toblow you and I totally want to, but we have to get back to work, so I thoughtI’d find another way to make it go down. Also, it reallyisan amazingdick, and I don’t want you to get a big head about it, so I thought I’d throwyou off center a little.”

“How’s this for off center?” Logan attacked Connor’s stomachwith tickle fingers.

“No. Don’t. Tickling makes me pee.”

Logan stopped. “All right, well, we’re still learning thingsabout each other, I guess.”

“Yeah, like how hot your dad is,” Connor said.

“Stop talking about my dad!”

Grinning, Connor nodded as if he was taking this proposalunder consideration but wasn’t sure he could commit yet. God, the guy wasadorable. The more he gazed up into Logan’s eyes, his devilish sarcasm faded,replaced by a look of vulnerability that made everything inside of Logan wantto protect him. Again. And again.

“What are we going to do about this, Logan?” Connor asked.

“Are you experiencing regret, Mr. Harcourt?”

“Let me rephrase the question. What are we going to do aboutthe fact that we’re going to do this again and again and again? I hope. And worktogether.”

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