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I snorted. “You don’t thinkthe worry about breaking a nail might get between her and honest work?”

“I think it might,” Ashleysaid. “But I break my nails all the time and I’ve made peace with it. Eithershe comes out of this a better person, which would be good for the world atlarge, or she’ll absolutely deserve whatever happens to her. I… you know, I don’tcare anymore? I have plenty of siblings in San Francisco. Hot boyfriend inSacramento. What more could I want? Maisie’s behavior is between her andwhatever higher power she believes in. Even if that higher power is just thewrath of Grandma.”

“Wouldnotwant to be onher bad side,”I said. “But I like her.”

“I knew you would.” Ashleybeamed at me. “She’s already asked me to look for places for her in SanFrancisco. She’s talking about something with two bedrooms. For the both of us.”

“Leaving the ranch?” I asked.

“She has a friend who runs apony club a little way out of the city. She’s talking about working a day ortwo a week there. That way she still gets to hang out with the horses, but they’realso not herproblemwhen she’s not at work. Apparently there’s work therefor me, too. Permanent part time, I’d be teaching junior classes because I’vealready got plenty of teaching experience between Rosa’s classes and YouTube,and I know my horses. The commute from here wouldn’t be too bad, either.”

“You’ve already looked thisup?” I asked.

Of course he had.

Ashley wanted to get back tohis life. He’dbounce right back.

I couldn’t wait to seethe person he’d be once this was all behind him. It was an honor to get towatch.

“Well, I can drop you off,”I said, happy to encourage him. “When are you starting?”

“The new term doesn’t startfor a couple of weeks, so around then. A few days before the kids come back soI can learn the ropes. You’re taking this well.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked. “Iwant you to be happy. This… this would make you happy, right? Because I’m notpushing you out the door or anything.”

“I know.” Ashley shifted,looking up at me. “You’re a sweetheart. But I’ll feel better if I havesomething todowith myself sooner rather than later. I mean, oncewe’vehad sex oneverysurface in thehouse, I’llneed another hobby and I can only make so many makeup videos.”

“You think we can do that intwo weeks?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Two or three days,” Ashleygrinned, rolling away from me and standing up. He held his hand out, wigglinghis fingers toward me. “Come on. I wanna start with the shower.”

TWENTY-NINE

ASHLEY

I hissed as Logan pressed meagainst the cool shower tiles, the contrast between the sting of cold at myfront and the searing heat of his body plastered to my back sending a rush ofblood in both directions, my head spinning and my cock throbbing.

His thick, hard cock pressedup against my ass, a tingle of lust rippling down my spine as my brain remindedme of just how good it felt inside me, hot and satisfying.

“There are four walls inhere,” I said, gasping as Logan’s hand trailed up my thigh, fingers dippingbetween my legs to brush over my balls. “So this only counts for one.”

Logan chuckled, dropping hotkisses along my shoulders as he held me in place. “Sure,” he murmured, handcurling around my hip. “Whatever you want.”

He meant it, too. He’d give mewhatever I wanted.

Lucky for him, what I wantedwas for both of us to have as many great orgasms as we could cram into the nextfew days before he went back to work.

Not that I planned onstopping them after that. I figured I’d only seen about a tenth of Logan’s fullpotential, and I wanted to see the rest.

I pushed my hips backagainst him, silently begging, eyes screwed shut so I could savor the way hiscock slipped between my ass cheeks, so close to where I really wanted it.

Poor innocent Logan had beenworried about me this morning. Three times in one night seemed like a lot tohim.

We had work to do on thatfront, but I was confident we were both up to the challenge.

“Wantyou,” I gritted out,biting my lip. Istillmeant that, it wasn’t just a ploy to get him tohurry up.

Logan had me by the ballsboth literallyandfiguratively.