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I feel my heart skip a beat at his words.This is nothing serious. This is just a date.

He takes my hand in his and squeezes it. I let a small smile escape across my lips.

He turns down his street. I can see what I assume is his apartment complex up ahead. It’s a large brick building with a lot of windows. It is out of place in our little suburb of Atlanta and looks like an apartment building you would see in a big city.

A moving truck is attempting to parallel park in front of the building and blocking the street. Logan eases his truck to a stop.

“Looks like you’re getting a new neighbor,” I gesture to the truck that keeps pulling forward to correct its position and then backing up.

“The apartment across the hall from me has been up for rent for a while. I heard someone finally signed a lease. They must be moving in this weekend.” We both watch failed attempt after failed attempt of the driver to park. After what feels like the fifth try, Logan puts his truck in park and hops out. “Wait here,” he says.

I watch as he walks over to the driver’s side door and offers to help direct the driver to park safely. It’s not lost on me how he is always helping others. How he always seems to be there for his students and his friends.For me.

He lives in a small,two-bedroom apartment. I walk through the door, and my breath catches at the sight before me. I am blown away.Speechless.Tiny twinkle lights are strung around the living room ceiling, giving the illusion of stars. A large pallet of soft, plush white blankets and pillows are set up in front of a pillowy sofa.

“Do you like it?” I hear him ask behind me.

“Like it? I love it.” I feel his arm wrap around me from behind, and I let myself melt into him. His breath is on my neck, and his lips place a soft kiss on the sensitive place above my shoulder.

“It looks magical,” I manage to breathe out. He lets me go and walks past me further into the space he calls home.

I follow, taking in every bit of my surroundings, hoping to learn more about him. His apartment is what I would expect a bachelor pad to look like. It’s full of nice furniture, but little personality. The kitchen is off the living room and is a mix of white granite and dark wood cabinets. The countertops are mostly bare except for a coffee pot I see sitting in the corner. There is a large painting of a mountain range on the wall behind the wooden kitchen table. A few bookcases line one wall and are stacked full of books and what looks like a couple of pickleball trophies.

I continue to follow him down a small hallway to a door. He opens it, revealing his bedroom. A large wooden four-poster bed takes up most of the space. It’s covered with a plush white comforter and looks like a cloud. Off to the side, I can barely see into his bathroom. The shower looks small, but I imagine we might fit perfectly inside. My mind immediately starts fighting an internal argument about where I want him to take me first. His bed or the shower. My body starts to hum with desire. I try to divert my attention elsewhere, and my eyes settle above his bed.

“The paintings are beautiful,” I say, gesturing to the one of a lake I see hanging above his headboard. “Is this the same artist as the one in the dining room?”

He nods. “Yeah, my mom.” His shoulders shrug a bit and he seems to be watching me take everything in.

“Your mom painted that?” I move closer to take in all the little details, my hand dragging along the soft comforter.

He nods. “Sure did. She has a studio in town where she teaches painting classes and sells her paintings. She does live-paintings at weddings and other events too, but the mountain and the lake will always be my favorite. After my parents divorced, her and I took a trip and they both represent the places we visited together.”

“That’s incredible. I’ve always wanted to paint, but I don’t have time for creative outlets.”

“I don’t know you seem pretty creative when I get you naked.” He smirks and I just shake my head.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice an overnight bag on the floor of the room. I recognize the bag because it’s one of mine. My eyes dart between it and Logan, wondering how it got here.

CHAPTER 49: TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

LOGAN

“Lacey, helped me smuggle out everything you might need. I figured you could stay the night?” I gesture to the bag that has caught Poppy’s attention.

I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of her since she walked through my door. I don’t know why I feel nervous. She invited me to stay at her place last night, but her being at mine feels entirely different. She shuffles over and starts sorting through her bag. Everything she needs for the evening and morning is there. She is still making her way through the duffel bag when she stops and glances up at me. Her mouth forms into a sexy grin. She pulls out a little black nightgown made of very sheer fabric.

“That one was all me.” When I found it, I knew she would look sexy in it, and I didn’t let myself question if buying her lingerie crossed any of our lines. All I could think about was her wearing it while she rode my cock. Easiest purchase I have ever made.

She places it back in the bag, stands slowly, and walks over to me. Her body presses against mine and she places a whisper of a kiss against my lips and brings her mouth to my ear.

“So, what’s the plan?”

“Close your eyes and I’ll show you.” Her eyes flutter shut and I carefully guide her back down the hall toward my office door. “No peeking.”

She giggles and slaps her hand across her eyes. “I promise I’m not.”

I open the door and pull her inside the room draped with drop cloths and plastic. “Okay, you can open them.”

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