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Logan whispered near her ear, “Babe, I cannot wait to get to the lodge with you. Don’t expect to come up for air the whole time we’re there.”

Twisting her neck, she looked up at him, her face near his neck. Lifting on her toes, she planted her lips there, right on his pulse, causing a swift intake of air.

“Oh hell, Viv, you just got me hard as a rock.”

Giggling, she slid to the side, settling under his arm, with their bags on his other shoulder. “Then lead on. I’m yours to command for the night.”

“Can’t ask for more than that, woman. Let’s go.”

Iggie had taken care of the rental SUV, and with Sally in the passenger side, she and Logan shared the back seat as they made the short drive to the huge log cabin lodge. Once they’d checked in, he almost dragged her along the passage to their room. With Iggie’s laughter and Sally calling out the time to meet for dinner, he unlocked the door, swinging it open. Stepping inside first, she noted he stopped as his eyes scanned the room. Not willing to wait, Vivian ducked underneath his arm and gasped.

“This is gorgeous,” she cried out, twirling in the middle of the room. It was paneled with one wall containing a sliding glass door leading out to the balcony. The heavy, wooden furniture included a king-sized bed, and its posters were made of logs. The bedspread in blues and greens added color to the dark, cozy room. She peeked into the bathroom, her breath leaving her in a rush. “Oh my God, Logan. Come look.”

He stepped behind her, his hands on her shoulders as they viewed the private toilet, long counter, large shower, and, in the corner, a huge, kick-ass jetted tub.

“I don’t have a bathing suit, but we don’t have to leave the room—umph!” she grunted as he scooped her up and stalked back to the bed, laying them both down.

“I’ve been hard since we got here, babe. We can explore the merits of the jetted tub later.”

Laughing, she planted her hand on the bed and sat up. Standing, she grinned as she said, “Allow me.” Bending, she grabbed one of his boots and undid the laces, pulling on the sides before sliding it from his foot.

Logan stared wide-eyed as she removed his second boot, dropping it on the floor next to the first one. Kicking off her shoes, she continued to grin as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it slowly over her head.

“Man, babe, you’re making it hard to breathe,” he said, his hand on his chest.

Sliding her jeans down her legs, she stood in a simple bra and panty set. Nothing too fancy. Just light pink, with a little bow between her breasts. “Oh, yeah? What else is hard?”

He sat up quickly, reaching for her, but she skirted back. Waggling her finger in front, she said, “No, no. This time, I’m in charge.” She climbed back up onto the tall bed and straddled his thighs, running her palm over his hard cock.

He groaned. “Babe, I’m totally in your hands.”

She laughed as she leaned over to kiss him, her breasts teasing his chest. “I hope I don’t disappoint.”

An hour later, as they lay naked and tangled in the sheets, he kissed her forehead. “You most certainly didn’t disappoint. Now, how about we check out that Jacuzzi?”

Hours later, Vivian sat on the deep, comfortable cushion on one side of the tall, wooden booth of the lodge’s restaurant. Logan sat next to her or, rather, so close that his thigh pressed against hers from ass to knee. His arm was slung casually around the back of her shoulders, his thumb occasionally rubbing her neck.

Across from them were Iggie and Sally—their positions were similar. The seafood and steaks were excellent. Even now, their conversations never lagged over wine and dessert.

After she and Logan had come up for air from their afternoon tryst, Iggie called and told them to get to the hot springs. Neither of them had bathing suits, but a quick trip to the lodge’s store solved that issue, and they soon met their friends in the hot springs. Lounging in the warm water, her tension was released as all her muscles relaxed. And now, sitting in the restaurant, she felt as much of a couple as Iggie and Sally.

She knew it was only half pretending— after all, she and Logan had become a real couple, but pretending to be married no longer felt adventurous. It felt disingenuous. She was falling, and Logan had even said he wanted her to meet his family. Yetthere was so much more to do with the mission. And so much more she didn’t know about him. The sex was phenomenal, and when he held her during the night, it all felt so real.But there’s a look in his eye sometimes when we’re planning our work…a look I don’t understand.It takes a lot more than just great sex to become a real couple in the real world.

Feeling his fingers squeeze her shoulder slightly, she jumped, cutting her eyes to him.

“Viv? You okay, babe?”

His voice rumbled gently next to her ear, the look in his eyes one of concern.

Smiling, she nodded. “Yeah, I’m great.” Glancing back to the empty plates and glasses, she said, “I think I’m just full and getting sleepy.”

His lips curved at her answer, his fingers tightening once more. “Gotta get you outta here and back to bed. You’ll have sweet dreams in that big, comfortable bed.”

“I swear, this is our anniversary, but seeing you two so much in love makes my heart happy,” Sally said, leaning against Iggie.

Vivian’s eyes shifted quickly across the table, her smile still in place, but a tremor ran through her lips. Logan must have noticed because his hand returned to her neck, and he rubbed his thumb in long, slow movements to ease her tension.

Logan felt the change in Vivian the instant Sally mentioned the word love, and her body stiffened. His feelings for her had grown, but the middle of a mission was the worst time to start a relationship. It didn’t matter that many of Mace and Carson’s Keepers, as well as the two iconic leaders themselves, had found love during a mission, but Logan wasn’t sure how they managedit. But one thing was for sure: he wasn’t going to make Vivian feel better sitting here despite the excellent company.

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