Damn it.
Ahh, s**t.
What the heck has she done? Why did she have to go and complicate life? And with her patient, of all people.
She was screwed—capital S, screwed.
No matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried to forget, every time she came face to face with Logan Pierce, she’d remember how thoroughly he’d screwed her — mind, body, and pride. Every savory bit of that prized body imprinted in her memory would bubble to the surface to remind her of how it had felt... to have those maddening, plush lips latched onto her n*****s, his crafty tongue awakening then. Then moving lower, much lower, to where she’d never imagined a man’s tongue could bring such devastatingly sinful delight. Gosh, the size of him and how exquisite he had felt inside her...
God. Damn it.
She slammed the
