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“I guess that’s what it’s called.” I grin.

He shows me a spinning kick, moving with flexibility and speed, in a way that seems almost effortless. My pulse rises.

“Show me again.”

He performs the kick again.

Why is it so sexy to watch him kick and spin in the air? Not exactly what I thought would happen when I asked to accompany him, but I’m quite enjoying it. “Can you do it again?”

He performs the kick at least five times before he realizes I’m playing with him. He looks at me, panting, his glistening chest rising and falling. “You didn’t really want to learn the kick, did you?” He raises an eyebrow.

I smile. “Yes. Yes, I did. Of course.”

“Then go ahead.”

I spin around and try to mimic what he did, but I don’thave his grace. I probably look like a hippopotamus and not a panther or a cat or some other sexy animal. I try again and lose my balance.

Logan’s arm wraps around my waist before I can register what happened and just before I land on my butt again.

He pulls me to him, and I crash into his body. The air leaves my lungs in a loudwhoosh, and my eyes widen. My body presses against his, and my hands rest on his bare, glistening chest, where his heart beats strongly under my fingertips.

I freeze. What do I do? What am I doing?

Help.

I tilt my head up and meet his eyes. They’re not cold as usual, they’re smoldering.

“Didn’t want you to fall on your nice butt again,” he says in a low voice.

He said it again. I knew I wasn’t imagining it all! Every nerve in my body throbs, attuned to his, begging for his touch.

I know I shouldn’t be attracted to him. He’s not a nice guy, he’s my boss, he’s not interested. It’s all true. But God, how attracted I am to him. My lips part, and I tilt my face up.

His eyes continue to stare into mine, reading my hidden desires, and then his lips crash onto mine.

He kisses me like a starving animal, devouring my mouth, my lips. It’s just a kiss, but it feels like claiming ownership. He’s uninhibited, scorching, possessive, demanding all of me as he grips my thigh and pulls it to him, pressing my body to the hard bulge in his pants.

I moan into his mouth, giving him everything I have, grinding my hips against his. I want him to touch me, fuck mewith his mouth, his fingers, and then with his cock. In that order.

I try to arch my body, press my hard nipples against his naked chest. His sweat clings to me, and his scent fills my senses and arouses me.

Why does the touch of his lips on mine feel so familiar? I experience a sense of déjà vu.

“Maybe you should get a room,” a voice says.

Logan detaches from me at once, pushing me off him.

“We just finished,” Logan tells him, then he turns to me again. “We should leave. I’ll just go shower.”

Before I can say a word, he retrieves his shirt from the floor and strides toward the locker rooms, disappearing from view.

I’m panting heavily, my face burning as I turn my head to the man who interrupted us, but he’s already walking away.

Too bad. I feel like trying that kick I just learned on him.

I wait for Logan outside.

“I’ll take you back to the apartment. Or do you want me to drop you off somewhere else?” Logan asks as we wait for the driver to arrive to pick us up from the club entrance.