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“What do you need? Anything at all, Sara.” He searches my face for the answers.

But I wouldn’t be crumpled in the sand right now if I had any answers. There’s only one thing that I’m sure of right now.

“I hate him,” I choke out, swiping my face with the back of my hand. I end up with sand in my eyes, which makes me cry harder. “And I love him so much that my heart feels like it might explode.”

“Okay,” he says softly, sympathy filling his eyes. “I hear you.”

Sniffling, I try dusting sand off my knees. It’s caked on with tears that keep spilling out of me. “I know it sounds stupid, and I know what he told me just now should send me running for the hills. And I did run, but not for the reasons he thinks.”

“All right.” Logan puts a hand on my arm, kindness filling his calm hazel eyes. “What can I do to help?

Sniffling again, I take the tissue he pulls from his pocket. “I’ll let you know.”

All nightI toss and turn to the sound of the sea. I paid extra for this suite with a view of the water, so I get out of bed and pull on a robe.

The night air feels clammy as I open the patio door. Stepping onto my private balcony, I ease myself into a plush rattan rocking chair. As I set it in motion, I’m reminded of the double rocker my grandfather built.

The thought of my family springs tears to my eyes. What would they think if they knew that I’d come here? If they had any clue what I did with a man who got paid to touch me like Logan did.

Or what would they say if they knew what I’m thinking right now?

Glancing around, I tug at the sash on my robe. The satin falls open, baring my body to the moon glowing brightly over star-speckled water. A soft breeze stirs the hair on my arms as I lower a hand to the place where I’m throbbing and needy. To the wet, molten folds getting slicker as I stir my arousal.

I’m strumming that tight little swell, allowing Trent’s words to wash over me.

“I wanted to watch him whip out his cock and shove it inside you.”

A moan slips out as I feather my fingertips over that sweet, aching bud. God that feels good. I dip a finger inside me, then two, gasping as tension keeps building.

“Maybe I’d like to have three or four men hold you down, touching those pure, flawless tits while I take you hard and rough on a table. Would you like that, Sara? Would you?”

I know he expected me to blanch, and I did. But the truth?

It turned me on.

Plunging two fingers inside me, I search for the spot that Logan kept teasing with the tip of one long, rugged digit. Groaning with need, I bite down on my lip and keep fucking myself with my hand.

I need more. More friction, more pressure, moreeverything.

The hand that’s been kneading my breasts shimmies down to join the other one working between my spread thighs. Now I’m touching my clit with one hand while riding three fingers on the other.

It’s still not enough.

I pull in a breath of the balmy sea air and summon the words that Trent hurled like cruel weapons.

“I can’t stop thinking about shoving my cock down your throat until you choke and beg me to stop.”

“Oh, God.”

I come so hard I nearly slide out of the chair. I’m moaning and thrashing and strumming my clit like the lyre harp I played in the Sunday school choir.

My clammy chest heaves as I press my legs closed and swiftly fasten the ties on my robe. The pulse in my ears thunders loudly as the achy throb ebbs between my legs.

For now.

There’s a flicker of movement in the trees to my left and I squint. There’s nobody there, so I probably just gave the parrots a show.

God.That was intense.

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