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He grins as he replaces the manly sweats with the silly pajamas pants and slides them up from his ankles in slow motion. There’s those Magic Mike moves again.
When he’s disappointedly covered again, he returns to the sofa. “What? Nothing to say. I can’t believe I’ve rendered you speechless.” He most definitely has and all I can do is nod.
He hands me the last present to be opened. I quickly remove the wrapping and instantly recognize the Tiffany box. The lid flips open easily and nestled inside on a black velvet cushion is a diamond-encrusted gold heart pendant.
“Oh Logan! It’s beautiful.”
“Can I put it on you?” he asks, and I pass him the box. Gathering my hair in a bunch, I turn my back to him so he can place it around my neck. His fingers brush lightly against my skin, sending shivers along my spine. When he’s done, he drops a kiss to my shoulder where the robe has slipped free. I turn back to him, and his eyes fall to where the necklace rests against my skin.
“You have my heart,” he says simply.
“I promise to take good care of it,” I whisper back.
Epilogue - Logan
One Month Later
With construction beginning on the studio, Allie and I have had little time together with our busy schedules and yet our relationship has quickly deepened. I guess the fourteen years it took for us to get here might have had something to do with it. The wait has certainly been worth every second of every month, of every year.
I roll over to check my cell phone. We slept in our own apartments last night because I had a late overseas call to do with Hunter. Over the weeks since she returned from England, we’ve spent most nights together, in her bed or mine. Last night was one of the few we haven’t been together, and I miss waking up next to her.
It’s early, but I know like me Allie likes to start her day at dawn, so I send her a short text.
Me: Morning, Sunshine, do you want to meet me in the gym?
Three little dots immediately bounce across the screen.
Allie: Just walked in the door so get your lazy ass up here.
Hunter is in LA till the weekend. That gives me an idea.
Me: I’m on my way.
I jump out of bed, speeding through my routine in the bathroom and throwing on my workout gear. In the elevator on the way up to Hunter’s penthouse, I can’t stand still. With Hunter away, we’ll have the gym to ourselves, an opportunity to live out some of my raunchier Allie fantasies. Today’s workout might be a little different from the usual and not quite what Allie had in mind.
I burst through the door. Allie’s eyes are wide and her smile is blindingly bright when our gazes snag in the mirrored reflection. She really has brought the sunshine into my gloomy stressful life. With one look from her sparkling emerald eyes, I’m grinning so broadly my jaw aches. I’ve found my work-life balance in the arms of this beautiful woman. And wow, is she looking hot today in her tiny bright-pink shorts that skim teasingly loose over her gorgeous ass. She rises from the seat of the exercise bike and I’m unable to drag my eyes away. She knows exactly what she does to me. My little tease is expecting a reaction and she’s just about to get one.
I’m beside her in seconds, scooping her off the seat of the bike. Her squeal of delight and lack of resistance is enough encouragement. I suspect the way she was offering up her ass that she was hoping that I’d do something just like this.
I carry her over to the weight bench and when she’s standing beside it, I demand, “Bend over, and place your hands on the bench.”
She smiles at me and then does exactly as I’ve asked. Lifting her head, she looks up at our reflection in the mirror, strategically placed in front of the bench. Hunter knew what he was doing when he made this whole wall mirrored.
“Is this what you had in mind, Mr. Carlson?” she asks with her usual sass. Her eyes travel to the prominent bulge in my gym shorts and she licks her lips.
“Good girl,” I growl out, then drag those tiny pink shorts from her hips and down her legs. I trace my finger through her folds. She’s always so ready for me. Her butt wriggles beneath my palm.
“Logan?” Her voice is thready and filled with need.
“Allie?” I stroke my hand down over her bare ass, then nudge her knees apart with my leg.
With both hands now back on her hips, she’s fully exposed to my gaze. Her glistening pussy is proof of how ready she is for me.
“Bend over further,” I croak out, and I watch her stretch deeper into a position that’s almost a downward dog. Not that I’ve really got any idea about yoga moves.
She looks over her shoulder at me. “Mr. Carlson, I’m beginning to think you have some devious plans.”
My eyes trail up over the dip of her back to meet her eyes. I curl over her, my chest flush against her back, then close to her ear, I whisper, “Not devious plans, more a few fantasies you feature in that I’d like to bring to life. The first day I saw you here on the exercise bike, I imagined this moment.” Her eyes widen and in the green depths, I see the same fire building.
