Page 52 of Thirst Trap
When his phone buzzed, he nearly ignored it. Nearly.
He read Penny’s message. Once. Twice. A third time.
His thumb hovered.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered. Then tapped back.
[From: Logan ??]
Both. You should be both.
Also, what are you wearing, gossip girl?
***
Penny’s brows shot up.
Her lips curved slowly.
“Gotcha.”
She typed. Deleted. Typed again. Finally:
[To: Logan ??]
I’m not wearing anything.
Thought you’d like the visual.
Now go ahead. Picture it.
Then tell me how badly you want to come home and ruin me.
Like you’d ever beg.
She tossed the phone aside, stretching like a cat.
“Oh, Creams,” she whispered at her reflection, hands sliding down her thighs. “You’ll break first.”
***
Logan sat on the villa bed, fists clenched, chest heaving. The ocean outside howled like it knew.
He stared at Penny’s words. Wet. Waiting.
She had no idea.
He’d kill to be inside her right now.
To shut her up with his mouth.
To make her limp with it, ruined and wrecked.
He typed. Paused. Deleted.
Then, before he could stop himself:
[To: Penny ??]
