Page 42 of Hot Saltwater Kisses

“Excellent. We’ll have the cabin to ourselves then.”

“You know…” I ducked my head and sent him a sly glance from underneath my lashes, keeping my voice casual and light. “I’ve always wanted to fuck in a pool. Figure this could be my once-in-a-lifetime chance to make it happen.”

Logan swallowed. Christ, I had the flirting skills of a chipmunk, but with Logan staring at me like I was all he could see, I felt damn near drunk on power. He cleared his throat, his expression teasing at just a hint of dimples. “I mean, yeah. I’ve always been a sucker for a good workout.”

“Thought you’d see it my way.” I gave his ass a friendly squeeze just as Nia laughed outside.

“It crossed my mind,” she said, her words drifting through the open door. “But if we charged extra for dumb questions, our ratings would drop like a lead weight.”

“Well,” Tom said. “You’ve more patience for fools than me, that’s for sure.”

“It’s a non-negotiable job requirement,” Nia said.

Logan huffed out a small sound of amusement, his voice pitched so I’d be the only one to hear. “I’m guessing you scored low on that section of your job interview, didn’t you?”

I pressed a grin against his throat. “You implying I’m a bad instructor?”

“Not at all.” He skimmed a broad palm up the length of my spine before it came to rest between my shoulder blades, warm and heavy. “I’ve beenverysatisfied with your efforts to make this an enjoyable stay.”

“That so?” I angled my hips forward and could feel him half-hard. Same.

He inhaled, nose dragging through my hair. “Yeah. So. Six thirty? I’ll order dinner.”

I weighed whether to protest that I wasn’t his sugar baby. He’d let me buy our beers last night, though, and in the grand scheme of the bill he’d face at the end of his stay, room service for two would be a tiny blip.

“Okay,” I said, and it felt bigger than just a simple word.

“Any preferences?” Logan asked.

“I don’t know the menu.” At his questioning look, I added, “Never had the food they serve to guests.”

A momentary frown crossed his features before they smoothed into a smile. “All right, then we’ll order when you’re there.”

Or you just pick something that you think I’ll like, I almost said. But, no. I wasn’t the kind of guy who let his… something, hiswhatever, make my choices.

“Six thirty,” I confirmed instead, with another squeeze of Logan’s truly spectacular ass. I couldn’t wait to see if it lived up to how it felt, to study all of him with enough light to map him out by more than touch alone. Maybe Ishouldbring my camera. He’d offered, after all.

We stepped apart just as Nia entered the shop. My flushed cheeks were sure to give us away, and predictably, she raised a brow.

“You’re not subtle,” she informed us. “Also, Richard’s been making the rounds today. So, you know. Look sharp.”

“Noted,” I said.

“Control freak on the loose?” Logan asked.

“Always,” I told him. “If micromanagement had a nano-scale brother, Richard would be first in line for an award.”

Logan chuckled, eyes thoughtful, and while I shouldn’t be this candid with a guest… Well, he was starting to be a bit more than that.

Even if our time was limited.

Logan had goneto the trouble of using sticky notes to hide the prices in the room service menu. I wasn’t sure whether to be amused or charmed.

“Saw it in Venice,” he told me, a grin flirting around his mouth. “Back in high school. I went to this fancy restaurant with my girlfriend—that was before I figured out I was into guys, obviously. And they gave her a menu that had all the prices removed.”

“How…” I looked for the right word.

“Backwards?” Logan suggested.

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