Page 66 of The All-Inclusive

“It involves blackout curtains and glowing body paint, plus a glow-in-the-dark condom.” Logan leans back in his chair. “This one guest got really into it. The sensory deprivation of a dark, silent room is a big turn-on for some folks. But then I put on the condom.”

My unladylike snort echoes inside my glass. “Bet that was a sight.”

“Oh, yeah.” Logan picks up the bottle, refilling the wine for all three of us. “She couldn’t stop laughing at this glowing, disembodied penis bobbing around in front of her. Nothing I did could get her to stop cracking up.”

“Ooof,” Trent says, wincing. “That’s rough on the ego.”

“Nah, I rolled with it.” Logan laughs. “I programmed her in-room sound system to play Darth Vader’sImperial Marchand I made a whole show of it. Turns out a glowing, dancing, disembodied penis has its place if you work it right.”

“Oh my God.” I’m laughing so hard I slosh water over the edge of my glass. Few things are hotter than a man with a good sense of humor. “How did she handle that?”

“She loved it.” Logan grins. “I knew from reading her profile she was a hugeStar Warsfan, so it worked to my advantage.”

“God, that’s fantastic.” I love how he pays attention. How he cares about others and isn’t afraid to pivot. “How about you, Trent?”

“What about me?” He’s still got a casual arm draped over my chair, but I see how he stiffens. His smile remains open, but I know it feels weird to be put on the spot.

“Now that we’re talking openly about your history, I’m curious if you have any funny stories.” I’m maybe more interested in hearing the kinky ones, but we can ease into that. “Any amusing sex tales you can share?”

“Shit.” Trent drags a hand down his chin. “Okay, here’s one. I was stationed along the Adriatic for a six-month training op. This was maybe four years ago.”

“I remember.” It’s one of the times we agreed to put our relationship on pause. “I mean, I didn’t know where you were exactly.”

“And I still can’t tell you.” He glances at Logan. “Not sure howmuch you know about Spec Ops, but we can’t say much about where we go or what we do there.”

Logan nods and butters a thick wedge of bread. “So I’ve heard.”

“Anyway,” Trent continues, “I had four days of leave and wound up in Croatia. While I was there, I remembered we needed a certain kind of rope.”

“As one does.” Logan stuffs a big hunk of bread in his mouth.

“Can it, Jarhead.” Trent continues, but he’s smiling now. “So I do a Google search and I’m running things through my translator app, but maybe I typed something wrong. I’m not really sure, but this place I found calledThe House of Ropeseemed promising.”

“Oh no.” I can already guess where this story is going.

“Yeah,” Trent says, stifling a laugh. “Suffice it to say,Kuca od Užetawas a BDSM sex dungeon. But I didn’t figure that out until I got inside and started explaining in broken Croatian about helo extraction and fast-roping and—well, anyway. It didn’t go quite like I thought.”

“Oh my God.” Logan cracks up, setting his glass down hard. “What did you do?”

“It was pretty awkward at first,” he admits. “But then I decided to check it out, and next thing I knew, I was signed up for a demo lesson.”

Logan’s eyes widen. “No shit?”

“Nope.” He smiles. “And it turned out I kinda liked it.” As his eyes shift to mine, his smile falters. “Sorry. I hope that’s not hard to hear.”

“It’s not,” I insist, resting a hand over his. “I’d very much like to know what you learned.”

“Same,” Logan says. “Rope play isn’t my specialty. Were you learning to be a dom or a sub?”

“Dom,” Trent says, glancing at me again. “That’s shorthand for dominant or submissive.”

“I know,” I say proudly. “I have that one in my notebook.”

“Notebook?” Logan lifts one sandy brow. “What’s this notebook?”

Color tinges my cheeks, but I hold my head high. “Just this notebook I keep for sex terms I want to look up. Comes in handy when hanging out with moreadventurousfriends.”

“Intriguing,” he says, thanking the waiter as he sets down our appetizers.

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