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And came face to face with a large black Chanel shopping bag on her bed.
Goddamn, Harper.
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EMMA CARRIED THE TRAYof s’mores down onto the beach. Her soft sneakers sunk in the sand, and the breeze lifted her hair.
Before them, Daniel, Logan, Fletcher, and Hunter stood around a well-built and unlit bonfire, drinking bottles of beer.
All of them were confident-looking men. Obviously related. Not just because they all stood at similar six-foot-something heights, but their wide chests and solid jawlines gave it away. Total Superman vibes.
Logan was wearing a pair of long beige shorts and a light blue shirt, the arms rolled up his forearms, with a large watch on display.
Wealthy.
Daniel and Fletcher had long pants with tan shoes, and Hunter was in shorts, like his cousin, with a tan sweater. It was like looking at a photoshoot forGQ.
All of them were in the prime of their lives. Logan was the oldest and no less sexy than the others.
His eyes met Emma’s as she neared, and all control she’d been holding inside turned to mush.
The muscles at her core tightened, and she was wet. Just. Like. That.
The thing was, Emma was fine with being attracted to Logan. He was absolutely gorgeous, with those big shoulders and sparkling, mysterious eyes. Most woman would be.
Except she knew what he was like in bed. She knew the pleasure he was capable of giving her.
And she wanted more.
She was getting more.
When she left and they both returned home to their respective states, Emma had a feeling she was going to be less blasé about it than their first night.
She’d miss the orgasms, obviously.
That was all.
Liar, you like the way he looks at you. You like the butterflies that fill your tummy when you lie in bed, waiting for him to arrive. You like not knowing what he’s going to do next.
Nope.
No way did she like Logan Dufort.
It. Was. Just. Sex.
Emma wasn’t dating a businessman. Nor a lawyer. Nor a doctor.
They weren’t her type. The end.
They were her mother’s type—for her—and Emma wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.
When she got home, Emma decided she would put some effort into finding out what type of man she wanted. She’d spent too long rebelling against her mother and not focusing on what it was she desired.
That was dumb.
But it wasn’t Logan—she knew that.
