Normally when I do go out, Nova is with me. We can be connected at the hip when I’m not with my husband. I’m definitely not going to take her with me on my surprise sex pop-in on Logan at his office.
“Do you want me to call her?”
“No.” I laugh. “I just need a car please.” I start walking toward the front doors.
“Of course. Where will you be heading?”
“4th and Abbot.” I wiggle my toes inside my boots. “Actually I think I’ll walk it.” It’s probably not my best idea, but I feel like getting some fresh air.
“It might rain.” Martin rushes to stand in front of me before I can exit the building.
“Really? It’s sunny.” I point out.
“Where are you off to?” Nova calls, stepping off the elevator.
“I wanted to surprise Logan at the office.”
“That’s sweet. I’ll walk with you.”
“Are you sure?”
“I was about to go to the gym. Walking with my friend sounds a lot better.” Her eyes roam up and down me. “My friend that is obviously up to something.” She smirks. My face flushes even more. “See you later, Martin.” Nova gives him a smile as she grabs one of the glass doors, pulling it open for me.
“Meow.”
Nova stops walking and looks down at my bag.
“Oh! I haven't introduced you to Harley yet.” I open up my bag. Harley pops his little head out. “Nova, meet your nephew. His name is Harley, and he’s the newest addition to the Pruitt family.”
“He’s adorableish.” She gives him a little scratch on the top of his head with one finger. They both give each other skeptical looks. Nova is more of a dog person, but I still love her despite that one glaring flaw. She pulls out her phone, clicking away as we walk. “You want to stop for a coffee?”
“No.” I try to speed up to make the crosswalk as the numbers click down.
Nova snags my arm, slowing my pace.
“Hey! We could have made that.”
“You’re going to hurt yourself in those heels.”
“I’ve got this.” I tug on my coat, making sure it’s closed.
“You wanna tell me why you have hooker boots on?”
“Nova!” I hiss, glancing around to see if anyone heard. “Surprising my man at the office,” I whisper.
“Are you…” She trails off, her eyes flicking over the coat.
“Not all the way.” I pull on her arm when the light changes and we can walk again.
“Oh! Look at those cookies.” Nova pulls me toward the window of the bakery. “You can get Logan some.”
“I’m the cookie.” I shake my arm free of her. “I’ll see you later, girl.”
She reluctantly lets me go, and I leave her standing in front of the sweet shop. I don’t know why she’s being weird, but I’m on a mission.
“Mrs. Pruitt.” Chuck, one of the security guards, calls when I enter the building. His eyes flick up and down me the same as Nova's did. Oh, gosh. Is it obvious what I’m up to?
“Hi, Chuck.” I give him a wave before making a beeline straight for the elevator. I bet my face matches my lipstick with how much I’m blushing. I hit the button to the elevator over and over so it closes as fast as possible. I probably should have thought this through a bit more, but I know if I really stopped to think about it that I might chicken out.
When the elevator doors slide open again, my husband is standing there. My very pissed off looking husband that is. I’ve never been on the receiving end of Logan’s anger before. I’ve seen him snap at other people and thought I’d never want that to be me. But my body isn’t having the response I thought it would if that was to ever happen. I press my thighs together as excitement lights up my body.
“Quinn.” He snaps my name out, sounding pissed as hell. My nipples harden almost painfully. He reaches out, grabbing me by the arm, pulling me off the elevator and toward his office.
“Hi Ben.” I start to wave at him, but Logan cuts me off.
“Don’t look at or talk to him.”
I drop my hand quickly. Logan takes my purse from me, giving it over to Ben. “You’re babysitting.”
“I’m what?” he asks before a meow comes from inside my purse. I don’t get to see his reaction because Logan already has me in his office and is slamming the door closed behind us.
The lock clicking into place is loud and filled with promise. At least I hope that’s what it is. With my husband, I’m starting to realize you never know what you’re going to get. But I know I’m going to enjoy whatever he gives me.
6
Logan
“What were you thinking?” I grab her and carry her to my desk, sitting her on it and glaring down at her.
“I was, um—” Her tongue darts out to wet her red lips. She looks like sex. Like a fucking wet dream in a fur coat with God-knows-what underneath. I’m so hard I could fuck through a brick wall, and all I can see is her.