Everyone else be damned. Life was good.

“I missed you today,” he confessed in a whisper. “Couldn’t think of anything else.”

“Ditto.”

He took my hand and nuzzled my palm. “You slept well, I hope?”

“I did.” The room was dark. I wondered if Oliver was already asleep, which would mean I’d missed dinner. It wasn’t the worst thing; I wouldn’t mind eating in bed. I just hoped Oliver hadn’t worried about me. “And all day, it appears. Looks like I earned that reward.”

“That was just a friendly hello.”

“Mmm.” The thrill of more sounded like heaven.

“What were you dreaming about? You looked stunningly peaceful when I came in. I almost hated disturbing you.”

“Almost?” I lifted my head, a playful grin on my lips.

“What can I say? You’re a temptation I can’t resist.” He threw me a smirk and I giggled, dropping my head back to his shoulder.

“The massage felt good. Feel free to give them often.”

He shuffled us up, lying back on his pillow. My chin was propped over my arm that was splayed across his chest. I stared up at his easy smile.

“You can count on it,” he said, then took my chin and leaned down to nip my mouth. “But I am far from done with you tonight. I have some hell to raise, remember?”

“How could I forget?” I kissed him more deeply, never wanting to leave that bed.

Sunrise was upon us before either of us was ready. We’d only just fallen asleep when Logan was kissing my forehead, explaining he needed to wake Oliver for school.

I grumbled, not wanting to move, my limbs sprawled lifelessly across the mattress. I was deliciously exhausted and fully satisfied.

His body shook with a soft laugh as he attempted to shimmy up to escape from under me. I pressed my body harder against him, pinning him in place.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You can go back to sleep, but you’ll need to release me first.”

“Mmm.”

“I adore you sleepy.” His hands knotted through my hair, shifting my head gently to face him. Despite the heaviness of sleep, my eyelids fluttered open. The room was dim, barely lit by the sunlight filtering in.

“Stay longer,” I protested, my voice hoarse. “You’re my pillow.” His body was the finest place I’d ever laid my head.

“I wish I could.” He managed to climb out of bed, and started across the room in all his naked glory.

God, he’s gorgeous. I couldn’t pull my eyes away.

“I set a meeting for this morning under the pretense you’d be kicking me out like you did yesterday.”

I pulled his pillow closer and crushed it under my weighty head, my hair wild around me. “I didn’t kick you out. I just thought it was best you return to work.”

“And now…”

“And now I am fully aware of how good it is to keep you barricaded in this room with me. Consider it a win for you.” My lips curled.

He walked back to me and leaned down, lowering the blanket and ensnaring my nipple. His mouth gave a pop when he released it after a rough suckle. “I do.” He straightened, staring down at me with a tilt to his head. “As long as you’re here when I return, I’ll help you barricade that door after dinner. I’ll be your prisoner all night.”

“Sounds like paradise,” I said, swooning.

“Yes, it does.”

“I guess I better be awake when you get home this time.”

That familiar devilish smirk I secretly cherished crept over his lips. “I have no issue waking you myself.”

A primitive thrill shot through me. “I’m sure.”

Logan climbed back on the bed, hovering over me and caging me within his arms. I rose up and kissed him, ignoring the nag of what I hoped wasn’t terrible morning breath. I wouldn’t focus on the mood killer, though. I was too happy.

“Wake up, you dirty lovebirds!” came the booming voice of Jax as he pounded on the door. “I have to go, and the little prince is being a terror about getting out of bed.”

Logan’s head dropped down for a moment. Then slowly, with a tired groan, he sat up on the edge of the bed.

“I have to say, I think I have the wrong impression of your brother. Is he always up so early?” I asked, wrapping my arms and legs around him from behind.

He shrugged. “Sometimes, yes. He can be helpful with Oliver, but I’m not foolish enough to count on him due to his lack of consistency. Honestly, I haven’t really been paying much attention to Jax lately.” He held my ankles on his lap.

I stroked his hard length with my foot. “And why is that? You have other things distracting you?”

His head dipped back, landing on my shoulder, his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful; sated. “Many things. Wonderful, sweet things that keep me in my bed longer than I should be.”

“Oh, well. I’m sure no one minds,” I teased.

He chuckled. “I do consider that one of the perks of owning my own business.”

“Employees may ignore it. Oliver, however, I’m sure will insist on you leaving this bed at some point. That kid is too adorable to disappoint, so you better be getting up.”

“Maybe. But from the sounds of it, he too is looking to sleep in today, so…”

In a wildly dexterous move, Logan whipped around and snatched me up, tossing me under him. There was no time to react before he slid inside me, thrusting as my body stretched to accommodate his thickness. My throat singed as lurid, continuous moans spilled out. The benefit of having a gorgeous man in my sleeping place was that my body was always ready for him.

Logan’s lips covered my taut breast, his tongue torturous. My back arched off the bed and his arms slipped under me, pressing me to his chest. With each plunge, his groans morphed further into feverish grunts.

A hammering fist roared against the door. “Fuck her later!” Jax bellowed. “He’s going to be late!”

Logan never ceased, thrusting faster and harder, sweat beading over his forehead. I gripped his arms, holding on as he did just that: fucked me. His body began to quiver, and when he pulled out, careful not to unload inside me, he was grinning.

I burst out laughing, my arm shielding the heat flooding my cheeks.

“You still need yours,” he said, eyes glistening with mischief.

I couldn’t say a word once my laughter faded, my chest heaving. Yes, I needed more.

After a fierce kiss, he pulled back and stood from the bed, disappearing into the en suite. I listened to the sound of running water until he emerged, holding a wet washcloth. Running the hot damp cloth over my stomach, he leaned down above my ear and murmured, “You’ll have to wait till I return tonight.”

“Who’s the tease now?” I pushed at his chest to shove him away, a smoldering ache already present in my body.

He chuckled. “Consider it my way of keeping you here waiting for me…waiting for more.”

His devilish voice spoke to the most feminine place hidden deep in my loins.

“You know I’m not going anywhere.”

“It’s best to have assurances in place.”

His cockiness only added to my need for him.

Logan helped me up, and I’d padded halfway across the room to take a shower when he whirled me around, my back colliding against his chest. His hot breath caressed my ear.