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“Sleep well, beautiful.”
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WHEN SHE WOKE, THElight had dimmed, and Logan was standing in the doorway of the master bathroom, naked.
“Wow. Not a bad way to wake up,” Emma said, clearing her throat.
She meant it too. In the shadows, she could make out his tall near-perfect profile. Muscular legs, solid thighs, a round tight ass, his V-shaped back with wide, built shoulders.
And those biceps.
My God. Emma was guilty of spending hours running her hands over those thick ropes and down his ripped abdomen.
How he was so powerfully built she didn’t know, but it was clearly in the Dufort genes.
“Hey,” Logan said, turning.
Oh yeah, she’d forgotten about his other limb. That wasbuiltas well. And hanging heavily between his legs.
“Eyes up, gorgeous,” Logan said, walking over. “Do you want to join me?”
Emma nodded and flicked back the covers, then pulled off the dress and cardigan she had been wearing.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good,” she answered, undoing her bra and watching as Logan’s eyes made fast work of her nipples, which had hardened.
“Good, good?” he asked, a twitch of his lips.
Emma knew what he was asking. Logan wanted to pleasure her. She wanted that too, but they both needed to be patient.
“I’m not sure. I need to stand and get a feel. Could you move that thing out of my face?”
“My cock?”
“Yes, your cock,” she said, playfully swatting at it.
“Jesus, woman.” Logan laughed and stood aside as she climbed off the bed. “Here, I thought you were submissive.”
They walked into the bathroom, and he turned on the shower.
“I’m not submissive.” Emma frowned at him as he nudged her under the water. He stepped in and positioned his body up against hers, staring down at her.
God, he was gorgeous.
“Yes, you are,” Logan responded with a smirk.
A second and third shower head sprayed them from different angles. Emma dipped her head back and wet her hair. Logan’s hands circled her waist, his thumb rubbing her skin.
“I guess I’m not dominant, but I sit somewhere in the middle.” Emma knew what she was talking about. She wrote kink, after all.
Emma shifted her weight off her fractured ankle, moving to get the shampoo, but Logan lifted her and put her on the shower seat, then handed her the bottle.
He didn’t reply, just smirked.
Emma watched him soap up his body and then wash his hair. It was like watching a masterpiece. All those ripples of muscle, olive skin, and his beautiful face.
“How are you so...”
