Stranded with a Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #1)(40)

“I don’t know. I—”

The words died in her throat as he kissed her once more, his tongue stroking against hers in a rhythmic, suggestive fashion that sent curls of heat licking through her body. When he released her that time, he repeated the same command.

“Say you’ll come with me, Bront?.”

“I—”

Logan leaned in to kiss the protest out of her again.

“Okay,” she said quickly, putting a hand to his chest. “You don’t have to convince me again. This’ll just be vacation two-point-oh or something.” Bront? peered up at him suspiciously, still dazed from the kisses. “I don’t suppose you have a nice, low-key little flat in Manhattan?”

“I own several nice, low-key little high-rises.”

She rolled her eyes. “Forget I asked. So when are we doing this?”

He glanced down at his watch. “Now?”

“Now? Don’t you have to interview the other employees?”

“The consultant’ll take care of that. I hired him for that reason. You and I have other plans.”

Bront? stared up at him, her expression a mixture of wonder and consternation. “You’re not good at people telling you ‘no,’ are you?”

He pulled her close again, his hands resting on her lower back. “I’d rather hear you saying ‘yes.’”

Her breath caught in her throat as his intentions were made clear. And she slid her hands up the lapels of his suit and then tugged on his coat, lowering him down to her mouth. “I’m definitely more of a ‘yes’ girl.”

“So this is a yes, then?” Logan leaned in close.

“Do you need more proof?” She ran a finger down the front of his tie, and his nerve endings lit up at the brush of her fingertip. “I told you I like you. I’m not exactly sure that we’re a good fit, but I’m willing to see where this goes. ‘Fortune favors the bold’ and all that.”

His hand slid to her ass, cupping it. “I love it when you talk Plato to me.”

“Virgil, baby. Virgil.” Her lips brushed his.

“Mmm. I wish we were somewhere private right about now.”

She grabbed him by his tie and began to drag him to the back freezer. “Come with me. I’m wanting to test that ‘fortune favoring the bold’ thing right now.”

He allowed her to lead him in by his tie. They entered the walk-in freezer, and he immediately felt the chill through his jacket and clothing.

“Cold in here.”

“I’ll warm you up,” she teased. “Come here.” And she gave him a slight push, knocking him against a large box of frozen burger patties.

A crate shifted nearby, and he sat down on it, dragging her down with him. “You sure you want to do this here, Bront?? Once I start kissing you again, I’m not going to stop.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pretended to consider it for a moment. “Think anyone is going to follow us into the kitchen?” Her fingers lightly trailed along his ear, distracting him.

“Not if they value their jobs,” Logan said. “I made it quite clear to the consultant that we were not to be disturbed.”

“Then we don’t have anything to worry about,” she said in a sultry voice, and leaned in to kiss him.

He tilted his head back in anticipation of the kiss, but she stopped just before her lips met his. “You don’t have anything else to tell me, do you? Secret marriage? Bodies in the backyard?”

“I’m afraid that I am alarmingly dull,” he said in a dry voice. “No kids. No wives. No bodies in the backyard.” His hands rubbed up and down on her round ass through the seat of her jeans. He loved her curves. She was so damn sexy and vibrant.

“Seems like I’m getting the raw end of this deal,” she said teasingly, nipping at his mouth. “You sound terribly boring.”

“Terribly, terribly boring,” Logan agreed. He grabbed that messy bun of her hair and dragged her mouth to his. She’d been intending on a light, teasing kiss, but he made it slick and deep and wet. He was determined to show her just how much he wanted her.

Bront? whimpered low in her throat. “Your mouth makes my panties so wet.”

God, that was erotic. He groaned. “Plato again?” he asked between kisses.

“Bront? Dawson,” she replied huskily. “I hear she’s got a thing for tall, dull guys.”

“It’s a lucky day to be a dull guy.” He took her lower lip in his mouth and sucked on it, enjoying her moan in response and the way she arched against him, straddling his lap as he sat atop the crate.

She rocked her h*ps against his, rubbing deliberately over his rock-hard erection. “I don’t suppose you brought condoms?”

He had brought one, just in case. “We’re good.” His hands slid to her front, and he cupped her br**sts through her T-shirt, his thumbs stroking her hard n**ples. She had such high, perfectly curved small br**sts. He loved them, and loved that she was confident enough in her body not to change a thing.

Her gasp of pleasure was a thing of beauty . . . and incredibly loud in the small, cold room.

Logan kissed her hard again. “We’ll have to be quiet unless we want to broadcast to your coworkers exactly what you’re doing with your new boss.”