Page 16 of Tangled IN YOU (IN YOU 1)

After relentless begging, I was taken with punishing thrusts and I shattered again. After few hours of sleep, I was awakened with his head between my legs.

Finally, he positioned me on top, demanding for me to ride him. Well, I didn’t like his commanding attitude, so I rode him slow instead. The impatient man lost his nerve. Flipping me on my back and hitching my leg around his shoulder, he gave me a reason to love his professional expertise in bed.

“I have no complaints, really. The room service was considerate and helpful on all accounts,” I tease him to get a rise.

“Oh really,” Logan grins, amusement written over his handsome face. “Have you listened to his suggestions or directions, to make you more satisfied with the arrangements?” He waits for my response, his stunning emeralds sparkling wickedly.

“Of course not. Instead, I showed him how to do his job better by letting a woman set the atmosphere for the desired performance,” I state with fake seriousness.

My body begins to vibrate as he laughs. “Are you hungry? I’ll order room service. What do you fancy?”

“Anything that is edible at this point. I’m starving!”

I leave him with his call and head straight to the bathroom. Looking around the spacious and very luxurious looking space, I spot the free-standing bathtub and squeal happily. I run the sink and quickly brush my teeth. I glance up at the mirror and notice my glowing skin and my ecstatic expression looking back at me.

Whoever you are, don’t disappear just yet.

The bath fills up quickly, and I sink into hot water, allowing it to wash over my skin. A short while later, I hear a soft knocking on the other side of the door.

“Busy!” I shout, but in vain. Still naked, Logan walks in and steps into the tub, making some of the water spill onto the floor as we settle comfortably together, soaking in the hot water. He wraps himself around me, kissing my shoulder.

After washing me, he suggests, “Let’s go to eat, I am ravenous.”

“Well you better hope the room service delivered the food, otherwise you are my buffet libre.” I waggle my eyebrows and my lips tug into a smile, watching his eyes darken with lust, fastening his hungry gaze on my lips.

To his disappointment, we find that room service delivered the food and beverages already. We feed one another, using any excuse to touch. Logan makes me laugh and giggle at our mischievous camaraderie.

Suddenly, it dawns on me. I have a flight to catch.

“Shit!” I screech, jumping to my feet. I frantically look for my clothes, finding them scattered around the room.

“I’ve rescheduled my flight back to Sunday afternoon, since I completed my portion of the meeting. Joshua didn’t mind if I head back early. Shit, shit!” I dress hurriedly, trying to remember if I have any purse or jacket with me. My mind races at a hundred miles per hour with things I must do before my flight.

Logan’s lazy expression changed to a bewildered one. “Are you serious?” Then he realizes I’m not kidding, and he also begins to dress. “Dammit.”

He catches me around the waist. “Breathe, Cassandra. I’ll take you to your room so you can collect your things, all right?” I nod, grateful for his support.

After picking up my purse and holding my jacket so I could slip into it—guess I did bring them—he ushers us towards my suit.

His collected presence is calming to my flustered nerves. As soon as we reach my room, I start packing the few things I bought for this weekend. I pull up my flight information on my phone, check it for any missed calls, then place it on the charger while I finish getting ready.

Dammit, I left my laptop in the office! I fire a quick message to Joshua, apologizing that I bailed on him. Joshua responds quickly, promising to bring my laptop back with him.

Expelling a long and relieved breath, I look at Logan sitting on the bed, observing me. The contemplating look on his face is emitting such an intense focus, I feel instantly trapped in his gaze.

“You could cancel your flight and stay instead,” he suggests carefully. “Actually, call Price and ask him to give you a few weeks off so we could spend them together.”

Unbelievable! Shocked, I look at him, trying to understand his logic.

“I need to go to work, you know. Little ants like me, life isn’t as easy as a few calls here and there,” I reply.

“I’m asking you to spend two weeks with me, Angel, not quit your job. Let’s enjoy each other while we can,” he states, trying to tempt me to join him on an adventure and more sex.

“Thank you, but no. I have to go back to my life, Logan,” I declare, growing pissed at him.

“Why are you being so difficult about it?” Annoyed and puzzled, he continues, “We could have the time of our lives, make memories.”

“Logan, I’m not going to become your fuck toy for a week or two. This was a one-time thing. Actually, it is the only thing that I allowed myself to have in a very long time,” I tell him, frustrated, fisting my hands and huffing in anger.

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