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Just when he thought he had his wife figured out, she up and did something like this. Sure, she said it was for Abel, but he knew better. Billie was a kid at heart, and the holidays meant a lot to her.
    He got it. He came from a large family and Thanksgiving and Christmas were full of some of the best memories that he had. Logan glanced back at the house, his blood heated. He was looking forward to making a lot more.
    He slipped out of his truck and slammed the door shut behind him, wondering what his wife had in store for him tonight. Shane had swung by the shop a few hours ago— Logan had been in the middle of explaining to Abel what made the Harley he was rebuilding so damn special. But his son didn’t care about anything except the shiny metal that he wasn’t supposed to touch. And he sure as hell wasn’t supposed to jam it into his mouth.
    When Shane told him that he’d been instructed to take Abel home with him, Logan had been surprised, but it was the good kind of surprised. It had been ages since he’d had his woman all to himself, and he was looking forward to spending some quality time with Billie. And that would be, naked quality time.
    He hopped up the front steps, jacket half off and tugging on his Henley when the door opened and he stopped cold.
    “You’re late,” Billie said, her voice tense, which kind of killed his mood.
    “I…uh….” He swallowed, eyes moving over her. “You’re dressed.”
    Billie tugged him inside. “Of course I’m dressed, and you need to get your butt into the shower.”
    Wait. What?
    “Are you coming with me?”
    “Coming with you where?”
    “Into the shower?” he said hopefully, reaching for her, but Billie—always light on her toes even when said toes were encased in four inch heels—sidestepped him.
    “Logan, your clothes are on the bed, and I need you back down here in ten minutes.”
    Billie’s long hair waved around her shoulders, and damn, the red dress she wore showed off assets that he was dying to see. Dying to touch. To kiss and to taste. But he recognized the look in her eyes. The woman meant business.
    “Give me a kiss and I’ll have the fastest shower on record,” he challenged.
    Logan was rewarded with a ghost of a smile. “If I let you kiss me, we’ll never make it out of the house.”
    “And that’s a bad thing because…”
    “Because I went to a lot of trouble to plan a special night we’ll remember for a long time and if you don’t get your butt into the shower, I’ll be pissed. Trust me, Logan. You don’t want pissed off Billie, you want—“
    He grabbed her mid-tirade and planted a hot, open kiss on her mouth. He kissed her thoroughly, his hands sinking into her hair so that she couldn’t move. He tasted every inch of her mouth, his tongue thrusting into her, mimicking his hips as they moved against her. When she made that little noise—the one that told Logan she was right there with him—he pulled away and grinned.
    Billie’s lips were swollen, her gloss smudged, and the heat in her cheeks had parts of him standing at attention. Painfully so.
    She blew away an errant strand of hair and his hand lingered along her cheek, before running his fingers over her delectable mouth. “That’s the Billie that I want.”
    “Not fair, Logan.”
    He took a step back, hands up in surrender. “I’ll hit the shower, babe. I’ll do whatever you want me to do, but you have to promise me one thing.”
    “What’s that?” she asked breathlessly.
    “You gotta promise me that before midnight, I’ll see you naked. Don’t get me wrong. I love the red dress and all, but I’m much more interested in what’s underneath.”
    A slow smile spread over her face. “Well that’s the plan,” she replied cheekily. “But it’s not going to happen unless you get in the shower.”
    “I’m on it.” Logan ran up the stairs, swore when he nearly tripped over his cat, Weird, and in fact took the fastest shower ever. He was back downstairs in