Auctioned to the Bad Boy CEO

Another one of those terribly infectious giggles came down the line, and sure enough Hannah smiled and rolled her eyes.

“Oh, I don’t think I will. That sounds like all sorts of delicious fun is right in your future. You’ll have to fill me in on the gory details when you’re back in London, sis.”

Hannah turned an endearing shade of pink, and Logan was hard pushed to contain his amusement.

“Sarah, stop it.” She glanced up at him and shook her head. “You know full well I won’t tell you anything.”

“Phtt, more’s the pity. Here comes Rhia now. Hey, sweetie, say goodbye to Logan and Hannah. You’ll see them when they come back from their holiday.” More rustling and then Rhia’s soft voice came through the line.

“You’re going away?” She sounded so small and lost, it almost made Logan abandon this impulsive idea, but before he could respond, Hannah did.

“Only for a little while. We talked about this, remember? You’ll have lots of fun with Auntie Sarah and Uncle George, and Logan and I will be back before you have a chance to miss us. I’ll phone every day to see how you’re doing, okay?”

Logan’s chest tightened at the emotion in his new wife’s voice. Rhia had blossomed under Sarah and Hannah’s care and lived for the nightly ritual of Hannah’s phone call to wish her sweet dreams. He should have known that Hannah would know the right words to put his niece at ease with their sudden departure. Already her nightmares had lessened, and she dropped off to sleep much easier than she ever had done since Hannah had become part of their lives. No doubt Rhia would come even more out of her shell, once Hannah lived under the same roof as they did.

The thought of having access to Hannah’s delicious body twenty-four seven made his dick twitch in need. He needed this over

with, and he needed to be inside his wife ten minutes ago.

“K, bye then.” Rhia still sounded lost, but he couldn’t dwell on that now. After all, this whole marriage thing was for her, and they needed to do this right. No doubt word of their unorthodox behavior would make it back to Lord and Lady Franningham in no time—those two seemed to have their spies everywhere—and while they wouldn’t approve at all, at least they couldn’t use this against him. If anything, it proved the validity of their marriage, not that it was the driving force behind his rash decision to be alone with Hannah. No, that was pure lust talking and the chance to finally rid himself of his self-inflicted blue balls syndrome.

“Love you, sweetheart.”

Hannah’s words brought a lump of emotion to his throat, and as a result his voice was hoarse when he added his own goodbyes to Rhia.

“We’ll see you soon, munchkin. Be good now.”

“Yes, Daddy Logan.”

There went another sucker punch to his gut. He didn’t deserve that title, should never have had it bestowed on him, if his asshole of a brother had kept his temper in check. He ended the phone call, cutting Sarah off mid talking and turned his phone off. He wanted no distractions. With that in mind he stuffed all those painful thoughts back into the box they belonged in, and addressed his new wife.

“Shall we?”

Chapter Eight

The twinkle in Logan’s dark eyes proved Hannah’s undoing. He looked like a naughty schoolboy right now, bunking off lessons, and in truth she felt like that, too. As the first drops of rain fell out of the darkening sky, she screeched and, holding onto his hand, ran with him.

“Where are we going?” She gasped, breathless after her sprint in the far too tight corset, as they stopped outside his Jaguar.

“It’s a surprise, you’ll see. Get in before you’re soaked through.”

A clap of thunder made her jump, and she wasted no time to get into the car. The minute she did, the whole sky lit up in lightning, and Hannah screamed. Logan slammed the door shut, started the engine, turned the heating up, and shrugged out of his suit jacket. He looked even more sexy without it, the waistcoat accentuating his broad shoulders. When he undid the cufflinks and rolled the sleeves up, exposing powerful forearms, desire curled low in Hannah’s belly.

Another loud roar of thunder shook the car, and more lightning forked against the sky. She couldn’t help her flinch or the white-knuckle grip on the dashboard in response.

“Relax, sweetheart, we’re perfectly safe in the car.” Logan’s deep voice in her ear, his hot breath against her neck as he leaned across and nibbled her earlobe, while he slowly uncurled her fingers from their death grip on the dash, worked its magic. “I’ve got you, little dove. Trust me.”

It hit her then with a jolt almost as powerful as the thunder rolling across the Scottish countryside. She did trust him, and she relaxed into his embrace as he smiled at her. The interior of the car filled with warmth, but even if it hadn’t her rising internal temperature would have chased away the tremors on her damp skin. This close to him in the confines of his car, there was no escaping his overwhelming presence, his raw masculinity, coupled with that hint of danger that drew her like a moth to the flame. His damp hair glistened, and a drop of rainwater fell off the end and ran along his nose, down to the full lips, which she couldn’t wait to taste again. He licked that drop away, and she bit back a moan.

“Jesus, woman, if you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’ll take you right here and now, and fuck who might see us.”

She gasped, and those lips of his kicked up into a sinful smile, exposing even white teeth. His chiseled jaw already sported the first evidence of stubble, and she clenched her thighs together to relieve the ache in her nether regions. She remembered what that stubble felt like all too well, and it had been over a month since they’d last had sex.

“What, my little sweet dove? No protest.” His voice dropped further to that deep, dark, sexy as all out growl, and she shook her head.

“No, just I don’t think we could, even if we wanted to, not with me in this dress.”

Logan’s deep sensual chuckle rolled over her, pulling her further into his spell, as he ran the knuckles of his hand over the swell of her breasts. Her breaths grew shallow, and he murmured something under his breath that she couldn’t hear over the sound of her blood rushing in her ears.