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  “Oh, well, there’s an easy solution to that,” Jax tells me, so I look up at him, waiting for his words of wisdom. “You walk up to the fucker and punch him right in his face.”

  I let out a half scoff, half laugh at that. “He’s one of my bosses.”

  “Did I say hit him at work? No. You’ve got to go to his house or someplace with no witnesses.” Jax sits up straight in his chair and slams his bottle down on the table. “Do you want me to do it?”

  “No, God no,” I tell him. “Jesus, Jax. I’m sure you remember what a pain it is to go through the criminal justice system, and Page is due in a few weeks.”

  “Oh, yeah,” he mutters before he goes back to slouching. “Never mind. You’ll have to hit him.”

  “That won’t solve anything,” I reply.

  “No, but you’ll feel a helluva lot better,” he says with a grin.

  “Only for a minute or two maybe,” I admit. “But it won’t get me Brayden. All I care about is just…being with her.”

  “Did you tell her that?” Jax asks.

  “I did.”

  “And?” he prompts.

  “And she says it was a one-time thing and she’s with him now. He’s her father’s partner for chrissakes! I don’t buy it. I think she’s scared of him. Maybe scared because she thinks he’ll come at me. But I don’t care if he does.”

  “Then go at him first,” Jax encourages.

  “How?” I ask. “Other than, you know, punching his face in.”

  “Does her father know about them?”

  “No. And I think they’ve been, whatever they are, for a long time. She’s only twenty-three now…”

  “Then go rat the bastard out to her father!” Jax says. “I bet her daddy will knock his lights out.”

  “Maybe,” I agree with a half smile as I picture that happening. The more I think about it, the more I believe that’s the best plan of action. Sure, Brayden said not to involve her father, but he needs to know, especially if that son of a bitch was messing with her when she was a teenager. “That sounds so simple, but it could actually work.”

  “There you go,” Jax replies, clanging his beer bottle with mine in cheers. “Problem solved.”

  “Thanks, Jax. You’re smarter than you look.”

  Chuckling, he gives me the finger and says, “Fuck you too, Logan.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Brayden

  Things are awkward with Logan at work the next morning. He barely looks at me for the first ten minutes, and then suddenly he jumps up from his chair and corners me.

  “You’re lying,” he says when our faces are just an inch apart.

  “Logan, he’s been spying on you. We can’t…” I whisper.

  “Just tell me that when we were together in Cancun that it meant something to you too, because it’s driving me crazy knowing that it did for me and now wondering if I’ve got it all wrong and it was entirely one-sided.”

  Exhaling in defeat, I tell him, “It did mean something, Logan. But it doesn’t matter now. Marcus is dangerous. I told him that he and I were through, but…”

  “But what?” Logan asks, leaning forward to brush his lips over mine, causing me to gasp.

  “He threatened to get you fired and blackballed unless I keep seeing him.”

  “Tell him to bring it on. Better yet, I’ll tell him,” Logan says as he presses his mouth to mine.

  “Are you sure?” I ask. “I don’t…I don’t want you to get fired because of me.”

  “I’m sure, baby. I’m ready for him,” he replies. “Trust me, okay?”

  “Okay,” I agree.

  Logan starts to move away, but then lurches forward to kiss me again. “So good,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’ve missed you.”

  “I’ve missed you too,” I finally admit, and it feels like the constricting chains around my neck and wrist that were suffocating me finally fall away as Logan’s mouth crashes against mine in a punishing kiss. Our tongues tangle as he winds his arms around my back and pulls me against him. God, I’ve missed him, and I’ve missed this closeness.

  Logan’s hands come down on my bottom and lift me up. My legs go around his waist as he carries me over to his desk and lays me down on it with my legs hanging off the edge.

  “He’s never gonna hurt you again,” Logan assures me as he pushes my skirt up and runs his fingers along the crotch of my panties, which are already wet.

  “D-don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I tell him.

  “I will keep this one,” he assures me.

  Undoing the button on his pants, Logan jerks his zipper down and then frees his thick shaft.

  “I need you so bad,” he tells me as he rubs the head of his cock up and down the damp center of my panties.

  “Take me,” I demand when I reach for his tie to pull his mouth down to mine.

  I’m so distracted by our kiss that my hips jerk off the desk when he slips his finger inside me, getting me ready for him.

  “God, you’re already so wet,” Logan groans as his mouth moves down my neck. His free hand pops the first few buttons on my blouse so that his tongue can get to my breasts. He bites gently at my nipples through my satin bra, making me nearly come before he tugs the material out of the way to free them.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he says. Looking up at me, he flicks his tongue rapidly over my nipple and starts pumping two fingers in and out of my pussy. “You’re already close, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I whimper. My back arches, pressing my breasts into his mouth even harder while I grind down on his fingers. “So close, Logan.”

  “Have you fucked him since you were with me?” he asks.

  Shaking my head, I tell him, “No.”

  “Thank fuck,” he says, pressing his thumb to my clit. I go off like a rocket. Logan has to slap his palm over my mouth while the waves of pleasure roll through me to keep me quiet.

  I don’t even get to catch my breath before his cock fills me all the way to the hilt. If not for his hand, everyone in the office would’ve heard me scream as another release so intense it almost hurts sends me soaring while Logan slams his hips into me, hard and fast like he’s desperate to follow. Everything on his desk shakes and rattles. A cup of pens go flying; a few files slam to the floor. It’s fucking amazing.

  When I finally start to recover, I lock my legs tightly around his hips to urge him deeper. Logan’s blue eyes meet mine, and they’re filled with so much need and longing for me that it takes my breath away. He’s not looking at me like he wants me here and now but like he doesn’t ever want to be without me.

  “He said…he said you were his,” Logan whispers as he pounds into me. I shake my head in disagreement since he’s still covering my mouth. “But that’s…that’s impossible, right?” he asks, and I nod my head. “Because you’re mine.”

  I nod more emphatically as tears overflow from my eyes and drip down his knuckles. That’s when Logan removes his hand and replaces it with his mouth as he slams into me one last time and then fills me with everything he’s got to give — his body, his heart, and his soul.

  Logan braces his palm next to my head to keep his weight off of me as his kisses soften. “Maybe it’s crazy,” he starts as he presses his face into my neck. “But I’m already falling in love with you.”

  He can’t see my smile, but if I could measure it, I’m guessing it would be a mile wide.

  Running my fingers through his soft, blond locks, I tell him, “You’re my lobster.”

  “No,” he corrects. “I’m your wolf. Or penguin. Or beaver…”

  Laughing out loud, I say, “You’re not my beaver.”

  “I could be your beaver,” he jokes as he lifts his head to smile down at me.

  Shaking my head, the happy pheromones from the amazing sex start fading away much too fast. That’s why I ask Logan, “What are we gonna do about Marcus?”

  “Let me handle him, okay? You just stay close so that he can’t bother you anymor
e.”

  “Okay,” I agree, even though I’m terrified of the fallout. I don’t want to see Logan get hurt, especially in his career, since that’s the most important thing to him.

  “How long has it been going on, Brayden?” he asks.

  “About five years,” I reply.

  “So you were, what, eighteen when it started?” he questions through clenched teeth.

  “I was seventeen when he started flirting with me, and the first time he kissed me,” I tell him.

  “And your parents had no fucking idea?” he asks.

  “No,” I answer. “At first it was exciting to be sneaking around with a hot, older man. But then he started telling me what to wear and to stop seeing my friends. After he had Hunter arrested for child pornography, I knew he would do anything to make sure I wouldn’t see anyone but him.”

  “I wish you would’ve told me about him,” Logan says as he sweeps away a strand of hair from my face and caresses my cheek with his fingertips.

  “I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

  “He can’t hurt me,” he assures me.

  “He’ll try,” I warn.

  “Not if I hurt him first.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Logan

  I’m not all that surprised when the phone in my offices buzzes, and it’s Anderson’s secretary, asking me to come to his office.

  “Tell him I’m finishing up a few things, and I’ll be there when I get done,” I say aloud just to be a dick as I wink at Brayden, who is sitting on the other side of my desk.

  “Ah, um, okay,” the secretary replies before the line disconnects.

  “Are you ready?” Brayden asks.

  “Hell yes,” I tell her as I stand up and put on my jacket, wanting to look the part of the good little associate.

  “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” I tell her when I come around the desk and kiss her on her cheek.

  “Hurry,” she says. Clenching my arm, she pulls me down for a kiss on her lips. “And then I want us to take the rest of the day off. That okay with you, boss?” she asks.

  “Absolutely,” I agree, withholding from her the truth — that I probably won’t be employed much longer. So be it.

  Reluctantly leaving Brayden, I head down the hall and take the elevator upstairs to the eighth floor, the same floor as Brayden’s father.

  I flash a smile at Marcus’s secretary and give her my name.

  “Mr. Anderson is ready for you,” she informs me, so I go over to the door and open it without knocking.

  “Sit down,” Marcus mutters from behind his desk. As soon I drop down into one of his visitor’s chairs, he presses a few keys on his laptop and then spins it around to show me the screen.

  It’s a video of Brayden and me, fucking in my office earlier today.

  My jaw clenches with anger knowing that he was watching and recording us, mostly for Brayden’s sake. But thankfully my body is blocking the view of all her private parts, just like I knew it would.

  I’m not an idiot. When the mouse cursor on my computer screen started moving on its own yesterday, I knew someone was accessing it from in the firm. After the confrontation with Marcus, he became the obvious culprit. And if he could see my computer, he could see Brayden and me on the computer’s camera, if he so wished.

  “Don’t ever touch her again, or I’ll take everything from you and make sure every firm in the country sees this video of you fucking your boss’s daughter while she was working as your assistant.”

  “Wow, you would really do that?” I ask him. “Then you must not give a shit about Brayden if you’re willing to let people see her this way.”

  “I’ll do whatever it takes to get you away from her,” he grumbles.

  “Yeah, same here,” I agree before I get to my feet. Grabbing the laptop off the desk so hard the power cord jerks free, I raise it over my head and then slam it down on his desk over and over again like a madman, making him cringe away to avoid getting hit by random keys and chunks of plastic.

  Tossing the remainder of it down with my chest still rising and falling rapidly with adrenaline, I tell him, “You can shove this job up your ass for all I care! I’m tired of working for a piece of shit who manipulates a teenage girl into staying with him because it’s the only way to keep her! If you ever come near Brayden or me again, your face is gonna look just like that shattered laptop.”

  When he doesn’t respond other than to pick up his office phone, I say, “In case I wasn’t clear, I quit.”

  Speaking into the phone, he says, “We need security up here to escort Logan Davenport off the premises. He’s not allowed to collect his belongings or come back into the building. If he tries, call the police.”

  “Typical,” I mutter. “You’re too much of a pussy to confront me directly.”

  I’m about to walk out the door when it suddenly flies open, causing me to jump back out of the way.

  And it’s just the man I wanted to see.

  “What the hell is going on in here?” Walter Chambers asks us.

  “Your partner started fooling around with Brayden when she was seventeen and has been blackmailing her into being with him ever since. He’s the reason for all the shit that’s happened to her — why she flunked out of college and why she got arrested in Cancun,” I explain to him in a rush. “You should also know that I’m falling in love with Brayden, and I’m not going to stop seeing her or let him keep hurting her.”

  And then I brush past him and out the door to leave the building my damn self without any escorts. I know that I told Brayden I’d be back, but she’s safe now that her father knows the truth. So, when I get outside, I decide it’s best if I go home and cool off rather than stick around and push my luck getting arrested for trespassing.

  The old Logan would be panicking, worried about the future and how his career will recover now that I just quit my job.

  The new Logan, though? He’s finally got the girl of his dreams, and that’s the only thing that matters.

  Chapter Thirty

  Brayden

  “Is it true?”

  “Jeez, Daddy. Give a girl some notice,” I say, jumping a foot when my father suddenly speaks from Logan’s doorway. I had started tidying up his desk out of nervousness because I needed something to do.

  “Is it?” he asks again. “What Logan said about you…you and Marcus?”

  Great. Guess the cat’s out of the bag. While I’m not upset with Logan for going to my dad, a little heads-up would’ve been nice.

  Crossing my arms over my chest defensively, since I have a feeling a fight is coming on with my father, I steel my spine and tell him, “Yes.”

  Taking a few steps into the office, he lowers his voice and asks, “Why didn’t you tell your mother or me?”

  “Because at first, I thought I loved him and that he cared about me. He told me it was best if you didn’t know. Then things got bad, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t think you would believe me over him. He assured me over and over again that you wouldn’t.”

  “Jesus, Brayden. I’m…I’m so sorry.”

  Hearing the pain in his voice makes me have to blink away the tears. Changing the subject, I say, “So, Logan told you?”

  “He caused a bit of a scene upstairs,” my father says, making my eyes widen in surprise at hearing that. “Then he quit.”

  “He what?” I exclaim. “He didn’t tell me he was going to do that! He shouldn’t have…”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll talk to him — after Marcus packs up his shit and leaves. We’re done. He’s going to sell his shares of the company to me.”

  “What if he refuses?” I ask.

  “He can try,” my father replies.

  “Good,” I say with a smile, happy that my father is taking my side. “He’s an awful man." And then a different and horrible thought hits me. "But what if he goes after Logan for payback?” I ask with concern.

  “I won’t let that happen,” Dad
dy says. “Do you care about him? Logan?”

  “Yes,” I answer without hesitation.

  “That’s great to hear, because Logan said something about falling for you, and I tend to think he may have been telling the truth.”

  “Where is he?” I ask, wanting to see him, to kiss him and hold him now that everything is out in the open.

  “Marcus was trying to sic the guards on him, so I think he left.”

  “I’m going to find him,” I tell my father.

  “Tell him he still has a job here, if he wants it,” he says.

  “I will,” I agree.

  …

  Logan

  I’ve just cracked open my fourth, or is it the fifth, bottle of beer when there’s a knock on my front door. I figure it’s one of about three people and go grab my baseball bat just in case before I look out the peephole.

  Seeing her beautiful face, I put the bat down and unlock the door.

  “Hey! What are you doing here?” I ask before I wrap her up in a hug that’s so fierce her feet come off the ground. “How did you know where I live?”

  When I set her back down on her feet, Brayden blushes a little before she says, “I looked you up as soon as we got back from Mexico.”

  “Oh. Good,” I reply, happy to see her since I still don’t have her number. That’s going to change tonight. “Come in,” I say, pushing the door open wide for her to get through before I shut and lock it back up.

  “My dad is ending the partnership,” she informs me.

  “Really?” I say, glad Walter is doing the right thing and standing behind his daughter for once.

  “Yes. Thanks to you. I never thought he would believe me, but he did. Or at least he believed you.”

  “I’m glad. And first thing tomorrow, you and I are going down to the police station and getting restraining orders on that asshole, so that if he comes around either of us, they’ll be able to lock his ass up.”