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Logan

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For a man who relies on his quick reflexes to make a living, I’m remarkably slow at registering the situation I’ve just walked into before a mouth is fused to mine. Rebecca. My one-night stand.

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I stand there stunned, but it’s only a momentary reaction before my eyes jerk up, over Rebecca’s head, to meet Jenna’s bemused stare across the kitchen island.

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Fuck. My. Life.

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Words to explain why a stranger is mauling me when I’m in nothing but my underwear queue up on my tongue, but Rebecca speaks first. 

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“Hon! I just met your sister!“

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Hon? My eyes drop to meet her wide green gaze. 

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“You didn't tell me she worked at McCann! She's the woman who interviewed me yesterday!" 

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Understanding dawns.

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The lunatic's fingers tighten around my neck like a noose as she darts a glance at Jenna before returning panicked features to mine. She mouths, ‘Please, please, please.’

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I cock an eyebrow at her. Seriously?

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Biting her lip, she slowly, slowly releases her grip on me. But instead of taking a step back, her hands splay on my bare chest, and she drags them down my front. A jolt of pleasure rushes through me, the contact feels good. Too good for someone I finished fucking only a few hours ago. Down south, my cock twitches.

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Wandering hands finally stop at the base of my sternum and press in. Yep, she’s super serious.

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Jenna clears her throat, and my attention snaps up. She’s been watching us the entire time. 

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“Hey, Jen.” 

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“Good morning Logan. And, yes, what a coincidence, isn’t it? I never realized I was interviewing your girlfriend.”

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Girlfriend? My chest hairs rise in alarm under Rebecca’s hands. Oh, no. No, no, no. I don’t do girlfriends.

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