Logan Bennett chuckled lightly, "When have I ever been a beast? I've always been gentle, and it's you who always asks me to be harder, right?"
Summer Gardner glared at him fiercely, "When have I ever asked you to be harder?"
"Last time, you kept urging me. Ah, Byron, darling, faster... Wasn't that you?"
Throwing a cushion at him, Summer blushed and gritted her teeth in anger, "That's because we were in the barracks. I was afraid someone would find out."
Logan chuckled and got up, "Go on, take a good bath. I'll go make some food for you. Be sure to clean yourself well, we're at home today, and Ivana isn't here, so don't worry about anyone finding out."
Throwing a pillow at his back, Summer finally got up and headed for the stairs.
Logan picked up the cushion from the floor and put it back on the couch, "Wifey, what do you fancy eating?"
"Anything."
