With him gone, she felt as if she could breathe again. Despite his flirty demeanor, there was an underlying intensity that seemed to suck the oxygen out of the room.

She and Logan had plenty to discuss, but right now she had only one thing on her mind. “What did Sawyer mean about sharing your toys?”

From across the room, Logan winced, his body growing rigid before he blew out a breath. “The guys and I used to share women.”

Her stomach flip-flopped and her skin grew tight. The guys. As in plural. “Share? You mean you’d all have sex with one woman? At the same time?”

Maybe to buy him some time before answering, he pulled some men’s clothes out of a drawer before turning around to answer. “Usually only two of us, but yeah.” He brought his clothes over the bed and sat next to her. “Does that bother you?”

Bother her? She guessed that depended on his definition of bother. Because she was bothered, all right. Hot and bothered. Her body flushed with arousal, her heart racing and her pussy growing wet. She didn’t want to think about Logan and other women like that, but her body was totally on board with her in the middle of Logan and another man.

Still, she played it cool, uncomfortable by her body’s reaction to the idea. “No, not at all. Maybe it should, but my friendships with some of the kinkier women of Detroit have enlightened me about sexual relationships.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Safe, sane, consensual. As long as all parties agree and no one is harmed, it’s none of my business what people do to get off. And that includes you.”

Her comments were rational and mature, and her voice hadn’t cracked once. There was no way he’d guess the storm of arousal raging inside her at the moment. She took a breath and smiled. “So, I understand guys like the idea of having sex with two women, but what do you get out of sharing? Are you bisexual?” Because the mental picture of a naked Logan and another man kissing and touching each other was almost as good as the one with her in the middle of it.

He sputtered. “No, I’m not bisexual.” His gaze snared hers and held tight. “Sharing is one of my kinks. The idea of giving the woman so much pleasure she can’t control herself,” he said softly, a fevered light in his eyes. “The tight way her inner muscles clamp down on me as she’s filled with a cock in both her pussy and her ass and watching her completely come undone.” He swallowed thickly. “It’s a rush.”

His words aroused her to the point of pain. But since Logan had warned Sawyer away from her, he clearly didn’t want her with two men. She wouldn’t ruin what limited time they had together by asking him to do something he obviously didn’t want to do. After all, she should be flattered he didn’t want to share her.

Nervously fumbling with the neck of her shirt, she leapt to her feet and crossed to the dresser to find some fresh clothes. She was shocked and flattered that Logan had paid enough attention to know her sizes. She picked out some jean shorts and a black blouse as well as a set of black lace panties and matching bra that she was certain Sawyer had chosen for her to wear in the club tonight.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she announced, not looking at Logan before taking her clothes with her into the bathroom.

And what a bathroom it was.

It had to be close to the same size as the bedroom.

Everything was done in gold-and-crème marble from the heated floors to the double sink. There was a Jacuzzi tub that could fit more than two people comfortably and a huge glass-enclosed shower with multiple showerheads. Mirrors hung on the walls and, oddly, in the shower. There were fluffy throw rugs that looked soft enough to sleep on and pristine gold towels with the word Paradise on them.

She chuckled, the meaning behind the name of the hotel, Paradise Lost, and the club, Paradise Found, suddenly dawning on her. One would acquire paradise only within the club and its bedrooms.

Indecision warred within her as she debated whether to shower or take a bath. A Jacuzzi would soothe her muscles and relax her, but she was dying to try the shower. She opened the door and turned the knob, cranking it to the hotter side. Water sprayed from five different spots, three from the ceiling and two from the sides, seemingly coming from out of the mirrors. Bizarrely, there were several suction cups with large metal rings resembling bracelets on them stuck to the mirrors too.

She undressed, ready to burn those filthy clothes. By the time she’d thrown them in the trash, the room had filled with steam. She stepped into the shower, groaning when hot water rained down on her. This was so much better than last night’s excuse of a shower.

Finding shampoo, she flicked open the spout and poured some into her waiting hand. She sighed at the soothing scent of lavender permeating throughout the shower.

After she massaged the shampoo into her hair, she closed her eyes and braced her hands on the wall in front of her as she tilted her head back under one of the showerheads and soapy water cascaded down her.

She felt a slight chill as the door to the shower opened and then the heat of Logan standing behind her. The warm breath on her neck made her nipples tighten and her abdomen quiver.

“Didn’t want to miss out on the chance to see you all slippery with soap like I did last night. I hope you don’t mind,” he said huskily.

Did she? He’d already seen her naked and gotten up close and personal with her pussy, but taking a shower with him seemed more intimate, hinting at a relationship between the two of them. “Shower’s big enough for the both of us.”

His hand skated down the length of her spine and cupped her bottom. “Shower’s big enough for both of us and two more.” He nipped her ear. “Yeah, you thought I didn’t notice how excited you got when I told you about how much I enjoyed sharing a woman with my friends? Your pulse was hammering at the side of your neck like a frightened little bird. But the only thing you were frightened of was how I’d react if I knew how much you wanted it.”

She opened her eyes. “You told Sawyer you wouldn’t share me.”

“I wouldn’t. Not with him. Sawyer’s needs are too dark for you. And frankly, I wasn’t sure if sharing would be something you’d be into.”

Her breathing hitched. “Will it hurt to have two cocks inside at the same time?”

“Not if I start preparing you for it,” he said roughly, his voice sounding as if his throat had been rubbed with sandpaper. “Turn to face me.”

Biting her lip, she spun around and, dizzy from arousal, rested her hands on his chest for support. Rivulets of water ran down between his flat brown nipples, enticing her to lick. But before she could follow through, he moved, pulling two of the suction cups off the mirror and positioning them lower. Confused by his actions, she was speechless when he grabbed one of her hands and slipped it into the ring hanging from the suction cup then tightened the ring, securing her to it. He repeated the process with her other hand, so both arms were raised slightly above her head and she was facing the mirror.

Now the suction cups made sense.

Shower bondage.

He seized a small tube beside the shampoo on the shelf and kneeled behind her, one of his hands sliding around her to the front where he quickly pulled back the hood of her clitoris to expose the bundle of nerves. Using tiny circular motions, he rubbed it while repeatedly sinking his teeth into the flesh of her ass.

Sparks of heat lit up her pussy and had her squirming in place.

Staring at herself in the mirror, she watched as a woman she barely recognized moaned and begged for more. Beads of water streamed down her pink flushed cheeks, and her eyes were glazed over as if she was drugged.

He shifted his hand, plunging his fingers into her pussy as his thumb strummed her clit. “You want to know what it’s like to have more than one cock pumping away inside of you? Well, I’m about to give you an exclusive sneak peek to get you ready for it. See, right now, I’ve got two of my fingers in you. Your pussy’s clamping down on them, sucking them in, with no resistance. But as you learned on the plane, my cock’s a lot wider than two fingers, so I’m gonna have to add one more.” There was a pinch of pain as his third finger joined the others, stretching her walls, but the pleasurable waves of heat rolling through her quickly numbed the sting. “Now pretend that’s my cock inside you right now, fucking you. Owning you. Feels good, doesn’t it?”