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Seven sensuous days. Time she’d use to delight
him in every way she could, herself too, beginning with her full submission
now.
    Obediently, she touched her jewelry, ready to remove it.
    “No.” Logan put his hand on hers.
    His palm was warm and dry, his blunt fingertips touching her
belly, making those muscles quiver. A hint of moisture rushed from her pussy,
dampening it for his thick, meaty cock. Rarely had Tessa felt as nude,
wonderfully defenseless.
    He spoke to Brian. “Unlock the cuffs, shackles, whatever you
call them.”
    “They’re not real,” the young man explained. “All I have to
do is tug and they come right off.” His hands floated in air as he waited for
Logan to get out of the way so he could remove them.
    A moment passed before Logan appeared to realize he was still
covering Tessa’s hands with his, touching them and her belly, making her weak
with need.
    As he finally let her go, Brian gave the gold metal a firm
pull, then removed it and the chains.
    Logan stood. Given his height, at least six-three, the top
of Tessa’s head came to his chin. She lifted her face to his, catching a whiff
of his fragrance. Clean, a woodsy masculine scent that tempted, urging her to
get closer, to have him envelop her in his strength and warmth.
    Tessa didn’t. Not yet. Not here…unless he wanted that.
    Taking control of the moment, he slid his hand down her arm,
cupping her elbow. She locked her knees to keep from moving into him, making
the first and possibly wrong move.
    He murmured, “You better sit before you fall.”
    With him touching her again, that was a definite
possibility. However, he was talking about her pattens, his attention drifting
to them. She’d practiced on the dumb things for a week and yet had still
wobbled badly, no different from a pre-teen in her first pair of heels.
    Tessa sank into the offered chair and gripped her knees to
keep them from shaking, not wanting him to see her excitement and renewed
anxiety. Tonight had turned out so incredibly amazing, Tessa didn’t want to do
anything wrong and kill the magic. She sure as hell did not want to disappoint.
“Thanks.” She lifted her feet, displaying the pattens. “As adorable as these
are, guess I won’t be wearing them to the mall.”
    A grin broke across Logan’s face. Tessa smiled in return. He
studied her mouth. Gradually, his manner went back to polite, nonchalant. As
though he hadn’t just paid a king’s ransom to have her for seven days.
    At the table next to theirs, the client and his lady kissed
noisily. When they had to pause for air, they both chuckled, thoroughly
enjoying themselves.
    Logan remained standing.
    “Please,” Tessa said, gesturing to his chair. “Sit.”
    His attention moved from the kissing couple back to her.
Uncertainty raced across his face before he suppressed it as easily as he had
his grin.
    Her stomach fell. Was he having second thoughts about this?
Not because of the money—if he was here, he had tons of that—but because he’d
acted on impulse for whatever reason. And had now changed his mind after
getting a good look at her.
    He pulled a pen and what appeared to be a business card from
his jacket’s inside pocket. As he wrote something on the back, he said, “Here’s
the address you’ll need.” He stopped and turned to her. “Do you want someone to
bring you there? I can send a car.”
    They were still on? Tessa suppressed a pleased smile and
wanted to ask where there was, but didn’t. After all, she was his for
seven glorious days no matter where he wanted that to be and had absolutely no
plans of picking her up himself. “I can get a ride.”
    He nodded and continued scribbling on the card. “Is Sunday
afternoon all right?”
    She was about to ask, “For what?” when she realized
he meant the beginning of their time together. Alone. Loads of sex. Oral.
Vaginal. Possibly anal. Game playing, if he liked to do that. Was he into BDSM?
Breathless at the thought, she murmured,