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He slid her panties to the side, his fingers slipping into her wet slit. She gasped as he rubbed her clitoris, arching against his hand. He continued driving her wild until she cried out, her orgasm building quickly as he continued to stroke her.

Logan pulled her onto his lap, positioning himself, and slid inside her slowly, inch by inch. She cried out, her body shaking as she adjusted to him. He stayed still for a moment, allowing her to get used to him before he began to move.

He moved slowly at first, his hips rocking back and forth as he filled her completely. She wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into his back as he picked up the pace. He pounded into her, their bodies moving together as they moaned and gasped in pleasure.

Dixie’s orgasm built quickly, her body tensing as she approached the edge. Logan reached between them, rubbing her clitoris as he continued to thrust. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her as she tightened around him. He groaned, his own orgasm following quickly as he came.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected as they caught their breath. Logan pulled her closer, kissing her deeply as they basked in the afterglow of their passion. When Logan raised his head and stared into her eyes, it hit her what she haddone. She pushed at his shoulders and stood up from his lap.

“Please see yourself out.” She picked up her clothes, walked to the bathroom, and slammed the door behind her.

She started the water in the shower, stepped into the stall and sobbed. Why couldn’t she stay away from him? She’d done so well for the past two years but then he shows up and she can’t get enough of him. Just like before.

“You need better self-control around that man,” she murmured.

God, she wished she could hate him for what he did to her. No matter how many times she told him she hated him, it was a lie. She would always love him. Until she took her last breath.

Chapter Eight

Logan drove home, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. Swearing under his breath, he couldn’t shake off the turmoil inside him. What was wrong with him? He couldn’t keep his damn composure around her.

The thought of her consumed him; how she made him feel, how no other woman could compare. Two years away from Dixie and countless other women in his bed, but none ignited the same fire in him like she did.

As he pulled up to the house, a sense of dread crept over him. Ever since his father passed away, being here alone was unbearable some days. But tonight, he was so tired, he knew he’d have no trouble falling asleep.

After grabbing a quick bite to eat, he took a long shower, trying to wash away the tension that had built up inside him. As he settled down to watch TV before bed, his job as a deputy brought a sense of calmness to him. It was different from his days at the FBI, but he still enjoyed it.

The next morning, he arrived at the department and sat at his desk. Most days were quiet in Clifton, but occasionally Dewey’s bar would get rowdy. Logan rarely worked past his shift in the wintertime, but during tourist season or when another deputy was on vacation or out sick, he would put in long hours.

“Hey.”

Logan looked up from his paperwork to see Deputy Brody Morgan standing in the doorway.

“Hey Brody.”

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m alright. It gets easier every day.”

Brody nodded sympathetically. “I know it’s been tough since Clint passed away. He’s in a better place now.”

“Yeah.” Logan forced a weak smile.

“I’m meeting Sam at the diner for breakfast. I’ll see you later. And I’m really sorry about your loss, man.”

Logan nodded gratefully. “Thanks, Brody. I appreciate it.”

“Sure.” With a final nod, Brody left the room. Logan took a deep breath and returned to his work, grateful for the support of his friends during this difficult time.

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As Dixie walked out of the bar, she frowned when she saw snow falling. She pointed the fob at her vehicle, causing the lights to flash and the horn to chirp.

“Hey.”

She spun around to see Logan walking toward her.

“What are you doing here?”

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