Chapter 268: Logan

Friday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.

WHAT THE HELL WAS he doing?

Logan had no desire to get up off the floor. He had Kelsey's legs wrapped around him and her pussy still in his face. The way she'd shuddered and lost it for a moment, he wanted to see that again and know he'd made her feel that way.

This was way beyond acceptable.

Despite being off the clock, there were still police in the house and an active scene just yards away from where they were now. Not to mention the senator. And yet, none of that was important to him. Not with Kelsey there.

"Holy shit," she chanted.

She lay back against the gold-framed mirror in a boneless pose.

One thing was certain, she deserved a hell of a lot more from him than this.

What had he been thinking? Or had he thought at all?

Hell, it was damn hard to think about anything other than burying himself in her.

He shouldn't.

Logan turned his head and kissed her inner thigh.