“Sorry to crash the party, mind if I join you?” He smiled broadly.
“Please.” I gestured to the chair across from Faith.
“What did I miss? I’m sure it was mostly about me right?” Logan sat down next to me and winked at Faith.
She mouthed, “Oh my god,” when he looked away to signal the waiter. I knew just what she meant, those eyes should be illegal.
“So, you’re the sister?” Smith turned his attention to Faith.
An odd look crossed her face. “Yeah, and you are?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, what an idiot I am,” Logan chided himself. “Faith, this is my best friend, Smith.”
Smith took Faith’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “It’s a pleasure.”
The two shared a look that could only be described as heated.
The dinner conversation was fun, Faith and I tried to get Smith to tell us embarrassing stories about Logan.
“I’m sorry, ladies, I’ve been sworn to secrecy on most things. Bros before hos, and all that. I’m sure you understand.” He grinned at Faith.
No one could mistake the flirting between them. I could feel the heat from across the table.
Smith offered to make sure Faith made it home okay, and the look on her face told me not to interfere. She gave me a wave and stepped into Smith’s car.
On the way home, Logan pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. “Ever have sex in a limo?”
“Nope, can’t say that I have.” I smiled down at him.
“Well, you can take that off of your to-do list then.” He pulled my mouth down to his as he slid my skirt higher up my hips.
I moaned against his lips as I slid down his length. I felt as though I had been starving the past three months. I knew one thing for certain, I wouldn’t be going hungry anymore. I kissed him roughly and sought my own pleasure, taking him along with me.
AS MUCH AS I WANTED to spend the whole day in bed with Grace, I had work that was screaming for attention. Plus the arrangements for Chicago needed to be made. I slid out of bed as quietly as I could, but she woke up anyway.
“Where are you going?” She blinked up at me.
“I have to go to the office for a few hours. Go back to sleep and I’ll be back before you know it.” I leaned down to kiss her, and she pulled me back down with her. “You know, this isn’t how getting up works, right?” I rolled her onto her back and kissed her.
“Maybe I don’t want you to get up.” She wrapped her legs around my hips.
This morning was going to take willpower for me to actually get out of the apartment.
“Kitten, as much as I would love to stay in bed with you right now I can’t.” I kissed her neck.
“See, now you’re sending mixed signals.” She ground her pelvis into me.
I groaned and kissed her one more time before rolling off of her. “I need to get in the shower. If you would like to join me, we can make it a productive shower.” I grinned and held my hand out for her.
I went to the sink to shave and brush my teeth. Grace joined me in brushing her teeth before she turned on the shower. It was all I could do not to slice my neck open as I watched her soap up in the mirror. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, too. My little sex Kitten. I shaved in a hurry and joined her.
“Here, why don’t you let me soap you up?” Her soapy fingers slid down my stomach.
Before long, I had her pressed up against the wall with her legs around my waist. I wanted all of her pleasure, it belonged to me. I pushed her further, setting a faster pace. I wanted to see her when she exploded around me, when she let go completely.
“God, can we make this an everyday thing?” She panted against my shoulder.
“If we did, we’d both be perpetually late for work.” I set her down and grabbed my shampoo.
“I don’t think that’s too big of a deal, do you?” She grabbed her own shampoo and lathered her hair into a huge lump on top of her head.
“I guess being the boss does have a few perks.” I kissed her again and rinsed my hair. After a quick soap down I was out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist.
When I came out of my closet half dressed, Grace was laying on the bed wrapped in a towel. Something about this took me back to three months ago and I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach.
“What time will you be home?” She stretched out on the bed.
“Not much after one, but feel free to call and yell at me if I go too far past that.” I grinned and slipped my shirt on.
“How is it that we just had sex and I already want you again? You do something ungodly to a suit Logan.” She bit her lip, a predatory look in her eyes.
My unease was erased with those words, this was nothing like that day. She would be here waiting when I got home.
“I’ll be home soon, try not to miss me too much.” I pressed my lips gently to hers and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.
“Hurry home.” She licked her lips.
“If you don’t stop that, I’ll never make it out of the house.” I kissed her again and left before she could talk me into staying.
The limo was waiting when I stepped out of the elevator. I slid across the seat and started scrolling through the mountain of emails I had to answer. I was so absorbed in what I was doing I didn’t notice the door open and Smith slide into the seat across from me until we were a block away from where he got in.
“Morning,” he said casually.
“What, are you just in the habit of dropping in unannounced these days?” I laughed.
“I figured I’d hitch a ride into the office since you were going. I saw Louis and flagged him down. I’m actually surprised to see you out of the house and fully clothed.” He grinned at me.
“Work never stops, you know that. I’m going in to handle a few things and then I’m out. Speaking of which.” I dialed a number in my phone.
“Jared, it’s Logan. Have you found anything for me to look at?” I listened as he rattled off everything he had found that would suit my needs.
“I’ll be there in a few days, set up some viewings will you?” He spoke rapidly.
“Good, see you then.” I hung up.
“What was that?” He knew exactly who Jared was.
“I’m relocating for a bit.” I hid my smile, knowing how he was going to react.
“What? You’re moving to Chicago?” His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
“I am. For at least the next six months, or until I can convince Grace to move here.”
“Look, I know I told you to go for it, but I didn’t mean this.”
“Smith, I won’t be talked out of this. So jump on board. Grace is who I want. This is what I need for right now.”
“I’m kind of at a loss for words.” He just looked at me.
“For once in your life.” I laughed. “Shai was right, man, I deserve happiness, too.”
“Okay, now you sound like a chick.”
“Shut the fuck up. You know what I mean. You both have been badgering me to go to her for months. With her, it’s so different. And I know how I sound.” I shrugged.
A slow smile spread on his face. “I never thought I’d live to see the day when Logan McFadden would be all in.”
“It will happen to you, too. When you least expect it, it will hit you like a bolt of lightning. And let me tell you, sex with her is so much better than sex with a random.”
“Now you sound like Shai. She’s been pestering me about not being such a whore for a while.” He groaned and rolled his eyes.
“Maybe you should listen. She’s pretty on the nose these days. Who knows, maybe it’s the extra hormones.”
The limo pulled up to the McFadden building and Smith and I got out. He worked in marketing and research and development for me.
“Are you going to tell me how it went with Faith?” I asked as we stepped out onto the street.
“I don’t kiss and tell,” he smirked.
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��Since when?”
“Since you’re screwing her sister.”
“Nice. Always the wordsmith. Do you think I’m going to go running back to Grace with this? Besides, what makes you think she hasn’t already told her?”
“Fine. It was amazing. Happy now?”
It was my turn to smirk. “The DeLeo women seem to have our number, my friend.”
“That they do.” He grinned.
The lobby was a madhouse, people milled around waiting for meetings.
“Please tell me you don’t expect me to move with you,” he asked as we walked into the elevator.
“Of course not. You’re such an ass, you know that right?”
“I don’t deny that.” He got off the floor below mine, leaving me alone with my phone once again.
There was a text from Grace.
Grace: Miss you already xoxo
I smiled and typed out a quick reply before exiting the elevator. Brooke was waiting for me by the elevator with a cup of coffee and a stack of messages.
“Welcome back, Mr. McFadden, hope you got everything sorted out.”
“What? Oh, yeah, you could say that. Tell me, how would you feel about relocating to Chicago for six months?” Brooke was a damn good assistant, and I hoped she would say yes to coming with me.
“Chicago?”
“Yeah, I’m moving there for at least six months.” I walked briskly toward my office.
“Can I think about it?” She looked uneasy.
“Of course, I need to be there, and I would really like you to come as well.” I smiled and sat down behind my desk.
Five hours later Brooke buzzed me on the intercom. “There’s a Grace DeLeo here to see you. She doesn’t have an appointment.”
“Send her in.” I looked at my watch and winced, it was well past one o’clock, more like three.
I got up just as Brooke opened the door.
“I’m so sorry, I got caught up.” I walked briskly to her and took her in my arms, kissing her soundly. “Forgive me?”
“With a welcome like that, how could I not,” she said, her cheeks flushed.
Brooke made a sound to let us know she was still there.
“Sorry, where are my manners. Brooke, this is my girlfriend Grace.”
Grace held her hand out and Brooke looked mildly shocked as she shook it. “It’s so nice to meet you, Brooke.” Grace smiled warmly.
“You as well Miss DeLeo.” She frowned slightly.
“Please, call me Grace.”
“Okay. I need to get back to my desk, I can hear the phone ringing off the hook.” She smiled and hurried out of the room.
Grace gave me an odd look after I closed the door.
“What?”
“You do know she’s in love with you, right?”
“Who? Brooke?”
“Yes. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way she looks at you?” She chewed her lower lip.
“Well it’s one sided if she has any feelings for me. It’s only ever been professional with us. I asked her to come with me to Chicago, that won’t be an issue for you, will it?”
She cocked her head to the side, thinking. “No, I suppose not. As long as you can tell me you have never slept with her.”
“Kitten, did you not just hear what I said? It’s only ever been professional between Brooke and me. But I will say that jealousy looks good on you.” I grinned at her and went around my desk to shut down my computer.
“Are you done for the day?” She followed me over.
“I am now. Again, I’m so sorry it was longer than I had told you.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I know the planet doesn’t run without you.” Her eyes danced with amusement.
“You're not far off in that assessment, actually.”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on, let’s go home so you can put your considerable skills to better use.”
“I SPOKE TO MY REAL estate guy today and he has some places lined up for me to look at in a few days,” I said casually as we walked into my apartment.
“Oh yeah?” She looked up at me.
“Yeah, do you want to go look at them with me when we get to Chicago?”
“I do, but I also have work that’s been piling up. I’ll need to go into the office for a bit. I had planned on going home with Faith tonight originally.”
“But now…” I trailed off.
“Now I’m staying with you to help you pack or whatever it is you need to do before we go.”
“You want to help me pack?” This was a new one for me. Not since my mother had someone wanted to help me pack.
“I do. I want to help you with whatever you need help with.” She smiled.
“What did I do to deserve you?” I pulled her into a hug.
“I’m not sure, but keep doing it.” She giggled as I squeezed her tight.
“Well, let’s get to packing then.” I hustled her into my bedroom.
“Just what is it that you want to ‘pack’ right now?” She made air quotes as she spoke.
“Oh, there will be plenty of ‘packing’ later Kitten, for now we need to decide what I can’t live without for six months.”
“I seriously can’t believe you’re actually moving to Chicago.”
“I need to be where you are for the time being. It’s that simple.” I pulled her against me. “This feels right to me. Does it feel the same to you?” I hated feeling insecure, I wasn’t used to it, and I didn’t like it.
“Of course, it does. You feel like home to me, Logan. When I saw you in the lobby the other day, my heart almost leapt out of my chest. I don’t want to be without you any more than you want to be without me.”
Who the hell was I anymore? Gone was all the bravado and the rules I normally had. I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with her all day. I didn’t even care about work, which was very much not like me. I should be worried, but I wasn’t.
“Come on, let’s go and weed through your clothes and find what you can’t live without. Let’s start with suits shall we?” She kicked her heels off and padded into my huge walk-in closet.
I followed her in and started making piles on the racks.
“What about this one?” She held up one of my favorite suits with a huge grin. it was the one I had been wearing when we met.
“I think yes.” I leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“I think yes, too.” She beamed at me.
An hour later we had piles of clothes set aside to be packed up.
“Do you have boxes or anything?”
“For what?” I asked.
“Um, packing.” She looked at me like I was crazy.
“I hire people for that, Kitten. I haven't packed a box in as long as I can remember. The only thing I will pack is enough clothing to see me through until the boxes come.”
“Sometimes I forget how rich you are.” She shook her head.
“Yep, that’s me, Mr. Moneybags,” I teased her.
“Well, then what are we going to do with these piles of clothes until they get packed up?” She gestured to the stacks, piles, and racks.
“Move them to the living room for now. I have better plans for the bed.” I grinned wickedly at her.
“I seem to remember you saying something about wanting to pack me full of something.” She giggled and swayed her hips.
“I think we need food before we can get to that, don’t you?” I went to the kitchen to peruse my stack of take-out menus.
“Do you not have any food in the refrigerator?” She opened it up and found only milk, orange juice, and coffee creamer. “Really, Logan? This is all you have in here? How do you survive?”
“I eat out.” He shrugged.
“All the time?”
“Yep. I don’t really cook, and I let my housekeeper go about seven months ago. So no, I never make food in this apartment.”
She laughed softly and took my hand. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
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��To buy some food so I can make dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow.” She gave me an exasperated look.
We walked to the grocery store a few blocks away because there was a break in the rain and Grace wanted to stretch her legs.
“Do you love it here?” she asked as we walked hand in hand. New York in the fall was one of my favorite times of year. Not too cold, not too hot.
“I do, but I’ll love being in Chicago just as much.”
“Oh yeah, and why’s that?” She rolled her eyes, expecting a cheesy response.
“Because you’ll be there.” I stopped and pulled her into my arms, stealing her breath away with a kiss.
“What am I going to do with you?” She grinned up at me.
“I think the question is what would you do without me?” I kissed the tip of her nose and we continued on to the store.
“What do you want to eat tonight?” she asked as she grabbed a cart.
“I don’t really care. I’m not picky about food.” I took the cart while she walked up and down aisles and threw things in.
She sucked her lower lip into her mouth and pondered between two flavors of ice cream.
“Get them both.”
“We don't need both, we’ll only be here another day or so right?”
“Kitten, just get them both, you obviously want them.” I took them and put them in the cart.
“God, you are so bossy.” She sighed and continued with the shopping.
“We’ve been over that fact before,” I said dryly.
“I didn’t say that I didn’t like you being bossy.” She kissed my cheek and sauntered off down the aisle.
“Has Brooke made up her mind about coming to Chicago?” she asked, and I could tell by her tone she hoped the answer was no.
“Jealous, are we?”
“No, not jealous. Just curious.” She gave me a bland look as though she was trying to prove the point.
“No, she has not made up her mind yet. I promise you’ll be the first to know when she does.” I grinned.
“Ass.” She stuck her tongue out at me.
Back at home, Grace was in the kitchen chopping things and stirring pots. I wasn’t sure what she was making, but it smelled amazing.
“Can I help?” I leaned against the counter.
“Nope, but you can help with breakfast tomorrow if you want. This meal is all me.”
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