Page 42 of The Nanny Contract
Logan looked at his mother. “Think they’ll leave us alone now?”
Betsy smiled and nodded. “Now they understand just how far I’ll go to protect the Westbrook family. If they’re smart, think they’ll twice before testing me again. I don’t bluff, darling. And I never lose.”
The weight of Betsy’s words hung in the air of the grand dining room. Betsy rose to her feet and walked out of the room with the grace of a queen exiting her court.
A few hours later, I found myself wandering the cavernous hallways of the house, heading toward Logan’s bedroom. I’d found his tablet in the drawing room, and I wanted to bring it to him. Although, if I was being honest with myself, that wasn’t my only motive.
Thoughts of Logan had riddled my mind all day. I simply could not stop thinking about the man.
After Betsy told the Mercers off, Logan and Betsy had relaxed for a few hours. The mood had completely shifted, and it was nice to see Logan finally decompress and smile. When Betsy took Henry out for dessert at his favorite restaurant, I knew it was the perfect time for me to talk to Logan, alone.
Standing outside Logan’s bedroom, I gazed in. It was a place I never dreamed I’d be.
Just like him, his bedroom was calm and refined with an undercurrent of intensity.
The walls were a deep gray, the kind of color that made everything in the room feel sharper. Dominating the room was a massive bed with a dark wooden frame and crisp linens.
And there was Logan, standing by the window with his profile illuminated by the glow of the evening light. He turned and looked at me, neither of us saying anything for a moment.
The silence practically crackled, alive with the electricity that had built up between us.
I hesitated by the door, feeling as if I was crossing an invisible line. “I just… I just wanted to bring up your tablet, you left it downstairs.” I held up the tablet like a shield. “I’ll just leave it here and?—”
“Casey,” he said, his voice low, stopping me in my tracks. “You don’t have to leave.”
I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. “I didn’t mean to intrude…”
“You’re not intruding,” Logan said, stepping forward with deliberate steps as if he didn’t want to spook me. “Stay.”
I stepped into the room and gently placed the tablet on the edge of a nearby table, my fingers brushing against the wood and lingering longer than I’d meant for them to, as if I needed something to steady me.
Logan took another step forward, close enough that I could smell the faint scent of his distinctive cologne.
I glanced up to meet his gaze, my heart racing. His expression was almost unreadable, but there was a hint of something in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore.
“Casey,” he said, closing the distance between us in an instant.
His hands cupped my face as his lips met mine. The kiss was eager, almost desperate, as if we’d held back too long and couldn’t wait a second longer. My hands quickly found their way to his chest and gripped the fabric of his shirt.
Breathe, I thought, trying to relax.
I tried to steady myself against the table, forcing my legs not to wobble against the wave of emotions crashing over me.
Logan quickly pulled my shirt over my head and brough his mouth to my chest, trailing kisses along my skin and sending a shiver down my spine. His lips found their way to my nipples, gently biting them.
My heart was pounding, and I knew Logan could feel it. His giant, rough hands gripped me snugly.
The sheer power of his touch and the electricity contained within shocked me.
I felt a mix of helplessness and hunger that nearly sent me spiraling, teetering on the edge of control.
I thought I knew what physical strength was. I exercised regularly, tried to lift weights—but next to Logan, I almost felt fragile.
His hands roamed my body as if he were claiming every inch of me. I rolled my hips forward to press against him as he cupped my ass and let out a tight-lipped hiss of pleasure.
Suddenly, I felt Logan’s cock stiffening through his pants as he slid his shirt over his head.
My own cock began to twitch and move around, obviously with a mind of its own.