“Happy birthday,” Logan says as he pushes the door open for me.

The fragrance invites me in, and I find myself in a spacious hotel room with dim, warm lighting from the wall sconces and red rose petals on the bed.

“Wow.” I take off my jacket and set it aside on a desk. It’s cold and wet outside, but this room is warm and cozy.

Logan comes up from behind me and wraps his arms around me. “That’s exactly the reaction I wanted.”

My lips curl up into a smile. “Thank you.”

“I told you. You should trust me.” Logan plants a light kiss on my cheek.

I’ll admit I had my reservations. I mean, I have a beautiful two-month-old baby and I didn’t want to leave his side. Totally understandable, right?

But Logan thwarted all my worries and excuses. That’s how I find myself here at a five-star downtown hotel, instead of at home where my baby is.

It was never really a fair fight, though. Working at the hospital, Logan knows a bunch of obstetricians and could shoot them a question at any time. On the other hand, I was stuck with only the Internet helping me make my case.

But at the very least, I managed to convince Logan that we should have dinner at home.

Even though the moonlighting nurse from the maternity ward who’s babysitting Jason tonight probably knows what to do, I wanted to be there for the first one or two hours so I could answer any questions she might have. She didn’t have any, by the way.

“You should see this.” Logan takes my hand and leads me past a glass door behind a curtain.

My jaw drops.

I expected an en-suite bathroom, but not this en-suite bathroom.

I can see the whole city through the floor-to-ceiling glass panels in front of me.

Tall skyscrapers dominate the skyline. The sky is dark, and so is the bathroom we’re standing in. But, it’s bright all the way down below, with lights from street lamps, cars, offices, billboards, and retail signage.

I’ve been cooped up in our suburban heaven for so long I’ve forgotten how seductive the city looks when it dark, and it comes alive.

“The water’s warm. But not for long.” Logan embraces me from behind, distracting me from the view as he kisses my neck gently and pulls my shirt up over my head.

I let him strip me bare, a deep sigh escaping my lips as I glance at the bathtub situated right by the glass wall. The water does look good.

I sit on the edge of the tub as Logan sheds his clothes. Peeking over my shoulder, I admire his silhouette.

The minimum lighting draws attention to different parts of his body as he moves, casting most of him in shadows and only briefly shining on his muscular arms, his strong thighs, his six-pack abs, and his thick, throbbing cock.

I bite down on my bottom lip. The wait after giving birth has been torture, but Logan insists that we wait until after I’ve been given the go-ahead by my obstetrician.

I swear fatherhood makes Logan seem a thousand percent sexier. Yes, it’s an irrefutable, totally measurable fact.

Every time Logan picks Jason up into his arms, I want to tear his clothes off.

When he speaks to the baby or smiles at him, I have to stop myself from pressing myself against him and begging him to fuck me.

And if he wakes up in the middle of the night to feed Jason with the milk I store up in bottles in the fridge? Lying all alone in my bed, listening to Logan comforting the baby, sometimes I find my hand wandering down south—until I stop myself.

But now, there’s no need to halt things when they get too hot. And things are definitely heating up.

As Logan steps closer, I reach out to touch him, but he grabs my wrist and stops me.

“Please keep your hands to yourself, Ma’am,” Logan says with exaggerated seriousness.

I giggle, following his movements with my eyes as he climbs into the tub and sits inside it.

“Tonight is all about you,” he says with a sexy smile on his gorgeous face. Little drops of hot water cling to his facial hair, dripping down his neck and into the tub as he looks up at me.

Logan puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer, submerging my legs deeper in the hot, soothing water. Then, he kisses my knees lightly and glances up at me, giving me the look that he knows makes me melt every time.

I sigh and part my legs as Logan drags his lips up my thighs. The sound of water gently sloshing against the bathtub fills the room.

In the darkness, it feels like we’re in our own private bubble, separate from the rest of the world.

“I miss your scent,” Logan whispers, his breath falling hot on my skin, caressing and teasing me. “I’ve been dreaming of doing this to you for months.”

I blush, knowing I’m soaking wet, and he can probably smell how hopelessly excited I am.

With a hungry groan, Logan puts his mouth on me and begins to lick. I gasp in surprise. I expected him to take his time like he usually does.

“You taste exactly like I hoped you would. Sweeter than honey.” As Logan speaks, his lips graze my pussy lips, keeping me on edge.

He buries his head between my legs and shows me how much he craves me, shoving his tongue deep inside me and devouring me with abandon, occasionally making happy little groans that only get me more excited.

My clit throbs in pleasure as Logan licks up and down my folds, his mouth vibrating against me every time he grunts in pleasure.

I try to stop myself but before I know what I’m doing, I grind myself into Logan’s mouth, chasing my release. I crave this just as much as he does—maybe more.

As my muscles start to spasm, Logan maintains the same pace and movements, prolonging my orgasm with the warm caress of his lips and tongue.

“Oh, Logan,” I sigh.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you come,” he says in a deep, hoarse voice.

My lips curl up into a smile. My cheeks are hot, and I don’t know if that’s because of the water or the orgasm. I put my hands on Logan’s sturdy shoulders and look into his eyes as I lower myself into the water. “Your turn.”

Again, Logan grabs my wrist as I reach underwater for him.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” he asks. “Keep your hands to yourself. Tonight is all about you.”

“You mean . . .” I tilt my head and stare at him in the darkness.

“I mean, I just want you to relax, take a long bath, and then go to sleep. It’s been a long time since you had an uninterrupted night.”

“But I really—”

“I know you want me, too. But we’ll do the other things another day,” he says. “If you still want more, I’ll be happy to make you come—” Logan finds my pussy with his fingers underwater “—again . . . and again . . . and again . . .”

I gasp and tighten my grip on Logan’s shoulders as his fingers play with my petals. In no time, my body starts to shudder again as I bury my face in the crook of his neck.

When I pull away as I come down from my peak, Logan shoots me a sexy smile. “I just want to pamper you tonight, my love. Let me.”

A smile spreads across my cheeks. “Okay. It’s going to be tough, but someone’s got to do it.”

“Good girl.” Logan chuckles. He puts his hand on the back of my skull and pulls me into a kiss.

This isn’t our first kiss—not by any stretch of the imagination. It won’t be our last either. In fact, it’s not any more special than any of the other ones we’ve shared.

But it’s hot. Passionate. And familiar—which is a good thing.

Logan’s kiss was the first thing that made me see him for who he is. And it will always be special for that reason alone.

Even though I first noticed Logan because of the similarities he shared with Mark, he is not his brother. And I’m not with him just because he reminds me of his brother. In fact, the more I get to know Logan, the more different they seem.

Thanks to Logan, I can tear myself from the past and live with both feet firmly in the present. Life is short, after all. Too short to spend wallowing in the past.

“I love you,” Logan says as our naked bodies embrace in the water. His breath is hot, and I can feel his heart beating just underneath his skin.

He’s so alive. And I don’t doubt the veracity of his feelings for me.

Still, I know this, like everything else in the world, is fleeting.

And that only makes everything more precious.

“I love you, too,” I say with a smile.

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