Nope, Nick wasn’t ready to talk evidently.
Deacon sat next to her, both he and Jazz spouting off information about babies and pregnancy like they were in a trivia contest.
When Simon sat on the other side of Jazz, a purring George in his lap, Harper finally relaxed a little. This family she’d married into wasn’t exactly what she’d envisioned for herself. But like the baby that was now a part of her, so were they. And she wouldn’t change a thing.
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Billionaire Beach Bum
By Katherine Reid
One
Logan stretched beside Hayley so close she felt the heat of his body. He whispered, “I missed you.”
His lips were warm and tasted like cinnamon sugar. His fingers hovered above her hip, not touching, but waiting, wanting. His tongue parted her lips and dipped inside. Heat exploded inside her stomach, spiraling down to her care. Her heart stalled then tha-thumped in a staccato rhythm that stole her breath.
“Please…”
Logan withdrew and looked at her, his left eyebrow quirked. “Please, what?”
Her gaze traveled down his firm body to the boxers, and knew, without a doubt, a delicious cock waited inside. She could see the way the material tented. He wanted her.
And God help her, she wanted him.
“Hayley.”
Her gaze sought Logan’s and in those chocolate depths, she saw desire, tenderness, and an offer of pleasure.
Logan swept two fingers across her cheek and down her neck. Two fingers became one as he stroked around her areola, circling and circling until the tip of his finger brushed her nipple. Her nipple became a hard, aching point. She looked down at his circling finger and drew in a sharp breath.
Logan lowered his head to her chest until his mouth was a kiss away from the aching peak.
His lips closed over the tortured nipple. He suckled, his warm, wet tongue swirling against the sensitive flesh. A low moan rose from her throat as hot desire jabbed at her. Her hands wound into his soft hair, and she pressed him closer, encouraging his gentle assault.
Logan cupped her other breast and used his tongue to worship it. God, it felt good to have someone play with her breasts, suck and cajole her nipples into a response. She already felt slick and ready.
He lifted his head and looked at her. “You taste as sweet and fresh as a peach.” His gaze flicked at the valley between her breasts and traveled to her navel. His lips pressed against her quivering stomach muscles, and his tongue stroked a long, slow line to her navel. He encircled it then flicked inside it, making her giggle nervously.
Her heart thundered as electric sensations zipped across her skin.
Hayley felt submerged in desire, hot and needy, and she wanted … she wanted to feel him slid into her, to show her how much he loved her. Wanted her.
She trembled. Oh yes.
She reached between them and wrapped her hand around his length. He moaned as she slowly, deliberately stroked him. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back. She sat up, her knees planted on either side of his thighs. They both groaned in pure pleasure as he entered her.
She moved back and forth until Logan gripped her hips and took control.
As he increased his pace, pleasure tumbled through her.
“You feel so good,” she said, breathless. “Oh, Logan.”
Her hips pumped hard now, both of them in rhythm, straining toward the bright explosion of joy. Logan grabbed her buttocks and thrust hard, faster inside her. His moans excited her, and she rode the crest of the first wave into a larger, second wave of pure ecstasy.
She screamed as she came, her eyes opening so she could watch him reach completion. Sweat dribbled down his neck, his eyes glazed with passion. His gaze locked on hers as he arched, his thighs tensing under her buttocks. Crying her name, he emptied himself inside her.
“Hayley. Yo. Hayley Nelson.”
The sound of her name jerked her awake from the blissfully erotic dream. God, she missed Logan. Blinking, she sat up from the lumpy couch. The FBI safe house was designed for anonymity, not comfort. Her brother Ben, an agent for the Bureau, was staring at her, a deep frown on his wide mouth.