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to exert his will on a woman.
    “I think you have control issues.”
    “I will any second if you keep that up.”
    “Logan, do you really want to waste precious time arguing about this?”
    When she put it that way, so logically, he had no sensible response. It was a silly argument, after all. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “No, I don’t. You win.”
    She stopped stroking him. “That’s better.”
    “On one condition.”
    “Which is?”
    “That you don’t mention my knee again while we’re sharing this bed.”
    “Why not? You need to be careful of your knee. Alex told me all about the injury, and if you aren’t careful, you might—”
    “Let me worry about that, okay? It’s bad enough that I’m out of baseball because of my knee, without having my sex life impacted, too.”
    She nodded. “I see your point.”
    He stretched out flat on the bed. “Then I’m all yours.”

5
    I F ONLY HE COULD BE all hers. Caro banished that thought the minute it popped into her head. No need to be greedy about this. She had far more now than she’d had a few hours ago.
    And what she had, for the time being, was one spectacular man stretched out in her bed. He was all muscle and magic to her, this man who could catch a ninety-eight-mile-an-hour fastball. Once she got a minute to herself, she’d use the computer in Josie’s office to look up his stats and see if any clips were available.
    But that was for later. For now, she took the package he so graciously handed her, ripped it open and rolled the condom lovingly onto his very large, very erect penis. He trembled as she did that, and his massive chest heaved.
    She’d thought about exploring him a little more before putting on the condom, but she didn’t think he’d last through what she had in mind. Her very presence seemed to get him hot, and that surprised her. The guys she’d known had required more obvious turn-ons, like a generous display of cleavage or a skirt slit to midthigh.
    She’d been told more than once that she was too wholesome to be sexy. Logan’s comment about her unconscious sexuality would stay with her for a long, long time. He was good for her, and she wanted to be good for him, too. ThankGod he’d agreed to a position that wouldn’t put pressure on his knee.
    She’d keep her promise not to mention that again, because she, of all people, understood when someone didn’t like being reminded of an infirmity. Grandma Bonnie hated admitting she wasn’t as capable as she’d once been. Logan’s bad knee seemed like a minor problem in the grand scheme of things, but Caro wasn’t the pro ballplayer who had lost his career because of that knee.
    “You’re driving me bat-shit crazy, taking so long with that condom.” He propped himself on his elbows to glare at her. “I hope you know that.” “So you do have control issues.”
    “Yeah.” He flopped back to the mattress. “I feel like I’m going to come any second, and in my world, the woman gets to come first. I’m not sure that’s going to happen.”
    “Is there anything I can do to make your world a better place?”
    He turned his head to gaze at her and his dark eyes smoldered. “As a matter of fact, there is.” He caught her hand and tugged on it. “Straddle me.”
    “I thought that was the idea.”
    “Not like that.” He patted his breastbone. “Up here.”
    “Oh.” Her heart raced. “Chicken?”
    “I’ve never…”
    “Never?”
    “Well, of course I’ve…I mean, naturally, I’ve tried…but not like that.”
    His smile was wicked. “You’d be in control.”
    She doubted it. She suspected that once he began, she’d lose control very quickly.
    He tugged on her hand again. “Are we going to waste time arguing about sexual positions?”
    “I—”
    “We’re having a secret rendezvous, one that nobody ever has to know about.” His voice grew husky. “You can do whatever you want, Caro. Anything at all.”
    “Then I want to turn out the