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soon.”
    His touch made her breath catch in her throat. “Okay.” She
bumped into the railing when she turned to go upstairs.
    “Be careful.” He smirked. “I want to be the only one leaving
marks on you.”
    She watched as he walked back down the hall to the kitchen.
Her mouth watered as he disappeared around the corner. She bolted up the stairs
knowing the time it took to shower was the only thing standing between them.
    Twenty minutes later, Elyse stood outside Logan’s bedroom.
She toyed with the doorknob debating if she should knock or just walk in. He
had told her to meet him in his bedroom when she finished her shower, so she
reached for the knob.
    No turning back now.
    The fire from the hearth cast a dim glow around the large
room. He’d put a blanket down in front of the fireplace with wine and a plate
of cheese and fruit in the center. Elyse crouched down in front of the grate to
warm her hands as she looked around. The California king-sized bed promptly
grabbed her attention. It had the most ornate mahogany wooden posts at each
corner. She wondered how often he had company in that bed.
    She pushed that thought out of her mind when she heard the
water turn off in the master bath.
    He’d asked her to stay with him. Logan’s bed was the only
place she wanted to be tonight.
    He stepped out of the bedroom in nothing but a towel, his
hair wet and his skin still damp. As the steam and heat from the shower poured
out of the room behind him, the smell of his spicy soap reached for her senses.
    “You look beautiful.” He stared at her half-clothed body.
She wore tiny black boy shorts and a matching tank top. “Come here.”
    She stood up and went to stand in front of him. His sexy,
commanding voice had her stomach turning flip flops.
    Tilting her chin up, he leaned in close to her face. “It
took all the control I had to not join you in your shower.”
    “Why didn’t you?”
    “I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from taking you
fast and hard against the shower wall.” He kissed her forehead. “We’ll save
that for later.”
    His erection pressed against her stomach feeding her desire
for him. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” She didn’t care how desperate she
sounded or that she’d only known him for a brief amount of time. “Please
Logan.”
    “I like it when you beg. I wonder if you’ll beg me to stop
when my riding crop slaps against all of your right places.”
    “Riding crop?” She should have been afraid, but the thought
of him doing terrible, naughty things to her had her wet and quivering with
arousal.
    “All part of that exploration we talked about this morning,
cupcake.” He stepped back allowing his gaze to peruse her. “Do you trust me?”
     “I have since you first opened the front door.”
     “That only proves how right this is for us.”
    “What are we waiting for?”
    “Eager?” He leered at her as he stroked himself beneath the
towel.
    She watched, mesmerized by his actions. She’d never watched
a man touch himself before. Knowing she was the reason for that impressive
bulge under the towel filled her with a confidence that she’d never felt
before.
    “Take your clothes off for me.” He walked over to his
nightstand to retrieve what she suspected was a condom. Her pussy clenched at
the thought of him pounding into her.
    “Don’t you want to do it?”
    “If I wanted to do it, I wouldn’t have asked you to. You
have twenty seconds to strip and if you don’t there will be consequences.”
    “What kind of consequences?” Elyse didn’t understand his
game.
    “The clock has started. You’ve already lost five seconds.”
He sat on the edge of the bed. “You can have my cock… or I could make you wait
all night. It’s up to you.”
    She looked at him as he stared at her, waiting for her to
comply with his request.
    “Ten seconds.”
    “Okay!” She lifted her tank over her head and let it drop to
his floor. He’d already seen her breasts in the