Page 10 of Dark Surrender

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EMMA TOOK IN THE HUGE, luxury penthouse suite as Logan held the door open for her. She walked in and placed her purse on the coffee table. Normally, she would have been more impressed by the four-thousand-a-night room, but she was too busy trying to catch her breath after that mind-altering kiss.

Shewouldbe putting it in a book.

If that was a taste of things to come tonight, Emma wasn’t sure she was prepared.

Writing it was one thing; doing it was another. She’d been experimental with lovers, but none of them had been men like Logan.

He took.

He claimed.

And didn’t apologize.

Logan removed his suit jacket, and her ovaries began dancing. Underneath, he wore a crisp white shirt which stretched across his broad chest. When he bent his arms to fold up his cuffs, his biceps bulged, and Emma nearly let out an embarrassing mewl.

“Do you want a drink?” Logan stalked toward her.

“No. Unless you do.” Emma took in the perfect dark dusting on his strong jaw.

“No,” he replied, removing her jacket and tossing it with his on the sofa. They both stared at the items of clothing, then back at each other. “We’re both clear what this is tonight, yeah?”

She nodded.

“One night. That’s it. I’d prefer you didn’t tell Harper, but I suspect you will. No media, but I doubt you’d want that either.”

“I don’t. Any other rules, sir?” Emma asked, letting one of her hips drop.

He pushed one strap of her dress down her shoulder, then the other, and her heart began to pound.

Logan’s eyes filled with hunger. “From now on, I’m in charge. Use your safeword if you need. If you do, we will stop. Then you go home.”

Emma didn’t want to go home.

He yanked the front of her dress down, and her breasts fell out.

“No more sass,” Logan said in another of his growls.

Emma’s breath caught, and her core burst into flames.

“On your knees.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

She was either going to remember every damn detail or forget her own name after a night with Logan Dufort.

Bring it on.

He pinched one of her nipples as she dropped to the floor. She lifted her eyes, unsure just how in control he needed to be. Could she help herself, or was this going to be a step-by-step tutorial?

“Good girl.” Logan began to undo his pants.

Commando.

Good God.

And oh Lord, the way he handled it—taking it in his hand and almost delivering it to her—had her opening her mouth and stretching out her tongue.

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