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A fact she was happy to overlook for a few hours of pleasure.

CHAPTER THREE

The driver opened thedoor when they exited the building, and the warm air brushed along Logan’s skin. He’d been in New York for a few days and had hired a car and driver for his stay.

Logan guided Emma across the sidewalk. When his hand went to her back once again, as if he was impatient to touch her—correct—she didn’t say a thing. Emma simply slid into the back of the black town car and waited for him to join her.

He tugged up the leg of his Tom Ford pants and instructed the driver to take them to his hotel.

Then his eyes grazed over her gorgeous body. Unapologetically. Emma took her time meeting his stare. The moment she did, a sharp arrow of arousal shot straight to his cock.

He didn’t want to assume, so there was only one question on his lips.

“Did I get the address right?” Logan asked as they pulled away from the curb.

“It appears so,” Emma replied, understanding immediately.

Are you coming back to my hotel so I can fuck you?

“Good.” Logan let his eyes wander over her body freely again. There was no point in denying what he wanted, or what they were about to do.

But he would be clear on what Emma could expect of their time together. Not just that it would be only one night, but that he had certain proclivities.

“I need to warn you—”

“Don’t warn me; surprise me.”

Fucking hell, he almost grabbed her face and kissed her. Instead, a low growl came out, and he took her chin, turning her so she was paying attention.

Close attention.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’ll surprise you, but I need to know you’re on board with everything.”

She held his gaze like a trooper, then grinned. “You need to read one of my erotic romance books. Here aremyboundaries. No spanking or crawling. Or any type of derogatory kink. I will call you ‘sir,’ not ‘daddy.’”

His cock got really damn thick inside his pants.

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