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I guess not knowing Logan didn’t stop me from asking if I could sit on his face.

He catches me staring and touches the scar. “Injured in the line of duty,” he says simply.

“Oh.” I can’t even imagine. “Like, a guest slipped off your penis and landed wrong?”

“What?” Logan laughs and his whole face lights up. “Sorry, I should have been clearer. I’m a former Marine.”

“Oh.” That makes more sense.

It also explains the hot body. He fills out a T-shirt like Trent does, with well-rounded biceps and ripples of abs I can see through thin cotton. My mouth starts to water and I wonder what Trent’s doing now.

Stop thinking about him .

Logan walks to the wet bar and pivots to face me. “Can I fix us a drink? I make a mean gin and tonic.”

I must make a face, because he blanches.

“Shit, sorry—do you not drink?”

“No, it’s fine.” I nibble my lip. “Just laying off the gin right now.”

“Gotcha, gotcha.” He bends down to open the mini fridge, which gives me a moment to check out his ass.

Very nice.

“How about kombucha?” He paws through the bottles and cans. “You’re also pretty well stocked with fresh citrus. I mix a mean lemon drop martini.”

“Perfect.” Something to sip sounds fantastic. “Should I be making you a drink? You came to my room, so that kinda makes me the host.”

Logan chuckles. “There aren’t any etiquette rules here. You came to relax, and I’m here to make sure that happens.”

“Okay.” My mouth feels a little bit dry. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure.” He starts rolling a lemon in his palm. I know he’s just trying to loosen the juice and get all those citrus oils flowing,but the sight of his palms on that fruit does the same thing to me as it does for the lemon. My mouth isn’t dry anymore. Neither are other parts.

“What’s that smile about?” He grins as he juices the lemon in one of those fancy contraptions that looks like a speculum. Yes, I’ve had a women’s health exam. I’m not that na?ve.

“Oh, um—” I nibble my lip. “You have nice hands.”

“Thanks.” He measures the vodka and tosses it into a shaker with ice. “You like sugar on your rim?”

“Yes, please.” Still nibbling my lip, I fumble for a thread of conversation. “Do you do a lot of rimming?”

Cocking his head, he tumbles some ice in a shaker. “Pardon?”

Heat floods my cheek as I find myself babbling.

“I saw rimming in the app and I looked it up in this sex manual my friends gave me.” Sara, stop talking .

“I don’t know how I’d feel about someone licking my butthole, but I’m open to trying it sometime.

I mean, after a bath. Which I took right before you got here.

Not because I’m wanting you to lick my?—”

“How about we start with the drink?” His kindhearted smile keeps me from diving under the bed to hide until winter.

Maybe longer if I can’t stop spewing ridiculous things.

Logan’s still smiling as he strides over with a glass in each hand. Handing me one of them, he rests a hand at the small of my back. “Is this okay?”

“You touching me?” It’s way more than okay. “Yes.”

“Great!” He guides me to the loveseat overlooking the sea and takes a seat on one side. Patting the cushion, he smiles. “I promise I don’t bite. And I won’t lick you anywhere until after our lemon drops.”

“Okay.” That makes as much sense as anything. With my knees still a little bit wobbly, I sit down beside him and cross my bare legs. My skirt rides up and I start to tug it down, but I see his hot gaze linger on my exposed thigh.

Fuck it. Might as well start somewhere.

I take a sip of my drink, which has just the right blend of sweetness and tart. Logan Wilder is a man of many talents. “How long have you worked here?”

“A little over three years.” He sets his glass down and stretches his arms over the back of the loveseat.

“Joined the Marines right out of high school. That’s what I was doing before I came to work at Crystal Bliss.

” His cheerful smile slips just a little, but he shores it up fast. “Took a little time off in between, but I’ve been here long enough to know I love working for Crystal Bliss. How about you?”

“Me?”

“What do you like to do?”

I like that he’s leaving it open. That I can volunteer my job or my hobbies or the places I’d like to be licked .

Stop thinking about licking.

“I’m twenty-three and I grew up in Portland.

I work as a special-ed teacher.” God, I sound so innocent.

“I’ve been felt up before, and my former fiancée made me come by touching me over my panties.

” I’m trying to sound worldly and experienced, but I hear myself speaking and I know I’ve just had the opposite effect.

“I’ve been saving myself for the guy I’d planned to marry since I was fourteen, but he dumped me four weeks before our wedding without really explaining, so…

” Crap, where was I going with this? “Now I’m here to have sex. ”

Logan just smiles at me kindly. “Anyone ever tell you your eyes are mesmerizing?”

“Oh.” It’s probably a line he delivers to everyone, but he’s looking at me like he means it.

“The left one’s just a little bit lighter than the right one.” He leans in closer, brushing my knee with his knuckles. “You’ve got this beautiful, warm ring of honey right around your pupils, and it flows into ribbons of amber and coffee. Really striking.”

“Wow.”

He leans back and all the breath leaves my lungs.

“I wasn’t tuning you out,” he adds, since I’m rendered basically speechless.

“It takes an incredibly strong and compassionate person to teach special-ed. My brother suffered a traumatic brain injury at six, and if it weren’t for some truly amazing special-ed teachers, he wouldn’t have the full life he has now.

I admire the hell out of you for the work you do. ”

“Oh my God.” Licking my lips, I manage a wobbly smile. “You’re really good at that.”

“At what?”

“Putting people at ease. Really seeing someone.”

He chuckles and picks up his drink. “I promise it’s not just a consort trick. I love getting to know awesome people. I love seeing you.” Grinning, he takes a small sip of his drink. “And in this case, I happen to see an extraordinary woman who’s sexy as fuck.”

“Oh.” I’m almost too flustered to remember my manners. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He sets down his glass, letting his hand graze my knee as he shifts a bit closer. “How’s the drink?”

“Good.” I glance at my glass on the table. I’ve only had a few sips, so I can’t blame the booze for how buzzy I feel. Maybe I’m still keyed up from the night of my party. I haven’t touched myself since before Trent walked out, so I’m achy and needing relief.

That’s why I do it.

Why I lunge for his mouth, straddling Logan as I push him back into the couch. The instant I seal my lips against his, my brain fills with flashbacks to Trent. To that night on his sofa and?—

Oh.

Logan’s big hands find their way to my waist, and his touch feels nothing like Trent’s. The sweep of his tongue, the drag of his palms up my spine—it’s different; not better or worse, just different.

And that’s what I’m craving right now.

I paw at his abs, pushing his shirt up over his pecs. Breaking our kiss, Logan grins broadly and drags his shirt off over his head. “Better?”

“Much.” Licking my lips, I slide my hands over his chest. “I can see why my friends recommend you.”

Logan blinks. “Your friends?”

“Sorry, I just made this weird.” I can’t seem to stop touching him. He’s hard all over, rippled with muscle and sinew. “You had a threesome with Eve and I’m sure you can’t say anything about that, but also, Camille is your boss’s girlfriend.”

“Ah, yes.” He grins as my nails scrape his nipples. “God, you’re sweet. ”

The words shoot a bolt of lightning right through me. Cupping his extra-broad shoulders, I dig my nails into his flesh. “Not that sweet.”

Logan’s eyes widen ever so slightly. Then a big smile slides over his face.

“I meant kissing you. You taste like lemons, and you smell like lilacs, and your eyes just got darker, like melted chocolate.” Drawing a hand to my face, he traces the line of my jaw with his thumb.

“I don’t know how anyone could look at you and not want to eat you up. ”

The buzz in my brain gets louder as Logan starts kissing me again. He’s a bit more aggressive this time, while still letting me set the pace. His hands roam my body, touching me over my clothes. It doesn’t take long before I’m squirming and conscious of the bulge in his shorts.

At this point with Trent, we’d normally stop. Maybe we’d dry hump and I’d climax like that, or sometimes he’d touch me over my panties. His hands might’ve wandered under my shirt, or he’d even unfasten some buttons, but we always kept our clothes on.

Not anymore. Not here, not now. Not for this version of Sara who demands what she wants.

Breaking the kiss, I force my mind off my old flame. Eyes locked with Logan’s, I reach for the hem of my shirt. “It only seems fair,” I murmur as I pull it over my head. “Since you’re shirtless and all.”

“I like how you think.” His bright, hazel eyes drop to my breasts and I watch his throat move as he swallows. “Tell me now what’s off-limits. You can always change your mind, but?—”

“Touch me,” I plead. “With your hands or your mouth. Anywhere.” I grind on his cock so he knows what I mean. “ Anywhere .”

Logan’s eyes flicker as his hands trace my sides, coming to rest at the lacy edges of my bra. I silently applaud my choice of a black one, not baby pink or purity white. I want Logan to see me as a sexual woman and not some delicate virgin .

He squeezes me gently, watching my eyes. When I let out a moan, he kneads me a little more roughly. “Need to taste you.” He dips his head down, letting his tongue sweep my nipple.