Chapter 3
The First Time
I told myself I wouldn’t go back.
That last night was a mistake.
That it was the last time I’d crawl on my knees for a man who wasn’t my husband.
But the second Jason left for a two-hour drive to the nearby golf resort with a few old college friends, I was already in Logan’s room—shaking, breathless, and soaking through my panties like some s*x-starved addict.
He didn’t even blink when I barged in.
Didn’t ask if I’d locked the front door. Didn’t care.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed again, shirtless and wearing those same gray sweatpants—only this time, the fabric couldn’t hide the size of the bulge pressing against it.
“Close the door.”
I did.
“Lock it.”
Click.
I turned, heart slamming into my ribs as he stood and I backed up like prey but my e
