All Chapters of Your Lips to Mine #1: The Billionaire's Sassy Girl: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"You look stunning," Logan murmured, his voice a low, sultry whisper that sent a shiver down her spine.She turned to face him, her breath hitching as their gazes locked. HisThe suit fits him perfectly, highlighting his robust physique, His deep eyes sparkled with the light of desire. She slowly approached him, each step filled with teasing and allure."Thank you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I think we both know this isn't just about appearances."Logan's lips curled into a smirk as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "No, it's not," he agreed, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "But right now, all I can think about is how much I want you."Aliyah's heart raced as she felt his hand slide down her back, tracing the curve of her spine until it settled on her waist. She tilted her head up, meeting his gaze with a mixture of desire and determination. "Then what are you waitin

The evening air had turned crisp as I entered Logan’s penthouse, the warmth and familiarity of the place immediately wrapping around me like a soft blanket. I could always count on this space to feel like home, with its quiet luxury and the soft, soothing scent of sandalwood that lingered in the air. It was Logan’s signature smell, one that had become almost a comfort to me, even after all the chaos of the day.As the door closed softly behind me, I saw him on the couch, casually lounging in a white shirt and joggers—looking every bit the billionaire who could make anything look effortless. When he glanced up and noticed me, the corners of his lips twitched upward into a smile.“Look who finally shows up,” he teased, his voice low and warm. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me.” I rolled my eyes playfully, walking over and setting my bag down on the armchair nearby. “As if I could forget about you,” I said, arching an eyebrow in mock offense.Logan chuckled, his eyes so

The sunlight streaming through the windows of Logan’s penthouse was my first clue that I had overslept. The ache in my body and the soft smile tugging at my lips told the rest of the story. Last night had been… well, Logan. Intense, passionate, and overwhelming in all the best ways. I stretched lazily, wincing slightly at the soreness, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I glanced over at his side of the bed, empty and cool to the touch. A note rested on his pillow, and I picked it up with a grin. "Had to leave early for a meeting. Don’t overwork yourself today. Miss you already."I rolled my eyes fondly, folding the note and tucking it into my nightstand. “Workaholic,” I murmured, amused. But who was I to talk? A quick shower and a strong cup of coffee later, I felt somewhat alive again. I chose a black blazer and matching pencil skirt, paired with sleek heels, the kind of outfit that screamed authority. Adjusting the cuffs of my blouse, I admired my reflection in the mirror.

The moment I stepped out of the conference room, I was greeted by a buzz of activity. The board members shuffled past me, murmuring their post-meeting thoughts, while a few employees loitered near the reception area, their expressions caught somewhere between curiosity and outright fascination. I didn’t think much of it until my eyes landed on Logan, casually seated in the waiting area outside my office.Logan Pierce, my ridiculously handsome boyfriend, was sitting there with a bouquet of red roses so stunning it looked like it belonged on the cover of a floral magazine. To top it off, he held a sleek box of chocolates balanced on his lap. His presence alone was enough to command attention, but the added romantic gestures? It was as though Cupid had walked into the building.I paused mid-step, raising an eyebrow at the unexpected sight. Logan looked up from his phone, a knowing smirk spreading across his face as our eyes met. That smirk. It always made my pulse quicken, no matter how

The second my phone buzzed, I knew it was him. Seeing Logan’s name on the screen sent a mix of relief and warmth through me. It had been nearly sixteen hours since I last heard from him, and while I understood his situation, the distance still weighed on me. “Hey,” I answered, my voice soft, my pen pausing mid-signature on a contract. “Hi, sweetheart,” Logan’s deep voice greeted me, sounding warm but undeniably tired. “I just got to the hotel. It took forever to get through customs, but I’m finally here.” I leaned back in my chair, concern immediately taking over. “Sixteen hours on a flight, Logan? And you’re already calling me? You need to rest.” He chuckled lightly, a sound that always made my chest tighten in the best way. “I will, I promise. I just wanted to hear your voice first. I’ve got a few hours before I have to head to the company.” I frowned, my tone shifting to one of playful sternness. “Logan Pierce, if you overwork yourself, I swear I will fly over there and d