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“No. Funnily enough, shower scenes didn’t play a big part in my prison fantasies.”

She didn’t want to even think about why not.

“But,” he continued, “this seems like the perfect excuse to get my hands all over you.” He gave her another little push, and she was under the spray. She reached up and tied her hair into a knot, closed her eyes, and relaxed.

She’d failed totally. She hadn’t told him about Jenny, and she hadn’t kept her distance. What a major cock-up. In more ways than one. She was just frustrated, that was all. Her body had needed this. It wasn’t as though she’d saved herself for him or anything. She’d had boyfriends, but the sex had never been particularly good. She found it hard to switch off, and it left her feeling a failure, and she hated that. In the end she’d given up. Her life was so busy, juggling Jenny with her career and lately studying for her detective exams. She’d hardly noticed the lack of men in her life. Or so she’d thought.

Why him?

She had no clue. He was the opposite of everything she needed, which was a father for Jennifer. Someone supportive of her career. Someone who wanted the same things out of life.

At that moment his hands cupped her breasts, squeezed, and her eyes flew open. “It looked like you were getting too serious there,” he murmured.

She glanced down as his soap-slick hands glided over her breasts, her skin tingling beneath his touch. He stepped closer, into the warm spray of water, so the droplets beaded on his thick lashes. His slippery hands continued their slow exploration of her body, down her rib cage, between her thighs, and she gasped. He massaged her gently, then his hands slipped around to soap her bottom, squeezing her ass cheeks.

As she raised her head, he lowered his and they kissed as the warm water washed over them. He pressed along the whole length of her body, his erection hot and hard against her belly.

“I want you again,” he muttered.

Well, she wasn’t arguing.

He sighed against her mouth, before drawing back. “No condom.”

“Oh.”

He reached behind her, turned off the water, and grabbed a towel. After drying her quickly, he rubbed the towel over his head. His long hair was damp and he pushed it off his face, grasped her hand, and tugged her out of the shower, through the open door and into his bedroom. It was a huge room dominated by a massive bed with a crimson cover.

He looked from the bed, to her, and back again.

“Hands and knees.”

“What?”

“I’m going to fuck you from behind. You okay with that, sergeant?”

Her sex was tingling, heat pooling at her core. Her body obviously liked the idea. She crawled onto the bed, and for a second wondered where her body-consciousness had gone. She’d never before felt entirely comfortable naked. Now here she was crawling onto the bed, ass in the air, for a man she’d only ever actually met four times in her entire life.

“Further,” he ordered from behind her, and she crawled another foot onto the bed.

“Shit, that is pretty. Open your legs.”

She parted her thighs. Raised her ass a little bit higher.

“Jesus, I can see you all wet for me.”

She heard the rustle as he tore open a condom packet, and held herself very still, waiting for the first touch.

His hand came down on her ass in a resounding slap and she yelped, turning her head to glare over her shoulder at him. “Hey, don’t do that.”

“You don’t like? In this particular fantasy, you liked it a lot. Sure you don’t want to try? Just a nice gentle pat.”

Did she? This was definitely the last time she was going to get naked with Logan. Maybe she owed it to herself to try everything. Just once. “Okay, but not hard. Anyway, I thought you said you weren’t into kink.”

He grinned. “Sweetheart, this is not kink. This is playing. Kinky would be if I was doing this dressed from head to toe in black latex and wielding a paddle.”

She giggled. “Or a riding crop.”

“You know your bottom does amazing things when you laugh. But this isn’t supposed to be funny. Now hold still.”