“Keep looking at me like that, lady, and you’re going to get yourself into a hell of a lot of trouble.”

     Startled, her gaze flew back to his face. An amused glint sparked in gun-metal eyes, and his mouth curved in a hint of a smile. Her blush deepened. “I thought you were asleep.”

     He rolled over and reached up to push away the heavy waves of hair from her face. “How could I sleep when I felt your hungry gaze on my poor, defenseless body?”

     She closed her eyes in embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I know it’s crazy, when we spent practically all morning, well, together. I thought it would be impossible to keep wanting you and I’m sure there’s only a certain number of times a man can, well, can—oh!”

     His mouth covered hers and stopped the flow of words. His tongue dove in and out of her mouth as he leaned over and pressed his body into hers. The bold evidence of his desire pulsed against her thigh. When he finally pulled away, she gasped for breath.

     Fierce satisfaction rippled through him. He’d never met a woman who so welcomed his touch on her body; demanded and reveled in the pleasure of lovemaking to such an extent. He’d felt as if he never had a woman give all of herself to him before.

     Throughout hours of intense pleasure, she cried out her love to him. The words were like sweet music, ripping at his own control.

     Chandler Santell was finally his.

     “Don’t look so surprised,” he said teasingly. “I made plans to be strong and give you time to recover. If I’d known you were having the same thoughts I would have woken you up hours ago.”

     Chandler laughed and ran her fingers through his dark hair. “You’ve turned me into a nympho. I was supposed to teach a yoga class this morning. Linda will probably be wondering where I am.”

     He trailed tiny kisses down her neck. “Hmmm, I have hours of paperwork I’m supposed to catch up on today. But I have a feeling it’ll have to wait until Monday.”

     “That’s two days away. Surely, you’ll be able to get into the office by tomorrow.”

     He chuckled. “A day and a half. We kept ourselves occupied all morning. It’s now officially afternoon.” Her breath caught as he bit her lobe gently, and his tongue explored the delicate shell of her ear. “I have plans for us the entire weekend. Work is not involved.”

     “What? A business tycoon who refuses to work on the weekend?” She laughed as his teeth punished her. “What could possibly be more important than the Weatherall contract?”

     “Our contract. We haven’t had our three month review yet.” He blew in her ear. Her body shot up in an unconscious, erotic reaction which he watched with interest. “I’m now ready to give you my full attention.”

     His mouth closed over one breast and drew the tip between his lips. She gasped. “We have a lot of financial figures to analyze,” he said. Her nails scraped down his muscled back. “We should go over each case one by one in order to track the full benefit of the program.” He eased her legs apart, his fingers playing gently, bringing forth the warm liquid response.

     Chandler fought for breath. “How much energy are you willing to devote to this review, Mr. Grant?”

     His fingers drove inside of her, wringing his name from her lips. He settled over her and drew her body close to his.

     Logan smiled. “I assure you, Ms. Santell, I will give you every inch of my attention.”

     And he did.


     “We should eat.”

     “Hmmm?”

     She lay against him, her long hair fanned out around his stomach and thighs. He was propped up against the headboard. His fingers rippled through the honey colored strands and arranged each wave at a certain angle.

     The sun had sunk low on the horizon and threw shadows against the wall of the bedroom. A cool breeze drifted through the open windows. The cream colored curtains billowed outward, then smacked gently back against the panes of glass. The phone rung on a constant basis, and as the machine automatically picked up, a variety of voices filled the tape, demanding a call back. He'd turned his Blackberry to vibrate. The phone shook with anger as it buzzed insistently on his cherry wood dresser. They both ignored it.

     Chandler sighed with contentment. “You know, food. Energy. We haven’t eaten all day and I’m starving.”

     “I knew you’d be a demanding woman.”

     She laughed and stretched luxuriously. “If you want me to keep up with you, I need to be fed. You have more muscle, and therefore, more energy than me. It’s not fair.”

     “My aim is to keep you weak and defenseless, chained up in my bedroom for the purpose of pleasuring me.”

     She punched him in the arm. “I have to break you of these terrible Medieval ideas. The first chore to help you confront your narrow-mindedness is to cook me dinner.”

     One black brow shot up. “Cook?”

     “Yes, you know, to make. Prepare food. Cook.” She twisted around to study him with suspicion. “You do know how to cook, don’t you?”

     “I made hamburgers on the grill once.”

     Chandler closed her eyes and groaned. “Wonderful. No wonder you have so many employees working for you. You can go to a different house each night without anyone becoming suspicious.” She rose from the bed, glanced around the room, and plucked a white shirt draped across a tapestry covered chair. He watched her with a wolfish grin. She tossed him a threatening glare and buttoned the shirt all the way to the neck. The hem fell almost to her knees. She rolled up the cuffs, pushed back her hair, and walked out of the bedroom.

     “Where are you going?” he called out, admiring the way her derriere swung enchantingly when she walked.

     “To see what you have in the house to make dinner.”

     Smiling, she found her way into the kitchen. Chandler knew immediately Logan barely used the room. New copper pots dangled above an old world Spanish custom cabinetry island. Smooth earth-toned marbled counter-tops graced the room. The elegant off-white ceramic tile floor shone with a high gleam, and all the stainless steel appliances looked to be the latest gourmet’s delight.

     Sighing, she opened the sub-zero refrigerator and made a mental list. Hamburger meat and a piece of chicken. One head of iceberg lettuce. Various containers half filled with concoctions she barely recognized. Bread, cheese, milk, bacon, and two eggs. She checked the rest of the compartments in horror.

     A pair of strong arms circled her waist from behind. “Find anything interesting?” He splayed his palms wide over her belly.

     “You have no vegetables.”

     “You say that like I’ve committed a crime.”

     She turned to face him with concern. “Logan, from the looks of this refrigerator, I’d say you eat a lot of take-out or strictly red meat.”

     “So?”

     She shook her head and worried her lip between her teeth. His eyes watched the action with interest. “Vegetables are the key to a healthy diet. They supply you with all the nutrition needed on a daily basis. If you want to keep up this hectic pace, your body needs them desperately.”

     “I know what else it needs desperately,” he growled against her ear.

     “Logan, I’m serious. Don’t you have someone to cook for you?”

     He shrugged. “Nah. I use a cleaning service for the house, but I don’t like the idea of a stranger in my kitchen. I prefer my solitude.”

     “There are professional chefs who could prepare something healthy for you.”

     “I work late into the night, sweetheart. I’m lucky if I can grab a home cooked meal once a month.” He studied her face for a few moments. “Are you really worried about me?”

     “Yes. You have to start changing your habits. Tonight.”

     He watched her stalk up the stairs and back into the bedroom. Hiding a smile, he felt a rush of pleasure from her obvious concern with his diet. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman cared about what he ate or how hard he worked. Her worry caused a heady feeling he was actually starting to enjoy. He followed her. “What are you doing?”

     She picked through the pile of clothes on the carpet. “I’m getting dressed to go to the store. I want to pick up a supply of vegetables so we can cook tonight. Do you have a Wok?”

     “Hmmm, somewhere in the cabinets, I’ve never used it. You’re not going anywhere.”

     “What?”

     He watched in amusement as she tumbled back on the bed, one leg stuck in her jeans. “I’ll go to the store, just give me a list. You don’t have your car back, remember?”

     She stopped struggling into the tight material. “I forgot. Are you sure you can handle it?”

     “Just give me a description of what each vegetable looks like and I’ll be fine.”

     “You’re kidding.”

     “Yes, I’m kidding.” He walked to the edge of the bed and eased her one leg out of the jeans. Kneeling down, he slid his palms up over her thighs and parted them gently. Her breath caught in her throat, and incredibly, her body quickened. His lips curved into a sensual smile as he watched her reaction to his touch.

     “Oh no, not again.”

     A low rumble of laughter rose from his chest. He pushed her down on the bed, his fingers deftly unbuttoning the shirt, displaying her naked body to his hungry gaze. He kissed the tops of her thighs, nipping at the tender flesh, working his way inward. “Oh, yes, Chandler again. I’ll never tire of loving you.”

     His mouth found the inner core of her desire, and her sweet wild cries echoed through the air, as Logan taught her a new way to fly.