Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Elevator Memories (IV)

My gaze drifts downward, fixating on the clear puddle glistening between my feet on the elevator floor.

Jesus.

Someone has to come in here and clean that.

The thought churns my stomach. Will they know what happened in here? Who happened in here?

A wave of embarrassment burns up my chest and neck, and I start wondering why I ever let horny Nicole out of her cage.

Logan loosens his grip and carefully sets me down. My legs wobble beneath me. I can’t even look at him. The jerk is the reason I’m like this. Him and his pheromones and his dirty mouth and...

He couldn’t wait two seconds for the elevator to reach his floor? We could have done this in private.

Granted, it might have been a little less hot. Just a fraction.

But I wouldn’t have to sit here with the vision of someone with a spray bottle of bleach and rags cleaning up the evidence of our... indiscretion.

His lips press against my bare shoulder—surprisingly gentle after what we just did. The contrast steals my breath.

"You’re absolutely fucking magnificent," he murmurs. His voice is low and close, brushing against my skin. "A literal goddess."

"I made a mess," I whisper, still staring at it.

He chuckles. "You certainly did. And I loved every second of it."

He kisses the junction of my neck and shoulder, then drags his lips up behind my ear. "That’s the highest compliment a woman can give a man, you know. Showing me exactly how good I make you feel."

The praise melts through me, warming what embarrassment had frozen. I lean into him, my limbs still jelly.

His hand cups my breast, thumb grazing over my nipple with lazy, confident possession. "Wonder what other hidden talents we might discover tonight."

Panic shoots through me. "Logan—"

"Relax." He nuzzles my neck. "We’ll do the rest inside. In private. Out of concern for your tender, sweet sensibilities."

Relief floods me, but then I glance at the floor again. "We should clean that up."

"Later." He turns me to face him, lifting my chin. "Right now, I want to get you somewhere more comfortable than this elevator."

His eyes have softened to green, though flecks of gold still dance at the edges. He bends to retrieve my underwear and jeans—but doesn’t hand them over. Just holds them, smirking, and offers me his other hand.

I scowl and make a grab. "Give those back."

He lifts them just out of reach, childishly smug. ƒrēewebnovel.com

"Come on, you can’t just—"

I step forward, then wince as pain flashes between my legs. I freeze, hand flying to my crotch.

It stings. Like road rash, but in the worst place. And there’s a sharper, deeper tearing pain underneath it all. Endorphins gone, I feel everything now.

Damn it.

Logan’s grin drops. He steadies me, eyes searching mine. "What’s wrong? Nicole?"

"I think..." Heat climbs my face. "I might’ve torn. Down there."

Which, technically, is his fault. Who asked him to be so damn big? No one.

I’m not complaining.

Okay, I am complaining. Seriously. Ouch.

His face goes pale. "Fuck. I hurt you?"

He spins and jabs the elevator panel with rapid beeps, then lifts me into his arms. The sudden movement makes me wince again.

"I’m sorry," he murmurs, his voice tight with regret. "I got carried away."

The elevator doors open—not to a hallway, but a massive living room.

Thank God.

"I was expecting to be paraded through the building butt naked," I mutter.

"It opens directly into the penthouse," Logan says, focused entirely on me as he carries me across plush carpet toward the bedroom.

I should check out his bathroom. What else does he have in there?

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