Page 36 of Sin Bin Daddies
“Morning,” I mutter, yanking the fridge open to find something cold.
I feel hot. Not just temperature-wise. It’s embarrassment.Shame.
I just had a dream about my colleagues.
“You okay?” Logan asks, taking a slow sip of his coffee.
“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “Just, uh… slept weird.”
Henry raises a brow but doesn’t push.
“We were just saying,” Logan says, “we feel bad leaving you alone today.”
I frown, twisting the cap off my orange juice. “Why?”
“You’re meeting the team,” Henry says. “First day as the mascot. Thought maybe you’d be nervous.”
I snort. “I mean, yeah. But I’ll live.”
Logan nudges his coffee closer. “You sure? I can push my assignment?—”
“No,” I cut in. “Seriously. Go. What’s the new assignment, anyway?”
Logan sighs. “Some investigative piece. I have to go down to the docks, interview some of the workers about the environmental impact of some development project. Better than the budget hearings, though.”
Henry leans back, smirking. “And I’m just here to be the supportive husband.”
Logan grins, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Damn right you are.”
I fake gag, which causes them to laugh.
“You good, then?” Logan asks.
“I’m good,” I confirm.
Henry nods. “Text if you need anything.”
I salute him. “Got it.”
After they leave, I make coffee and sit with Sunny, staring out at the Miami skyline. It’s bright. Beautiful. A new fucking start.
I slip into running shoes, grab Sunny’s leash, and head out, determined to get familiar with my new neighborhood.
The salty air clings to my skin as I take in the palm-lined streets, the distant hum of waves crashing against the shore. Everything feels different here.
I barely make it down the block when I spot two very familiar figures stretching near the beach path. Ford and Asher. Fuck.
A flush creeps up my neck, spreading like wildfire as the memory of their threesome crashes into me in vivid, unrelenting detail.
The raw power in the way they moved—strong hands gripping, flexing muscles straining, deep groans and hushed curses filling the air. The slap of skin, the sharp cries of pleasure, the way their bodies moved in perfect sync.
And between them, her body trembling, surrendering completely as they wrecked her, utterly, mercilessly.
My breath hitches. A pulse of heat throbs between my thighs before shame slams into me again.
What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn’t still be thinking about it, dreaming it, feeling it.
I swallow hard, gripping Sunny’s leash as I force myself to breathe. It was a mistake walking in on them. A stupid, humiliating mistake.
