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"You've been so quiet, Logan. What's wrong?" I look up to find Sarah raising a brow at me.

"Huh? Oh, nothing, just thinking. Yeah." I push my cold eggs around my plate in silence.

"Thinking about what?" She begins to grin and I realize what she believes I'm thinking about. The sex we had two days ago.

Yeah, no Sarah, apparently my mind is more preoccupied.

"Work stuff."

"Ugh, boring." I nod, knowing exactly how she'd react.

"Well, I'm off to work. Have a nice day." I grab my keys off the hook and head outside.

"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" I pause and rack my brain for what I missed.

Clicking my tongue, I grab my coat and kiss her on the cheek as a thanks. "It's cold as hell outside, I almost forgot my coat. Thank you." I quickly rush out the door before she can say anything else and drive myself to work today.

I gave James the day off since I could hardly look anyone in the eye after what happened yesterday. I felt like he could just smell the stupidity off of me as soon as I stepped into the car. And I'm a coward so I avoided that shit.

It's been twenty minutes since I got to work and Yasmin still hasn't walked through the door. My heart was racing with nerves. What the fuck would I say?

Hey, I'm totally sorry for kissing you even though I liked it because I'm totally married. So yeah.

The fuck? No, I'm scared shitless of how she'll react. Will she ignore me? Slap the shit out of me? Pretend like it never happened? Or worse—

Talk about it.

I shiver at the awkwardness of such a thing. Has no one seriously built a time machine yet? For fuck's sake.

The doors bust open and I fear that it's Yasmin coming in to beat the shit out of me for fucking up but it's just Peter.

Fucking Pete.

"Wassup my man! How ya been?" I roll my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Pete."

"So formal, damn. But I just wanted to talk about my night man! I—"

"Peter, Logan. Morning." Yasmin walks in with her coffee and sits behind her desk silently.

"Hello, beautiful." Pete grins and lights up like it's Christmas. Yasmin looks up at him and says nothing. But by her pointed look, it seemed like a silent warning for him.

His grin fell and a small smile remained as he got the message. "Right, see you two around. Talk to you later Lo-Lo." He holds up a peace sign before shutting the door behind him.

Shaking my head at him, I sigh before looking up at Yasmin. She's busy reading something on her laptop.

Not even looking in my direction.

Take notes, creepo.

I clear my throat awkwardly. The noise hangs in the air and I grimace at the uncomfortability. Fuck it, I have to say something.

"Uh, Yasmin?" She doesn't look at me but hums a response.

"Hm?"

"Can we talk about yesterday?"

"What about yesterday?" Her tone was calm, like we were talking about the fucking weather.

"You know what. The kiss..."

"What about it." She finally turns to me and her face lacked any detectable emotion.

"Are you serious? We h—"

"Logan, you're married. Happily, correct?" She stands up and walks over to my desk, only three feet away from me.

I didn't mean to hesitate, but shit, I did. And she noticed, though didn't comment on it. "Y-yes. Of course, but what does th—"

"Then we have nothing to talk about. It won't happen again, I apologize on my part. I have a meeting to attend, see you around." She smiles before walking towards the door.

"Wait a minute, Yasmin. At least answer me this. Did you honestly feel nothing during the kiss?" I stand up and cross the room to her.

She looks up at me with her brows furrowed. "Why would you care, Logan?" Her voice barely above a whisper.

My eyes dropped down to her soft, full lips. "I just do." Instinctively, I moved closer to her and she took a few steps back until her back was against the wall. She sucked in a breath when my arms caged her on either side and I closed the space between us.

"Tell me you don't want me to kiss you." I tilted my head and dropped it to her neck, inhaling her sweet coconut scent. "God, you smell so good."

"You shouldn't be doing this, we shouldn't—"

"Tell me no. Tell me to stop." I cradle her cheek in my hand and tilted her head to mine. She closed her eyes but said nothing.

"Logan—"

I wrapped my arm around the back of her legs so that they were around my waist. She gasped into my ear as her dress rode up her thighs and there was no space left between us. "Tell me you don't want this as much as I do, Yasmin."

"I... I can't." That was all I needed.

My lips met hers hungrily, a moan leaving both of our mouths. The gnawing pleasure I felt was hard to ignore, I carried her away from the wall and laid her down on the couch. I leaned away and pushed her dress up farther until it was off her body. I almost came in my pants at the sight of her. She had a black lingerie set on that accentuated everything. "Fuuuuck." I blink rapidly to get my mind together. She reaches up and pushes me until I'm lying on my back.

Climbing on top of me, she slowly unbuttons my dress shirt as I grew impatient. "Yasmin..." She just bites her lip and slides the shirt off my shoulders, her fingers running everywhere they could. I was damn near hyperventilating when she unbuckled my pants and pushed them down slightly. Then she climbs off of me and stands. I sit up, worried she was stopping but I realized she was undressing.

Her eyes never left mine as she slid her thong off and unlatched her bra. She pulls a condom out of her purse and rips the trojan pack with her teeth. My tongue darted out to lick my lips, "Damn." She straddles me again and grips my painfully hard erection and rolls the condom on before lowering herself onto me. My head falls back with a deep groan falling from my lips.

"Logan, fuck—" She moans my name breathlessly, moving up and down my length with a steady pace. Hearing her curse only seemed to turn me on more. My hands gripped her hips, I pushed deeper into her. Using one hand, I rolled her hardened nipple with my thumb and palmed her ample breasts. Crying out, she sped up, her eyes squeezing shut and her mouth agape.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Yasmin." She took my other hand off her hip and pushed it higher so that both hands were on her breasts. Her eyebrows pinched together as her moans came out quicker and louder.

I raised one hand to lightly wrap around her throat, not squeezing but rubbing in circles. Which seemed to drive her crazy. Her body lifted and fell onto mine faster and harder, my jaw clenched, eyes rolled into the back of my head as she orgasmed and I came at the same time. "Shit, Yasmin."

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her hard, my tongue pushing between her lips. She let out a tired moan into my lips, gripping my hair lightly.

"You're just so fucking good." I pull back and meet her half-lidded blue eyes. "So fucking good."