As far as anyone at the company knows, Logan is on a three-week vacation. There was some gossip back at the company about Logan going to jail, but after Patterson was arrested and plead guilty to the charges after seeing the evidence against him, that all stopped.
“You need to stop worrying about me,” Logan scolds me, seeing my concerned expression. “You’re only going to stress yourself out. And I don’t want that.”
“Well that’s not happening,” I tell him firmly. I hate how casual he is about brushing off my concerns. I think he does it to hide his worry and put me at ease, but he doesn’t have to. I don’t want him to either. I’m here for him. All of him. I wish he would confide in me more. “I’m going to worry whether you like it or not, thank you very much.”
Logan cocks an eyebrow and sits back in his chair. Desire stirs within me, seeing his six-pack abs that seem even more well-defined these days. He’s lost some weight from being sick in the hospital, maybe five pounds, but he still looks the same, still devastatingly handsome. And the sight of him brings the part of me that needs his comforting touch to the forefront. “Oh yeah?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“Come here,” he says and pats his lap, scooting the chair out from his desk. I hesitate for a moment, wondering if it’s prudent to sit on him, but I can’t deny the urge. For a full week, sex and even the idea of sex have been nonexistent. Worry and fear were a constant, but things are different now. And I love it when he holds me. Right now, I need him to soothe my pain. Even if that makes me selfish.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I nestle into his lap as he spears his fingers through my hair. He looks up at me with an intensity that makes shivers run down my neck and arms. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”
My cheeks heat at his praise and warmth flows through my chest at his words. “Stop it.”
Logan shakes his head. “No,” he begins and there’s strength in his words I don’t expect, “the day I met you was the luckiest day of my life.” He gently rubs his nose against mine and says, “You saved me.”
Tears prick my eyes and begin rolling down my face. “I love you,” I whisper, my heart aching. I tell him that as often as I can. If nothing else, I need him to know how much I truly love him. I wipe the tears from my eyes and try to stop being so emotional.
“And I love you too, my beautiful Rose.” He pulls me down against him, pressing his lips against mine. I kiss him back with all the passion I have, pushing myself into him. His hands roam down my body and I groan at the sensation. It feels amazing to be touched by him again. Beneath me, I can feel his hard cock against my ass, pulsating and throbbing. I want him, and I moan into his kiss at the thought. I need him. Now.
We shouldn’t be doing this, I tell myself, but I don’t push him away. I gasp as he pinches my nipple, which sends a throbbing need to my clit. He groans into my mouth as his hand travels up my shirt. Logan should be resting and recovering. But it feels so right. And I want him just as much as he wants me.
He’s in the process of undoing my bra when there's a knock at the door. Startled and breathless, I jump out of his lap and start smoothing out my outfit.
Shit. I forgot Doctor Wallace was stopping by. I try to smooth out my hair and calm myself down as Logan smirks at me and rises out of the chair. I watch as he repositions himself inside his boxers to make his erection less obvious before he goes over to answer the door.
The lust I was feeling moments ago floods out of me as Doctor Wallace walks into the room carrying a large black bag, and I’m filled with anxiety.
“Good afternoon,” the doctor greets me with a smile that makes me even more nervous.
“Good afternoon, Doctor Wallace,” I barely say above a murmur as I respectfully give him a wide berth, taking a seat in the corner of the room.
The doctor gives me a tight smile and says, “Just checking in on Mr. Parker here.” He sets his bag down on Logan’s desk, and I stare at it numbly, hating it. Hating that Logan has to go through this, hating that he’s sick at all. I clench my fists with anger thinking about it.
I need to think happy thoughts and stay positive. But it’s hard. Logan’s outlook looks bleak. Stage four. Who beats that? My heart squeezes in my chest and I have to close my eyes to keep the tears from sliding out. I just want him healthy.
Doctor Wallace begins his physical examination that I’ve seen a few times now, checking Logan’s vital signs, shining a light into his eyes and performing an oral examination. All the questions are the same. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen the examination, but I listen just as closely, and my heart slows all the same. Every second feels like a lifetime. I just need him to be okay.