Chapter 80

"A reward, then?" he asked, lifting me onto his large office desk with ease, his hands firm around my waist like he’d been waiting to do this all day. I gasped softly, my palms landing on the cool surface behind me. “Logan…” He stepped between my legs, his tie loosened, his expression dark with playful intent. “You’ve been teasing me all morning. Walking around in that soft sweater like you didn’t know what it does to me?” I blinked. “My sweater?” He smirked, trailing his fingers along the hem. “It’s criminal, really. Hugs your curves like it was made for my eyes only.” His voice dropped, rasping against my skin. “And don’t get me started on how you stretch in front of the canvas.” I swallowed hard, cheeks burning. “You watched me paint?” “Every stroke,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles over my thigh. “But this—this is the masterpiece I want.” “Someone could walk in,” I whispered, nerves fluttering in my chest. He didn’t stop. His fingers slid just beneath my skirt, his touch deliber