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Logan grinned and gave me a salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

When we reached the house, Logan waved me through first before he turned and bolted the front door. The click cut through the silence in Six-Mile Manor. He pulled down the shade so none of the shifters could see in.

Without hesitation, I peeled off my clothes, and my skin heated as he dragged his gaze over me, once, twice, three times. Then he took his off more slowly than I had, teasing me as he slid his athletic pants down his legs.

“No underwear.” He waved at his crotch, already standing hard and tall and proud. “You didn’t like that last time.”

“Nothing between us,” I whispered.

“No more distance,” he said, his words a low growl. “No more distractions.”

I turned and continued on to the study, where I had already mixed a couple of drinks and had left them on the whiskey table.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’ve always been a sucker for a man with a good library,” I murmured.

He chuckled, low and deep. “Oh, I’ll make you appreciate my giant…library.”

“Everything about you is giant, Logan.” I tossed the words over my shoulder and sashayed ahead of him, more than aware he had to be staring at my ass.

“Mmm-hmm,” he groaned. “Hate to see you leave.Love to watch you go.” He stepped into the study, and his gaze stopped on the desk.

“Did you get that line from one of your books?” I asked.

“Yeah, in the one called cheesy pick-up lines.” He settled on one of the upholstered chairs beside the desk. “Would you rather go to my room?”

“Not yet.” I laughed, suddenly nervous about what we were about to do.

Despite wanting this, despite all the pent-up desire, despite him sitting in my brain, egging me on, I wasn’t sure about six months of endless sex with…

What am I thinking?I never chose the easy way, and whatever Logan was, he wouldn’t hurt me. He’d already sacrificed himself for me. Maybe I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I wasn’t going to disappear like I had back at Vixen’s.

“You sure you want to do this, Emma?” he asked.

Logan didn’t know it, but I was already almost two drinks into shoring up my courage, so I picked up the half-gone cocktail and drained the rest of it.

“Don’t you?” I countered.

“I think it’s obvious I do.” His dick throbbed in his lap, and he nonchalantly crossed his legs.

“Uh, would you like an Animal Doctor? Maybe take the edge off?” I asked, plucking the cherry from the bottom of my empty glass and stroking it with the tip of my tongue before depositing the empty glass on the tray. Another glass sat beside my empty one, and I offered it to him.

Logan’s gaze zeroed in on my tongue. He didn’t answer, and he didn’t take the glass. Desire blazed in his eyes, and his pulse pounded in the base of his neck.

“Well?” I sucked the cherry into my mouth and smashed it against the roof of my mouth, acutely aware of the intensity radiating off of him.

“How did you get the recipe?”

“Your cousin, Sheila, is surprisingly in favor of us, and she let me have it.”

His mouth pinched as he took the drink from me. “You know, I don’t think I fucking care how you got the recipe.”

His gaze darkened as he dragged his eyes to mine and downed his drink. His cherry slid around the bottom in a circle, and his ice clinked in the bottom of his glass.

He glanced down at the dark red fruit and back at me. “Now you’re going to sit on my face so I can eat you like you should be eaten, devouring every fold, every crevice, inhaling your scent as the completion of me.”

“Oh.”