Free Remorseless (Fractured Farrells: A Damaged Billionaire Series Book 3) by Mallory Crowe Page A

she wouldn’t look at him, which told him all he needed to know about what just happened. What he already knew about what just happened. It was a mistake.
    He pushed himself off the bed and once again pulled his shirt on before he looked for his shoes.
    “Logan—”
    “If you want me to stay, you should seriously reconsider your closed-leg policy,” he bit out as he found the shoes. He couldn’t stay in this room for one more second with Julie sitting there mostly naked, just one arm hiding her breasts from him—which was futile considering the image of her beautiful topless body was already burned into his memory for all time. No amount of hiding could ever take that away from him.
    He found the car keys and the room key and two seconds later, he was out of the room. He paused outside the door and took a second. That was...bad. And kind of amazing. Fuck, she wasn’t supposed to want him. How the hell was he supposed to keep his hands off her now?

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    T hat was bad. Very bad. Well, the orgasm wasn’t. That part was amazing. Julie didn’t even know what happened. One second she was having a completely innocent conversation with Logan and then she was touching him. Sure, he’d held her hand against him, but only because he’d seen her reach out first.
    All over a stupid prison tattoo. They were supposed to be ugly. It was shoddy work done on shoddy equipment done by guys who barely knew what they were doing. But on Logan, the words were so beautiful and strong. A strange representation of himself that she didn’t even know whether he was aware of.
    So not only had she compromised every work ethic she had, but now he was off on his own doing Lord knew what. All she could do was hope he didn’t get into trouble. She wasn’t the type to sit back and cross her fingers that everything would work out. She put her shirt back on and fell back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.
    She should’ve stopped him. He would’ve stopped. There had been so many micro moments where he’d paused and given her ample opportunity to get out of it. But every chance she had to run away, she would pull him closer and continue the kiss.
    If Robert ever found out, she’d be fired in a heartbeat. This was the one condition he had when he hired her. Well, when he hired her for Nathan. He hadn’t technically told her to stay away from Logan, but Julie knew it was implied.
    Even if it wasn’t implied, it was common sense. Don’t fuck clients. Rule number one in any business. And now she was dry humping one in the worst motel room she’d ever stayed at. What the hell was wrong with her? She couldn’t at least wait for a place that didn’t look as if it held a record for most crimes ever committed at a motel?
    Julie grabbed the pillow and held it over her face as she let out a small scream of frustration. Of course, then her neck reminded her that it hurt like a bitch to scream, and she threw the pillow back on the bed.
    Damn it, she was better than this. She was better than a crush, and she was better than her stupid hormones that were obviously working against her.
    It wasn’t as if it was that long since she’d been laid. Well, it had been a few years, but they’d been busy, distracting years. And she’d had her handy vibrator, which was much lower maintenance than a man. So why was it that Logan was the first man who ever tempted her?
    He was attractive as hell, sure. But so was Nathan, and she’d spent plenty of time alone with Nathan and never felt even the remote urge to rip off all his clothes and grind up on his leg.
    Was it the tattoos? She’d never been entranced by body ink like she was with Logan, but it really was good work. Not to mention his chest was a perfect canvas. If anyone should get a tattoo, it was someone with Logan’s body.
    So...was it just his personality? Did she really like him? How... high school . She was disappointed in herself. Disappointed that she’d let things get this