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get better, baby.”
    Emma could no longer speak, her throat tight and dry. Heat rushed into her face, sweat popping out of every pore. Her heart stuttered for an instant then beat strong and steady as its pace increased. Emma began to move, pushing back against him as he delved into her tight, hot place.
    Logan began making satisfied groaning noises as he fucked her in the ass. He pulled at her hips, moving her backward away from the couch a bit. Then he leaned forward over her back and reached around to play with her clit, almost driving her insane.
    Emma’s stomach tightened, ready to explode with sharp, exquisite release.
    “All right, Emma,” Logan groaned above her. “Come now.” Then he took her clit between his fingers and pulled at it, stroking it.
    She screamed, her whole body convulsing as he buried himself in her ass while pulling at her clit. Sparks exploded behind her eyelids, her body flushing with pure, hot release. Her pussy shuddered and creamed, her juices running down the inside of her thigh.
    Above her, Logan groaned out his own release as he surged forward and shot his seed into her ass.
    His fingers squeezed her clit as he stiffened behind her, his cock pulsing in her ass. Emma rode the wave and didn’t want to come down from its crest, her breath ragged.
    When they began to come down from orgasm Heaven, Logan moved back, his dick sliding from her ass, and turned around, sitting beside her with his back against the front of the couch. She opened her eyes and looked at him He had his head back, gazing up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and smiled.
    It was true. The doc had been right. Sure, her heart was speeding inside her chest, but she didn’t feel bad at all. She felt stoked and couldn’t wait to experience this again. He glanced over at Logan, who was resting his cheek on the couch cushion, his eyes sleepy as he gazed back at Emma.
    “Good?” Emma asked, using her hand to stroke over Logan’s sweaty chest.
    “Oh God, yes.” He sat up and looked down toward her knees. “Looks like I’ve got a little mess to clean up,” he said, referring to the wet stain on the front of the couch.
    Emma leaned back to look. “Sorry.”
    “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Logan smiled at her and rose to his feet. “That was the best sex I’ve had in over a year.”
    Emma nodded. “Me, too. No two doubts about it.”
    The smile dropped from Logan’s lips. “What did you just say?”
    Emma’s stomach tightened. Now what had she said? “Um, it was good?”
    “No, the other thing.”
    “No two doubts about it.”
    Tilting his head, Logan looked at her. “Christi used to say that phrase all the time.”
    Emma didn’t know what to think. Christi. Great. Am I competing with a dead woman? “It just popped into my head. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”
    With a wave of his hand, Logan turned toward the kitchen. “Don’t worry about it. It just struck me that you would say that particular phrase. I’ll get something to clean that up.” He moved to the kitchen and disappeared through the door.
    Rising from the floor, Emma began gathering her clothes. Slipping her bra and panties on, she let the reference to Logan’s former lover slide. It must be hard to lose someone he was so close to. She wasn’t sure how Christi had died, but Logan must have been devastated. It was normal for him to still think of her, especially if he hadn’t had much sex since she passed away. She stepped into her jeans and pulled her white blouse over her shoulders. She wasn’t going to let it bother her. Not now. Not when they’d just had the most amazing sex. Smiling, she vaguely wondered where she’d put her favorite set of handcuffs. Then immediately began to wonder if her heart could take it if she was bound.
    By the time Logan returned, she was dressed in his jeans and buttoning her blouse. “I’ve had a great time tonight, Logan.”
    Scrubbing at the front of the couch, Logan looked vulnerable