Chapter 2
The Dare
I found my panties on the deck the next morning, twisted in a heap like evidence of a crime.
They were still damp.
And not from the dew.
I stuffed them into the pocket of my robe, heartbeat thunderous, as if someone might’ve seen me out there on the railing, legs spread, fingers buried inside myself while Logan sat five feet away—watching like a predator waiting to pounce.
Except he didn’t pounce.
He left me there, panting and trembling with nothing but the echo of his voice still ringing in my ears:
“Show me how you make yourself come when you’re thinking of me.”
I didn’t see him at breakfast.
Jason was already on the deck when I came down, flipping through his phone and grumbling about emails from work. Something about one of his junior partners f*****g up a
