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Up, down.

His moaning was throaty and low. Seeing a man be so free with his body, with his pleasure, was hypnotizing. And so was him staring at her while he fucked his hand under the spray of hot water.

Holy hell.

If she thought he was sexy before, he was downright tempting now.

His mouth was open, and water flowed over every inch of him, highlighting the musculature of his body. Wet strands of hair hung in his face. His palm made a wicked noise as he pleasured himself to the sight of her.

“Ava.”

She startled at his voice. Her name was on his lips? Heat snaked around her belly, pooling inside her, begging to be unleashed.

“Look at me, Ava.” Hunger filled his demand.

Her gaze connected with his and the lust there made her weak in the knees. The sounds emanating from Logan were crude, and watching him stroke himself was delicious.

Steam filled the shower, clouding the glass. He wiped it away so she would have an easier time watching. She drank in his physique, unable to tear herself away. Sweat beaded on herforehead, dripped down her chest. From the heat of the room or how aroused she was becoming, she didn’t know.

“You like to watch?” he groaned out between strokes. “Or are you the one who wants to be watched?”

Oh, she wanted this. Wanted to explore her baser desires and discover her sexuality more fully. That included watching—being a voyeur. The thought of it always turned her on. Now she knew the real thing did, too.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.” The word flowed out of her, evaporating in the hot air.

“Fuck.” Logan bit out the word, his body shuddering against his hand. Cum decorated the pane of glass as he orgasmed.

Not once did his eyes leave hers as he wrung the last drop of pleasure from his body. Logan’s mouth was open, panting.

A shiver ran through her body, and she licked her lips.

“Get out.”

She blinked rapidly, trying to understand what had just happened, and retreated a step. “Logan?—”

“Get out, Ava.” He turned his back to her and started shampooing his hair.

No point in arguing. She was too keyed up to hold a coherent conversation, anyway. One night without doing her skincare routine wouldn’t kill her.

She slipped out of the washroom and retreated to her guest suite.

She couldn’t believe that happened.

Did she just watch Logan masturbate to her? And more importantly, why was it so gratifying? If she was into anyone, that person was Roman. But the strange, magnetic pull between her and Logan plagued her mind.

She needed to figure out what she was doing with these two men. And do it quickly.

Chapter Seven

AVA

Two days had passed since the shower incident with Logan. Neither of them spoke about it, and she didn’t tell Roman since things were already so comfortable with him.

Logan pleasured himself to heronetime. Once. There was no way he was going to do it again. Even if she wanted him to. Even if the idea of it made her insides melt, and her pulse skyrocket. He was too closed off. She couldn’t have two men anyway, and Roman captured her attention from the second she saw him in his pub.

She’d spent Thursday and Friday morning with Roman, eating breakfast in the dining nook before he went to work at his pub. In his absence, she and Logan worked on the B&B. He took one guest bathroom, and she took the other. They’d both finished their respective tasks by Friday afternoon. She’d tiled the shower, installed the vanity, and put in the backsplash—finishing before Logan, which gave her time to do the vanity in her guest bathroom, too. If Logan was impressed with herabilities, he didn’t let on. But he wasn’t scowling near as much as usual, so she counted that a win.

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