Sam wondered if he had something specific that he wanted to talk about or if he were just interested in digging deeper into her psyche. He did that. Logan liked to know everything she was thinking. If he had a concern, he confronted her about it.

Logan didn’t like her hiding from him and he made a point to remind her that she couldn’t keep herself from him. So, for the last couple of years, she’d grown accustomed to opening up to him. Especially when he questioned her openly.

Sam watched him disappear from the bathroom. She did need to finish getting ready or there wouldn’t be anyone left at the club for them to go see anyway.

Heading to her closet to get dressed, she thought back to the last part of their conversation last week.

“I need you to do something for me, Sam,” Logan said. “You need to think long and hard about what you want. If you want to pursue this BDSM stuff, I’m game. If you’d prefer to find a third for the future, I’m open to that too. I just need to know which you want more.

“Unfortunately, I think you’re going to have to make a choice here. I don’t see you getting both. And definitely not with Xander.”

Sam had agreed with him wholeheartedly. It was part of the reason she hadn’t pushed further at the time. She did need to give their situation some thought. And she’d done that. She’d actually done little else besides think about it.

Thoughts about what she’d seen that first night, thoughts about what she wanted, what she didn’t want, what she might want. It was all very confusing.

Rather than worry about Xander, or whether there might be a possibility for a threesome with him in her future – because she knew without a doubt that the man was in love with Mercedes – she had turned her focus to Logan. Her husband.

It all boiled down to the fact that whatever they decided to do would need to make them both happy.

If BDSM were something they could give a trial run, then maybe they should. But if Logan was doing this to placate her, or because someone else believed it might be what she wanted, they would need to sort that out ahead of time.

Sam wanted what Logan wanted. Pure and simple.

That was when the most important questions had come to her: Was she putting her desires before Logan’s? Was Logan doing the same with her? Had they somehow lost sight of what would make them both happy?

Since the very first time when Logan had introduced her to a threesome, she’d found out things about herself that she didn’t even know existed. And she craved those interactions as much as Logan did. Only they’d both shut down somewhere along the way because things hadn’t worked out the way she had expected.

That didn’t mean Sam wasn’t happy. She was. More so than she ever had been in her life. And with each passing day, Logan continued to teach her more and more about herself. Like just how much love she could have for one single human being.

There was no denying the fact that she enjoyed the exhilarating feeling of two men focused on her, the way Logan controlled her pleasure, even if he were just directing her.

She knew Logan enjoyed those times, as well.

But she also knew Logan didn’t develop emotional ties the way that she did. At least not with the two men who had previously participated in their sexual exploits. For him, it was about pleasure and she respected that. Just as he respected the fact that the casual interactions weren’t her thing.

They had quickly learned that the whole threesome thing was a double-edged sword. Despite how much they enjoyed it, Sam feared she was going to get hurt.

That was why they had opted to forgo threesomes shortly after Tag had ended their sexcapades. Although, she couldn’t lie and say that she hadn’t thought about them because she had. A lot. For the last year and a half, she had held out hope that they might get back to that place one day.

She’d actually believed for a short period that they might’ve reached that point when they were introduced to Xander Boone, an extremely handsome, single man whom Sam had found herself attracted to.

At that point, the thoughts of threesomes had returned with a vengeance.

It didn’t help that there were many times when she and Logan were alone that he would tell her exactly what he wanted another man to do to her. His deep, rich baritone, mixed with his graphic narration always set her aflame. No matter the time or place.

Of course, when she found out that Logan had considered propositioning Xander, she’d found the idea intriguing, even if she’d been momentarily terrified. She wasn’t scared of Xander, but the thought of what she would ultimately want from another untraditional relationship weighed heavily on her mind. After all, they had believed that Xander was an unattached man, and that meant he could move on at any time, especially if love came knocking on his door.

After watching Xander and Mercedes, despite what the two of them had said about their relationship – or more accurately, their friendship – Sam wasn’t at all convinced that things between them were strictly platonic.

But that wasn’t even the point. It was no longer about Xander. She wasn’t interested, and she knew he wasn’t either.

The point was that Sam felt as though she was getting in over her head. Perhaps she was.

It wasn’t a secret that their previous threesomes hadn’t worked, so she had no clue why she would think it could happen now. Especially because Sam knew deep down that she wanted more from a polyamorous relationship than just sex. Not that she had mentioned that to Logan. Yet.

But then he’d come up with the proposal of BDSM.

She didn’t mind experimenting, but was that something they would use to replace the threesomes? Could it be enough to sate those specific urges that the two of them had?

Doubtful.

Double-checking that her mascara hadn’t clumped, Sam attempted to rein in her thoughts. Now that she was dressed and ready, she was more than a little excited. Logan had something planned for tonight; she could feel it.

“Are you almost ready?” Logan called from the bedroom, successfully distracting her.

Sam took a step back, staring at the woman in the mirror, her smile not forced. Yep, she was ready. A little too ready. “One minute,” she replied, grabbing her brush and running it through her hair one last time. Once she was finished, she stepped into the bedroom to find Logan sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Come here.” He beckoned her toward him by crooking his finger and she complied.

With him sitting on the bed and her standing, Sam came to a stop directly in front of him.

“Did you need something?” she asked coyly.

“I want to see what you’re wearing,” he explained, his hands sliding down over her hips. His hazel eyes had caught fire, the passion and heat she was so familiar with seemed to glow from within.

“Just a dress.” One of her favorites, but he already knew that. The short sequined sheath actually accentuated her curvy body better than any other dress she owned. If she could get away with it, she would wear it all the time.

“Hmmm, but I’m more interested in what’s beneath the dress,” Logan said with a mischievous grin.

Beneath? Sam returned the grin, enjoying the feel of Logan’s warm hands as they slid under the hem of her dress.

While her toes dug into the plush carpet beneath her bare feet, Sam moaned as Logan’s slightly rough fingers roamed over the skin of her upper thighs, higher.

“Logan.” His name came out on a breathy moan as she waited ever so impatiently for him to continue.

“I think you should go without these tonight,” Logan said as he hooked his fingers beneath the thin string of her thong along her hip.

Sam squeezed her thighs together, halting his progress. Go without panties? Tonight? “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she pleaded.

“I do.” His response left no room for argument and her body temperature rose even higher.

She loved the demanding side of Logan, the side that told her how much control he had over her. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t argue her point a little. It’s what she did. “What if I refuse?” she whispered.

“Then I’ll rip them right off of you,” he advised, his voice low and even, not at all threatening. It was a promise. A small smile tipped the corners of his mouth.

As much as she liked the idea, over the course of their marriage, Logan had ruined more than one pair of her panties, and she really was getting tired of replacing them.

“I’ll take them off,” she informed him as she tried to take a step back. His hands tightened on her hips, stilling her.

“I think I’d rather do the honors.”

Oh, hell. They might not make it out of the house if he kept this up.

Giving in, Sam stood still while Logan took his time lowering her panties until they slipped over her calves and landed on her feet. Stepping out of them, she grabbed them with her toes and lifted her foot, laughing with him while he took them from her. His other hand continued to roam beneath the dress, his fingers tormenting her mound as he brushed gently over her bare skin.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, a grin splitting his face because clearly he knew exactly what he did to her.

“I am,” she assured him. More than ready.

Logan rose to his feet but when she turned to head for the door, he stopped her by placing his hand on her arm.

“You won’t need this tonight either,” he said, his other hand sliding down her back, stopping on the strap of her bra.

Oh, hell.

Sam sucked in a deep breath and nodded. Arguing with him was a losing battle. Logan always got what he wanted. He had a way of making her melt into a puddle, which meant she would eventually cave. She’d learned not to pretend otherwise because it was a waste of time.

Logan slid the narrow straps of her dress down her arms, the silk effortlessly dropping past her breasts. He then easily unclasped her strapless bra and tossed it onto the bed. When his arms came around her, Sam leaned back into his embrace, relishing the feel of his warm hands on her naked breasts.

He was teasing her. On purpose.

Thankfully, he didn’t linger long. If he had, Sam wasn’t so sure they’d have made it out of the house. In fact, Logan went from relaxed to determined in the blink of an eye. So much so, Sam was surprised he even allowed her to put on her shoes, giving her barely enough time to strap them on before he was ushering her out of the house and into the Corvette.

She slid into the sleek car after he opened her door and let her head drop back on the headrest.

This was going to be one of those nights; she could feel it already.

Chapter Four

“Elijah Penn, I’d like you to meet my wife, Samantha.”

Elijah noticed the way Sam’s eyes widened as her gaze strayed to his face. That was without doubt surprise glowing mysteriously in her eyes. Reaching out, Elijah took Sam’s hand, lifting it to his mouth as he kept his gaze locked with hers. He was supposed to say something; he knew that. He just couldn’t find the words.

“I invited him here tonight,” Logan explained. “The same as last night.”

Samantha retrieved her hand from his grasp and Elijah continued to watch her.

“Very nice to meet you, Samantha,” Elijah managed when he found his voice. “Would you mind if I buy you a drink?”

After turning to look at Logan briefly, Samantha leveled her stare on him once more. “I’d like that,” she said sweetly, linking her fingers with Logan’s tightly.

Elijah’s cock wasn’t the only part of his anatomy that had stood at attention as soon as he had laid eyes on Samantha McCoy in the shadows of the dimly lit club. His entire body was rock hard.

Thankfully, he had his jacket in place to hide the physical evidence of his arousal. But the jacket was doing little to keep his interest on the down low.

Elijah followed the couple to an empty table.

The three of them had managed to find an empty table in a relatively quiet spot where the music wasn’t blaring obnoxiously overhead. It also gave them a little privacy. Not that they needed it.

He waited for Samantha to take her seat before he lowered himself into the chair beside her. Yeah, he was pretty sure that shielding himself wasn’t doing much good because he could tell that the incredibly beautiful woman now seated beside him knew just how much she affected him. Both last night and tonight.