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“You know what? I think you’re bound and determined to kill me. I’m convinced.”

Rachel winks. “That’s not what I’m trying to do. Not at all. I want to make things a little hard for you.”

“Mission accomplished, darlin.” I snort. “Keep in mind; revenge is sweet.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

It sounds like there will be a lot of cold showers in over the next few days. If she’s going to play this game, you can bet I’m going to show her make things equally as frustrating for her. Whatever she has planned will be nothing compared to the ways I plan to torture her body, keeping her on edge until she can’t take it anymore.

She may think she has the upper hand, but I’m going to prove to her, exactly who is in control here.

THIRTY-TWO

Logan

For the last two weeks, I’ve been slowly working every detail about this birthday celebration from Rachel. Knowing all of her plans has helped me throw in a few surprises of my own. Hell, I’m going to miss her actual birthday you can be damn sure I’m going to do all I can to make up for it.

As long as I can still convince her to go out. Piper was resistant to staying with Nana tonight, and the mom guilt is intense now.

Sliding up behind her, I brush her hair over her shoulder and kiss her exposed skin. “Why don’t you take a bubble bath? There may be a surprise waiting for you on the counter. Then you can slip on something sexy, and we’ll meet up with everyone at the bar.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sulking. Piper has nevernotwanted to stay with Nana.”

I kiss her again. “Babe, I don’t blame Piper for wanting to stay with you. Hell, I don’t want to spend a night without you.”

She leans back against me and sighs. “I’m not sure if that was helpful or not.”

“Go, do your thing. I poured a glass of wine for you too.” I spin her around and smack her ass. “The sooner we go out, the sooner we can come back here.”

Rachel disappears down the hall to her bedroom, and I slip in the hall bathroom to freshen up.

Dressed in a pair of khakis and a button-down shirt, I spray on a little cologne and double-check my hair.

Gathering up my things, I tuck them back in my duffle bag and zip it up.

The first thing I notice when opening the door and stepping into the hallway is the soft fragrance that is uniquely Rachel, mixed with a little grapefruit and jasmine. I can hear her singing along to her favorite playlist when I walk by.

She needs this night as much as I do, and I’m damn glad to have it with her.

I help myself to a bottle of water and kick my feet up on the coffee table. I’m sitting on the couch watching sports highlights when Rachel emerges dressed in a little black dress and fuck me heels.

I let out a low whistle, taking her in from head to toe. This is a side of her that I've never seen before.

“Jesus. Christ.”

Those gorgeous black locks are pulled back from her face and curled down her back. Her hazel eyes pop with the makeup she’s put on. Knowing her, I can only imagine what she’s got on under that dress too.

Standing up, I hold out a hand. “Come ‘ere.” She takes my hand, and I tug her to me. I cup her face and kiss her, hard. “On second thought, we should stay right here. Hit fast forward and let me strip you out of that little number.”

Rachel returns my kiss with an even hungrier one of her own. “Not a chance. I didn’t get all dressed up for you not to show me off.” she winks.

“You sure about that? I think what I have in mind may be a lot more fun.”

“Not happening. Though I have to warn you, these heels probably won’t last all night.” She holds up a change of shoes.

“Why don’t you save those heels for when we get back? Wear what’s comfortable now.”

“Why would I put the heels on when we get back?” She asks innocently.

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