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I touch the button and watch as the app disappears. All my old contacts. My random call ups I had in my back pocket.Gone.
“I don’t know. Losing my fucking mind, it seems.”
Maddy scrunches her nose up. “I’m going to my room until it’s time to leave for the meeting. Thanks for the coffee.”
She leaves without looking back, and I drop my phone onto the counter, placing my palms down and leaning forward as tension creeps through my shoulders. Mads is impossible to work out. She hates me, but then acts jealous.
Maddox Harper is getting under my skin. And rather than keeping her out, I’m welcoming her with open arms.
I screw my eyes shut. I’m the worst fucking friend.
Chapter 16
Maddy
Theafternoon’smeetinggoesby without a hitch. It’s with two male investors. And between them and Logan, the conversation flows so fast I don’t need to participate. I’m glad because everything I want to say in Logan’s presence seems wrong. I don’t know why him double dating with Drew irked me so much. They’ve always done it and I’m used to hearing the two talk about it. I’ve even been their lift home once or twice. I know what they get up to.
I just don’t want it shoved in my face with my morning coffee, that’s all.
By the time we get back to the house, it’s getting dark. I mumble a good night to Logan and head to my room, pulling my high heels off on the way through my door. A pair of white slippers are waiting for me. They weren’t there before we left. I pick them up, running my fingertip over the stitching on the fabric. A smile tugs at my lips.MH.
The bastard got me my own personalized pair.
I slip them onto my feet and walk quickly to Logan’s room before I can overthink what I’m doing. I knock lightly on the door. The shower is running inside.
I ignore the energy dancing in my stomach and open the door, walking straight into his ensuite purposefully.
His eyes are closed, head facing the shower head, letting the water run over him as he rests both palms against the tiles. His ensuite is a wet room, so there’s nothing between us. No glass screen, no wall. Nothing to hide the magnificence that is Logan Rich in his full naked glory.
I stand in the doorway as he rolls his neck side to side, moaning deeply when it cracks. He drops one hand to his dick, gripping it tight and giving it a hard tug. He curses out something that’s muffled by the sound of the water dropping around him, then shakes his head and lets it go. The muscles across his shoulders all ripple beneath his skin as he pushes away from the wall and turns. I’m gifted with a full frontal of him before he leans back under the spray again, his eyes still closed.
I knew he was ripped. I’ve seen it enough times when he’s working out with Drew. And in the kitchen yesterday morning. But seeing him like this when he’s unaware of my presence is different. There’s no joking about, no smirks. It’s just Logan in his physical fineness. And that’s something I can appreciate.
My eyes drop to his dick again and the short, neat hair at its base. He hasn’t got any hair on his chest, so it draws my attention. Or maybe it’s the fact that his dick is long and thick, and attractive.And it feels good inside me.
I shake the thought from my head as my feet carry me closer to the shower. Logan’s smoothing his hands back through his hair, his biceps bulging as he rolls his shoulders back with a deep sigh.
I reach around and unzip my dress at the exact moment Logan opens his eyes. I’m pinned in place by a questioning green gaze. I don’t falter. I push my dress from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His eyes darken as I step out of my slippers, then peel off the red set of lingerie he bought me in Milan. His gaze drops over my body as I join him under the hot spray.
“Something wrong with your shower, Smiles?”
“Mm.”
His eyes tighten at the corners as I place my palms against his wet chest. I have no idea how I ended up here. Only that the thrumming deep in my core is happy that I did.
“What happened yesterday—”
I place a finger to his lips and shake my head gently. “Stop thinking. When we think, we fight.”
He pulls my hand away, his fingers closing gently around my wrist over my deepening pulse.
“You’re not mine, Mads. Not mine to touch like this,” he says, his voice a gravelly whisper.
I move close enough that my nipple grazes the back of the hand holding my wrist.
“That didn’t stop you before.”
His eyes drop to my breasts.
