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“Ready for more…or do
you need a moment to calm down? Should I call 9-1-1 as a precaution?”
    He worked his mouth so he wouldn’t smile. “You’re wrong, you
know.”
    Tessa’s hands stalled on the hem of her top. “About what?”
    “Me being a wuss. You have no idea what I have planned for
you.”
    Given his husky voice and wolfish expression, Tessa had a
fair idea. Heat suffused her chest, throat, and cheeks.
    Logan noted her deep blush. “You all right?”
    “Are you?”
    “If I’m not and need CPR, you’ll be giving it to me.
Understand?”
    Yes sir. Recalling their kiss, the sheer wonder of
it, Tessa nodded obediently. “Should I continue?”
    “Only if you don’t want to be punished. Your choice.”
    Her heart skipped a beat. The thought of him turning her over
his knee and paddling her if she didn’t obey him was a huge turn-on. Her cunt
grew damper, the breeze licking her moisture. She wondered if it glistened in
the sun, her arousal so obvious he’d notice. “You want to spank me?”
    “What do you want, Tessa?”
    He was turning things around on her again, demanding that
she reveal things about herself while he remained aloof. Not eager to fight him
at this time, she murmured, “Later.”
    He nodded. “Definitely later. Get rid of the top. Quickly,”
he ordered.
    Tamed and loving it, Tessa pulled the garment off without
any hesitation and dropped it on top of her shorts. If she’d flung it into one
of the trees, Logan probably wouldn’t have noticed given how he focused on her
bra.
    When she reached in back to unclasp it, he said, “No. Leave
it on.”
    Tessa’s hands returned to her sides, giving him the show he
wanted. Her bra had half cups, the ebony satin and lace fully exposing her
nipples. Unlike the night of the auction, they weren’t rouged.
    Logan ran his forefinger around her right areola. Ribbons of
sensation shot through Tessa, forcing her to bite back a bawdy moan. Her
nipples constricted even more, the tips über firm.
    “Nice,” he whispered, then spoke more loudly. “Do you always
wear bras like this one?”
    She hadn’t before today, so she said “no” quickly, not
wanting Logan to think she had for her other clients, which might make him
wonder what she did with them. That would surely drive home that she was
nothing more than an escort. Something Tessa couldn’t abide. She’d enjoyed
their banter and his praise too much, sharing her history with him even though
he had yet to reveal anything personal to her.
    “You should,” he said. Honesty rang in his words. “It’s
amazing.”
    She smiled inwardly at his awe, floored and pleased by it. “Thanks.
You hungry?”
    He pulled his attention from her nipples.
    Moments passed in silence, the air thick with promise. If he
reached for her now, Tessa knew she wouldn’t resist…couldn’t. Although she had
a clear desire for how this week should go, she wasn’t made of stone. She’d
been lonely for too many years. Ignored for as long as she could remember. One
touch from him and she’d sag against his hard body, her mouth on his, her hands
roaming over all the good spots.
    To her surprise, he behaved. Just as she’d wanted earlier.
So they could get to know each other a bit first.
    “For food,” she finally added when he said nothing at all. “The
picnic lunch I’m going to make.”
    That broke his concentration…somewhat. He divided his
attention between her naked cleft, her sandals’ black bows, the dangling
garnets, and her bared nipples, as though unable to decide where to linger the
most.
    At last, he gestured to the front door.
    Tessa didn’t move. “My luggage?”
    Logan looked around, obviously surprised it wasn’t in the
vicinity. He retrieved it, along with her clothing—which he pressed to his face
and sniffed, savoring her fragrance.
    She swallowed hard, moved beyond anything she’d known.
    When he offered the garments to her, she couldn’t help but
tease, “Sure you don’t want to