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No one had ever had this effect on her before. Logan Green was the match and her body was lighter fluid waiting to explode. He kissed her like she was made of sugar and he’d been on a low-carb diet for six months. He licked and savored and drove his tongue deep, pressing it against hers and dancing all around. He practically inhaled her.

And she loved it. He’d only kissed her the once before, and it had been just like this. Just for a second she’d felt like a goddess, worshipped and beloved, like she was the only woman for him. The rest of the world seemed to drop away and she was wrapped in him.

He managed to circle his arms around her as he picked her up, leaving her no option except to wrap her body around his for support as he started to move toward the door.

“If you drop her, I will kill you, Logan.”

Reality rushed back in. Seth. Oh, god. Seth was here and she’d nearly forgotten about him. What was wrong with her? And why the hell had her present and her past collided? How did Seth know Logan? Why had Logan been standing outside the cabin?

She pushed against Logan, but he wasn’t letting her go. He just cupped her ass and started moving into the cabin, his bare feet shifting along the wood. “Let me go, Logan. “

“Already did that. Didn’t work. You came back. Stop wiggling or I’ll tie you down.” The words came out as a silky, seductive threat.

Yeah, like she hadn’t dreamed about that, too? If she thought for a moment that he really wanted her, she would have put her whole body into giving him exactly what he desired. She would have gotten on her knees and spread them, showing him the work she’d put in once she’d found out what he’d needed. Those days before he’d pushed her away had been spent with Nat learning how to submit to the man she wanted more than anything in the world.

But he hadn’t wanted her then, and she wasn’t sure he wanted her now.

Except his cock really seemed ready to play.

“Logan.” She had to find a way to get him to make a lick of sense.

A light came on and his eyes fastened on her breasts. Her blouse had come unbuttoned and those big boobs of hers were trying to climb their way out of their punishing minimizer bra. She’d always hated those bras because it meant she couldn’t wear most of the designers her so-called friends in LA wore. One of the casting directors in LA she’d seen had told her to try her hand in the Valley since her tits were made for porn, but only after she’d lost a few pounds.

His mouth was right back at hers, and she wondered just how long he was going to be able to hold her. God, it felt good to be held, and he wasn’t shaking at all. He was holding her like she didn’t weigh a thing.

“I want you naked. We’re going back to the bedroom and you’re going to take off those clothes and spread your legs for me. Do you understand? You’re going to get wet for me, and I’m going to give you everything I have. Fuck, baby, I’m going to fill you up with cum.”

Dirty words that should have her fighting to get away from him, but her whole body softened as he kissed her again, his tongue tangling with hers, strong and dominant. Always dominant.

“This fucking gun didn’t have the safety on when you tossed it across the yard. It could have gone off.” Seth’s angry voice rang out as he walked back into the room and slammed the gun down. “And it’s county issued. Did you get your badge back and immediately hit the sauce? What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m bringing in the luggage.”

Seth. God, what must he think of her? And why hadn’t he tried to take them apart?

“Asshole!” Logan yelled back. “Fucking messing up my one goddamn good dream.”

She shook her head because he seemed to start coming out of it. “It’s not a dream. Logan, you have to let me down. I need to help Seth with our luggage.”

His hands tightened as if he wasn’t willing to let go, but he blinked those green eyes once and then twice and slowly let her down. He scrubbed a hand across his slightly scruffy hair. It had grown out since she’d last seen him. And she could see the tendrils of a tattoo peeking from under the white of his shirt. The ink was new, too. But the cold look that hit his eyes was par for the course. “What are you doing here, Georgia? Aren’t you supposed to be in New York?”

Well, that answered one question. She’d left without telling him where she was going, and it had always been in the back of her head that maybe he’d changed his mind and he would look for her. Oh, she’d known that all he had to do was ask her brothers, but she’d never been particularly rational when it came to him. She’d had the fantasy that he might be looking for her. He’d known where she was, and she’d not even gotten a call to make sure she was okay.

It was time to try to get back some dignity. She took a quick step away from him and let herself settle into her armor—a carefree smile and blank eyes. Just another rich bitch who knew how to put a man in his place. Thank god Ben had opened the checkbook yesterday or she would be in her Macy’s bargain-basement clothes. Somehow having designer duds on felt like a shield. “I’m working. I do that, you know. Shouldn’t you be back in Dallas banging whatever sub Julian Lodge tells you to?”

Damn, that seemed to be a direct hit. His eyes flared momentarily, and a low growl came from the back of his throat. “There’s the bitch. Nice to see you again. Heard you had a cozy job boffing a billionaire. He seems to be keeping you right nice, girl. Must be some kind of skills you have.”

Well, that was the pot calling the kettle black. She happened to know for a fact that he really did have sex on the job. She’d heard endless stories about just how great a Dom he was from the women of The Club. “I’m his assistant.”

Those gorgeous lips went faintly cruel as he looked her up and down. Before, she’d felt warmth from him, but now there was only a cold assessment. “I bet you assist him a lot, baby. I bet you assist him with blow jobs and hand jobs, and just about any other job a woman of your type can handle.”

A woman of her type? Bubbleheaded and dumb. He’d never had a whole lot of respect for her smarts. “Because I don’t have a brain in my head. I must only be good for a cheap screw.”

He chuckled, but there was no humor to the sound. “Hey, I never said you were cheap. I always expected you would be quite expensive.”

Bitterness welled. This was the way it was between them. If he wasn’t kissing her like there was no tomorrow and rushing in to save her life, they tore each other up. She’d gone along with it because it seemed to be the only way to get his attention, but she was so tired of it. She was tired of hurting, tired of aching inside over what she couldn’t have. She took a long breath and sank to the sofa. “Well, that just shows what you know about economics, Logan. I’m sorry I said those things to you. I was caught off-balance. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

He moved across the room. She only knew he was moving from the sound and, of course, he moved away from her. She heard the sound of glass hitting glass and a short swallow. “What are you doing here, Georgia? I’m only going to ask once more. Why the hell are you in Bliss?”

No apology. No “let’s meet in the middle and find common ground.” “I told you.”

“You’re working for some asswipe billionaire.” The reply came out draped in suspicion, and then he cursed under his breath. “Seth. Fuck me. You’re working for Seth. God. What a cluster fuck.”

“How do you know my boss?” She glanced around the cabin. Cabin? Hah. It was a mansion, a gorgeous monstrosity of wood and glass. That was Seth. He didn’t do things by half.

Logan’s red-rimmed eyes caught hers. “Boss? Seriously, Georgia. I know Seth. You’re sleeping with him. Seth has never had a female assistant before. He’s always hired dudes because he didn’t want the distraction.”