Page 175 of Sin Bin

“I know.” His voice was soft and threaded with regret. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” she said, tilting her head back to smile up at him. “It’s just that I’ve heard so much about what an amazing dancer you are, and I saw some of your moves before the game. What was that dance you guys were doing, by the way?”

“Just a little something we made up a while ago.”

Meadow grinned. “It was so badass. They showed you guys on the JumboTron, and all the ladies went crazy.”

Logan chuckled, his hand sliding around to the front of her robe and toying with the belt. She could feel his swelling hardness against the small of her back.

“Uh-uh-uh.” She turned in his arms and wagged her finger at him. “Don’t get any ideas. We’re on a tight schedule.”

He laugh-groaned. “Spoilsport.”

“Somebody has to be,” she quipped.

“I suppose.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, his eyes twinkling. “Be right back.”

She smiled. “I’ll be right here.”

“You better be.”

She admired his perfect ass and powerful thighs as he sauntered to the bathroom. She couldn’t believe she’d had sex with such an unbelievably hot man.

That was more than just sex, her heart whispered. That was beautiful, earth-shattering lovemaking. The kind of lovemaking that changes you forever.

While her dream lover was in the bathroom, she went to retrieve his birthday present from her suitcase, which the concierge had brought up last night. Prior to the party, she’d had the foresight to pack a change of clothes just in case she and Logan had another sleepover. She’d hidden his gift inside her suitcase, and he’d been none the wiser when he carried the bag into the bedroom.

Her pulse quickened when she heard the toilet flush and the tap water run.

After brushing his teeth, Logan came out of the bathroom in a pair of dark shorts. “What do you want for breakfast? I was thinking—” He broke off, staring at the gift-wrapped box on the bed. “What’s that?”

Meadow eyed him nervously. “It’s for you.”

“Obviously.” He looked at her. “You didn’t have to get me a birthday gift. Last night was more than I could have ever asked for.”

Her heart melted at his words and the way he was gazing at her. “I wanted to get you something else. Something special.”

“Last night was beyond special. Nothing in that box can compare.”

“Maybe not.” She smiled shyly. “Just open it, Logan.”

He regarded her with those hooded eyes, thick lashes blinking slowly.

“Pretty please?”

Shaking his head at her, he walked to the bed, carefully unwrapped the box and removed the lid. When he saw what was inside, his jaw dropped.

“No way,” he breathed, staring down at the autographed boxing gloves.

She watched him, her heart swelling with affection and joy.

He looked up at her in shock. “Are these what I think they are?”

She smiled. “If you think they’re an old pair of your favorite boxer’s gloves, you would be correct.”

“Oh, baby…” Logan reverently lifted the gloves out of the box and read the inspiring inscription, his face splitting into a huge grin. “How in the world did you get a pair of autographed gloves from Thiago Cervantes?”

She smiled mysteriously. “I have my ways.”

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