Page 137 of Sin Bin

He rubbed his jaw sheepishly. “There’ve been a few…surprises.”

She snorted. “More than a few, I bet.”

He gave a little chuckle.

She watched as he stripped off his suit jacket and removed his tie, tossing both across the back of a chair. The thick circumference of his biceps stretched the fabric of his dress shirt.

“Make yourself comfortable.” He disappeared into the room with his suitcase.

She wandered over to the windows and stared outside. Neon lights blazed on the tops and fronts of hotels and businesses along the Strip. A water show had just started down below, a spectacle of dancing fountains choreographed to music and lights.

She turned as Logan emerged from his room. “Anyone hiding in there?”

He chuckled. “Nah.”

“Are you sure you didn’t see a set of buxom twins waiting to be ravished?”

He threw her a lopsided grin. “Careful, Jupiter. You’re starting to sound jealous.”

She rolled her eyes. “You wish.”

“I do, actually. Jealousy is better than indifference.”

“As if I could ever be indifferent to you.”

He stopped midstride and stared at her.

She stared back, hoping and praying she hadn’t spoken out loud.

His eyes gleamed, the corners of his mouth twitching as he held back a smile.

Yup. She’d spoken out loud. Crap.

Tugging his shirttails out of his pants, Logan sauntered across the suite to the bar. “Want a drink?”

She hesitated, then nodded. “Sure.”

“Can you handle whiskey?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

Chuckling, he poured them each a drink and brought the glass to her. Their fingers brushed and like always, electricity sizzled up her arm.

“To Vegas.” He clinked his glass against hers. “Home sweet home.”

“Home sweet home.” She sipped from her glass, feeling the whiskey burn her throat and curl through her blood. As more images from the dream floated through her mind, she could almost feel the pressure of Logan’s body moving inside her, thrusting deep and hard. She closed her eyes to block out the tormenting imagery.

When she opened them again, he was slowly drinking his whiskey, watching her all the while.

“You okay?” he murmured. “It’s not too strong, is it?”

She shook her head, taking another burning sip as she turned to the window.

Together they watched as the fountains shot jets of water high into the night sky, dancing and weaving to Faith Hill’s “This Kiss.”

“Good ol’ Vegas,” Logan murmured.

Meadow sighed. “Yup.”

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