Mr. CEO(65)

“I’m fine,” Logan assures me, tearing his eyes from his laptop screen and looking up at me with a handsome grin. Surprisingly, he looks well rested today and he’s sitting in his office chair in just red boxer briefs and no shirt. I must admit, he’s a sight for sore eyes, but I’m more concerned with his recovery; it’s all I’m concerned about. I let out a heavy sigh and push my hair over my shoulders. My heart feels so heavy.

I’m still having a hard time getting over the shock at finding out he has cancer. He looked so healthy, I never would have suspected he was sick. Just knowing that he’s been secretly dealing with this pain all this time makes me want to break down into tears. “I’m just answering these emails and going over some contracts.”

I open my lips to argue, but then close them. I know Logan isn’t going to listen to me, no matter how much I bitch at him.

Good thing Trent is running the company, I think to myself. Otherwise, Mr. CEO here would kill himself to make sure everything was working right.

After he found out the news, Trent offered to take over as CEO until Logan is well enough to work again. To ensure that Logan doesn’t try to overwork himself, he’s refused to give Logan updates about the company’s status and he won’t take his calls.

It’s pissed Logan off, but it’s for his own good.

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.