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boudoir. She didn’t know why she’d expected a love nest here. There was a large rolltop desk along the closest wall on her left, and the light from two mullioned windows set next to each other perpendicular to the desk filled the room with a surprising amount of brightness.
    Centered opposite of the desk on the far wall was a dark green, very comfy-looking sofa. It looked a bit out of place in the otherwise old-fashioned room, but she gravitated in that direction to sit down and find out if sex would be comfortable on its solid surface.
    In the corner between the desk and the curtain-free windows was a small college-dorm-size refrigerator. Definitely not of the nineteenth century.
    “What is this place?” Jocelyn asked as she made her way to the sofa.
    “It’s the official office for the stable master. That’s me.”
    She sat down on one cushioned end, and pointed to the fridge. “Did the official stable master visit the future and come back with that newfangled invention in the corner?”
    He shut the door quietly but firmly. “The stable master likes a few creature comforts day to day. And this is a no-public-access area anyway.” He shrugged, but didn’t approach her.
    “I see. What are you here to show me?”
    “What are you here to see?” Pressing one shoulder against the doorframe, he didn’t make any move to join her.
    She curled one forefinger in his direction, and then patted the sofa cushion next to her. He didn’t move, but remained leaning against the door. He only smiled and watched her carefully. She tried another tack. “Since we can’t seem to finish a kiss without someone interrupting us, I thought perhaps we could try once more. Third time’s the charm, right?”
    “That’s what I hear.” He put his considerably sexy focus in her direction, lifted his shoulder off of the doorframe, and moved forward. He walked slowly across the room and seated himself on the sofa next to her so that together they were seated in the center.
    She expected him to make the first move. Launch on to her, or grab her and just start kissing her silly. In her current fantasy he wouldn’t stop until he’d persuaded her to have sex or just pulled her legs apart to go for it.
    Jocelyn was prepared to let him have her instantly. This was her one day for allowed fantasies, after all. But he cleared his throat and sat quietly. Forearms resting on his knees, body pitched forward slightly as if he may need to leap up from the sofa at any second, Logan laced his fingers loosely together, but didn’t move to kiss her.
    What is he waiting for?
    Jocelyn wondered if he was being gentlemanly, waiting for her to initiate things. She slipped her arm around his shoulders, reached her hand up to the back of his neck, and curled a lock of his hair between her fingers. His eyes closed slowly as she tugged and coiled her fingers around more soft strands.
    She leaned closer, seeking his lips for another, hopefully uninterrupted, kiss. Her lips pressed to his jaw. His whiskers tickled her mouth. He didn’t so much as move an eyelash.
    Time to let him know what she was here for. She raked her nails through the hair on the back of his head, and brought her free hand to his chest. She trailed a more aggressive kiss from his jaw to the corner of his mouth, and lifted off of the sofa to then climb on top of his lap, drop her knees down next to his legs, and straddle his hips.
    Finally, his eyes popped open in surprise. Before he could say anything or do anything, Jocelyn cupped her hands along either side of his face and plastered her lips over his mouth. She licked her way inside to the warmth and familiar taste of him. He didn’t stop her, but didn’t engage her as she expected. This was definitely a nice kiss, but the earlier ones had practically scorched her socks off.
    She thought he’d flip her onto her back and press his cock into her belly like before. Trying to get a more forceful reaction out of him, Jocelyn reached