Page 15 of The All-Inclusive

He chuckles and anchors his hands in his pockets. “Sara?”

“Yes. Um, you must be Logan?”

“That’s me.” His smile sends a swift rush of heat through my core. “Do you want to go for a walk?”

“A walk?” Maybe that’s some kind of sexual euphemism. “Um?—”

“Some guests feel weird just inviting a strange man into their room.” His aw-shucks smile widens. “Just giving you the option, in case you’d like to stroll a little.”

“Oh. No, that’s okay. Thank you, though.” I hold open the door and Logan walks through, all long, loping stride and super-broad shoulders that fill up the space. There’s a scar snaking down his right leg and I wish I knew him well enough to ask about it.

I guess not knowing Logan didn’t stop me from asking if I could sit on his face.

He catches me staring and touches the scar. “Injured in the line of duty,” he says simply.

“Oh.” I can’t even imagine. “Like, a guest slipped off your penis and landed wrong?”

“What?” Logan laughs and his whole face lights up. “Sorry, I should have been clearer. I’m a former Marine.”

“Oh.” That makes more sense.

It also explains the hot body. He fills out a T-shirt like Trent does, with well-rounded biceps and ripples of abs I can see through thin cotton. My mouth starts to water and I wonder what Trent’s doing now.

Stop thinking about him.

Logan walks to the wet bar and pivots to face me. “Can I fix us a drink? I make a mean gin and tonic.”

I must make a face, because he blanches.

“Shit, sorry—do you not drink?”

“No, it’s fine.” I nibble my lip. “Just laying off the gin right now.”

“Gotcha, gotcha.” He bends down to open the mini fridge, which gives me a moment to check out his ass.

Verynice.

“How about kombucha?” He paws through the bottles and cans. “You’re also pretty well stocked with fresh citrus. I mix a mean lemon drop martini.”

“Perfect.” Something to sip sounds fantastic. “Should I be makingyoua drink? You came to my room, so that kinda makes me the host.”

Logan chuckles. “There aren’t any etiquette rules here. You came to relax, and I’m here to make sure that happens.”

“Okay.” My mouth feels a little bit dry. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure.” He starts rolling a lemon in his palm. I know he’s just trying to loosen the juice and get all those citrus oils flowing,but the sight of his palms on that fruit does the same thing to me as it does for the lemon. My mouth isn’t dry anymore. Neither are other parts.

“What’s that smile about?” He grins as he juices the lemon in one of those fancy contraptions that looks like a speculum. Yes, I’ve had a women’s health exam. I’m notthatnaïve.

“Oh, um—” I nibble my lip. “You have nice hands.”

“Thanks.” He measures the vodka and tosses it into a shaker with ice. “You like sugar on your rim?”

“Yes, please.” Still nibbling my lip, I fumble for a thread of conversation. “Do you do a lot of rimming?”

Cocking his head, he tumbles some ice in a shaker. “Pardon?”

Heat floods my cheek as I find myself babbling. “I sawrimmingin the app and I looked it up in this sex manual myfriends gave me.”Sara, stop talking. “I don’t know how I’d feel about someone licking my butthole, but I’m open to trying it sometime. I mean, after a bath. Which I took right before you got here. Not because I’m wanting you to lick my?—”

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