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wide variety of cases to deal with. He knew a few lawyers who specialized in certain areas of law, but Logan wasn’t at that point in his career to necessitate a specialty. Living in Windsor and being a general practice lawyer afforded him the flexibility to have clients for any purpose instead of limiting himself to one set of clientele.

His father, Jack, wanted Logan to move to Manhattan and join his law firm that served Manhattan’s finest in all aspects related to real estate. His father was expected to retire any day, any year now and Jack’s hope was to have Logan move to the city and work with him side-by-side. Thus, allowing Jack’s clients the opportunity to get to know Logan and trust him. Eventually Logan would be in charge and Jack could be officially retired. That was Jack’s plan.

Logan wasn’t sure what he wanted to do.

He had grown up in Windsor and had spent a great deal of time going back and forth to NYC. He enjoyed the city, he really did. But he was slowly establishing a small clientele in town and he liked the fact that he didn’t have any one area of expertise that would limit his clientele—one of many things that Jack could never imagine. Amongst them was why Logan was pussyfooting around about having an opportunity, such as it was, handed to him on a silver platter. Logan knew it sounded rather foolish, but in all honesty, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with himself. What his father offered was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that wouldn’t be there forever. It was an opportunity that would set Logan up for life.

The problem was it was all too good to be true. Call him crazy, but he felt like he should earn his clientele—not have it be given to him by association. Although he would be a fool not to at least consider it.

He was scheduled to fly to Manhattan rather soon to visit his dad and the firm. He was anxious and apprehensive. He wasn’t opposed to the visit as he’d been there numerous times in the past. He was actually looking forward to the trip and meeting some of his father’s more prestigious clients.

“Oh my gosh, I love it. It looks beautiful on you.” At the gasp of delight, Logan raised his head toward the sound, looked away and glanced back. There was Gabbie, standing in front of the three-way mirror dressed in red thigh-high stockings, some frilly looking garter belt with the biggest bow on the back he’d ever seen and of course, matching panties and bra. From what he could see, her bra had her tits shoved up so far, they looked like they might escape the bra at any moment.

Fuck.

He could do dirty things with those tits.

Fuck.

He really wanted to.

Gabriella threw her head back and laughed. “It doesn’t matter how I look, it matters how you think you will feel in it.”

Logan’s eyes grew wider. His brain became foggy. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t look away, that was for damn sure. Why was Gabbie wearing the outfit? He didn’t care. All he could think about was how she looked in the red get-up. Breathtakingly beautiful…fuckable. He adjusted himself in his pants. Fuck. She made a full circle as the customer admired the lingerie and Logan admired Gabriella. Her breasts were heavy and the rest of her was…curvy. Smooth-looking. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders.

And that ass.

He was an ass man. Yep. Hadn’t known it before, but now… She was full, plump, and it was delicious enough to sink his teeth in to. He liked what he saw. He envisioned himself on his knees, cupping her butt in his hands, ready to brand his mouth on each sweet cheek. She met his eyes in the mirror and he couldn’t tear his gaze away. He should have but he couldn’t. What would it be like to be with her? To run his lips all over that lacy material? To bite her in places he hadn’t ever dreamt about until now?

She tilted her head to the side as if she were willing him to tell her what he was thinking. She stood there a moment longer, allowing him the privilege to commit her body to memory. Her client whispered something to Gabriella, and she looked through the mirror at him once again, gave him a nervous smile and disappeared back into the changing room.

What the hell was he supposed to do with