Page 92 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

guide to love rule #73

Private planes are a good signifier of wealth. They’re also great when you want to fool around with your husband at 40,000 feet.

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“Good morning, Love.”

I slowly start to wake up as I feel Logan’s lips on my shoulder. His soft kisses are the best alarm clock as I realize there’s light coming through the curtains of the hotel room.

“What time is it?” I ask groggily.

“Eight-thirty,” he says, his kisses now traveling down my bare arm. “I hate to wake you, but if we want to eat breakfast before we fly out, we should get up.”

Did he just say eight-thirty? I don’t remember the last time I slept until eight-thirty. And what time did we go to bed? I remember looking at the clock around midnight when Logan and I yawned simultaneously. We were both exhausted from the night, though not in the way that most people would be if they had a penthouse suite to themselves and actually never got dressed from their showers.

Last night was…I don’t know if I have words. After we exited the shower, Logan called Kat to let her know we’d be skipping the function. He told her to make up an excuse that one of us was sick. She yelled that this was supposed to be our first public appearance and to go. He told her he’d send two million to the charity for an apology, and that he was going to spend the nightin the hotel with his wife and nothing she could say could change his mind.

I might have felt a rush of warmth when I heard him say that.

The rest of the day and night were relaxing and perfect. After the shower, we wrapped ourselves in the fluffiest robes I’ve ever felt and ordered room service. We talked, we laughed, and we were vulnerable. He talked more about his childhood and the loneliness he first felt when he came to Stanford, and I talked about my family and how I started in interior design.

We kissed. We cuddled. Our hands got a little handsy. At some point, the robes came off. But that was it. Yet, I don’t think either of us really wanted more. I mean, I did. But I also didn’t. Yesterday was so perfect just the way it was, I didn’t want to add more. Plus, I meant it when I said I wanted to take it slow. And Logan understood that perfectly as we talked and kissed until we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

“I’m starving,” I say, which is probably because my body thinks I should’ve eaten hours ago.

Logan’s smile is infectious as he looks down at me, his hand gently brushing the hair off my face. “I already ordered room service. Should be here within thirty minutes.”

I take his hand as it gently slides down my face, pressing a kiss into his palm. "You know you're too good to me."

He shakes his head. "Oh, Love, we're just getting started."

With one more kiss Logan pops out of bed, letting me take in his exquisite body that is now donning a tight pair of boxer briefs. I didn't get to do this the last time we shared a hotel. Then again, I was more concerned about getting the hell out of Dodge than thinking about watching Logan get dressed in the morning.

How did I not know this was hot? Also, why is it hot? I can’t put my finger on it, but I’m transfixed as I watch Logan slide his arms through his white dress shirt, leaving it open as he looks for his pants.

"Are you staring again?"

I smile as he calls back our conversation from the other night. "I thought you liked it when your wife stared at you?"

Logan turns around, giving me an amazing view of his perfectly sculpted chest. His eyes are on fire as he stalks back toward the bed. “When do we need to pick up Jayce?”

My breathing is heavy as Logan takes off the shirt he just put on and tosses it to the side. "He's with Josh until after school on Monday.”

I expect Logan to descend on me, and I'm ready. Excited even. So consider me confused when he walks away to grab his cell phone.

I mean, talk about a buzzkill. Just when you think you're going to fool around with your husband, he stops to what? Phone a friend?

"Who are you calling?"

Logan signals for me to be quiet before the call connects. “Hello, this is Logan Matthews. I had a flight scheduled to take off at eleven-thirty this morning?"

He looks back at me, sending me a wink that hits just right. "Yes, I was wondering if we could push that back until later this afternoon? Something has come up that I need to attend to."

He nods and says a few other things, never taking his eyes off me, before he hangs up and tosses the phone aside.

"You're really getting used to this private plane life."

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