Tamara rolled over and saw him laying in his bed, staring at her. "Hello," she said softly, unsure of what to say. She knew it hurt him when she didn't say the words back.

"Hello to you, too," he replied, sending her an easy smile. There was no hint of anger or hurt in his tone or his green eyes, just warmth, and as annoying as it was, love. "How'd you sleep?"

"Okay, once I fell asleep." The night had been rough. She kept throwing back the sheets, wanting to go to him, but she didn't. The last thing she had wanted was for him to think that they were getting back together so she held herself back. Many things factored into why they should never get back together. Both their lives would be disrupted, and what's to say he wouldn't disappear again? Or that she was even capable letting go of her past? "What about you?"

He threw the sheets back and sat up. "Good. Have any plans for today?" he asked, slipping on his shirt quickly.

She licked her lips as her gaze strayed lower to the tent in his shorts, her mind straying where it shouldn't be going and by God, she wanted him. "Nope, nothing."

Logan sent her a steamy smile that reached his eyes, letting her know he knew exactly what was on her mind. "I'd love to keep you in this room all day personally, but we really should try to enjoy the ship."

With her body moving of its own accord, she wandered over to him, running her fingers through his hair. It was like she was powerless to prevent it. "Are you sure you wanna waste a perfectly good woody?"

Cupping her cheeks with the palms of his hands, he pulled her in for a hard kiss before releasing her. He stood up and tapped her on the butt, winking at her as he walked by to use the shower. "Don't worry. He'll be up for playing later. Right now, I need a shower." He handed her the newsletter. "Why don't you see what events are on board today while you wait? I won't be long."

Her mind and her body fought with her. She wanted him and yet knew it was a bad idea. She couldn't  give him what he appeared to want, but would she ever get him out of her system. Maybe they should hide away, There wasn't much she wanted to do on board.

But doing as she was told, she opened the newsletter and read the list of the daily activities:

09:00 - Zumba in the plaza

09:30 - Sudoku in the Emerald Lounge

11:00 – Trivia in Blue Herring Bar

13:00 – The Chateau Jewelry Auction in Club Sapphire

13:30 – Basketball challenge on the upper deck

14:00 – Water Volleyball on the upper deck

18:30 & 8:30 – Daryl the Magnificent Magic act in the theatre

20:00 – Karaoke in Club Karaoke

22:00 – Dance off in Club Karaoke

There was also the opportunity to get a tour of the ship and see the Bridge. That sounded cooler than all the other activities. She'd love to learn all about the ship and its security, see how that was run on a ship of this size. They didn't seem to be too noticeable, except for when they were boarding. She supposed the plan was to remain inconspicuous.

As she put the newsletter down, her stomach growled. Their first order of business should be to get some food, stock up on some energy for later. She had a feeling they wouldn't make it back to their room for sex though. There were many nooks and crannies of a ship this size that they should be able to sneak into.

She should probably jump in the shower to after Logan was done. Maybe if she flaunted herself in front of him, he'd forget all about the ship and want to do more intimate exploring. She was more than fine with hanging out in the room.

Her eyes widened and a smile broke across her face. That just gave her the wickedest idea ever, however bad the idea was. There was no way that he'd refuse her. Slipping off all her clothes, she lay back on his bed. And after he turned the shower off, she slid her hand between her legs. She moaned as her fingers slipped between her wet folds and dipped inside her body.

Tamara planned on being close to an orgasm when he finally made his appearance. She was going to get laid this morning if it was the last thing she did. Seeing his hard-on made her give up on leaving him alone. With her hand, she rubbed her clit. Knowing that he was going to come out, at any second, and see her playing with herself, turned her on like mad.

All her energy gathered in her core, growing hotter with each passing second as a raging inferno built inside her. She envisioned it was his hand, his fingers running over her body and just as the bathroom door opened, she was so close that she didn't care about stopping.

Logan rounded the corner and stopped in his tracks, his mouth falling open. He had never seen such an erotic sight. He watched her fingers, almost hypnotized by her movements. His cock rose ever so readily. The shower had calmed his body down, but she looked like an erotic angel and it carried him to the top of the tallest mountain again. Placing his shorts and underwear on the chair, and still wearing his shirt, he stood at the foot of the bed.

"Damn girl, you're lookin' fine!"

Her dark eyes were like smoke from a blazing fire, and the irresistible smile that played across her cheeks dared him to try and walk away. But he was already being drawn in her direction, unable to resist temptation. And when her body tensed, and she cried out his name as she hit that sweet orgasmic bliss, he was already moving over her, ready to take his place.

Logan slipped inside her easily, loving the feel of her wrapping around him like a glove as the last spasms of her orgasm washed over her. She moved in unison with him, wrapping her legs around his waist and tilting her hips. He hadn't planned on doing this yet, but it felt better than anything else they had planned.

"Harder, Logan," she begged, bucking her hips into him.

"If I do it any harder, I won't be able to last."

"Who says I want you to last?" she asked, her gray eyes twinkling with pleasure. Her words flowed off her lips like sweet velvet cake and he crushed her lips with his, seeing if they taste as good as her words sounded. His breathing quickened as he picked up his pace. Pleasure rippled through his body like a tidal wave.

As another orgasm spread throughout her body, she clamped down on him, and he rocked against her as he spilled his seed into her; his body pulsating to a deep intoxicating beat that rode his heart rate higher and higher.

His vision blurred and he squeezed his eyes closed as he buried his face into her neck. "God, Mara, you're incredible," he whispered.

"You aren't too bad yourself."

He prided himself at having a lot of control when it came to his body, but it all flew out the window with her. But then again, it had always been that way between them. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, and he almost always came a little too quickly for his liking. It was odd that even a decade later it was still the same. They were still the same, for the most part.

"Think maybe now we can get some breakfast," he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

She opened her eyes, looking all pleased with herself. "Yep."

He got the feeling that he'd just been played. "You're good, you know that."

"I know," she said, grinning. "Now, it's my turn for that shower. And then after we eat, I was figuring we could play a game of Basketball."

"You sure you want to take on the king?"

"I was the queen back in my day."

That was true. They played against each other often enough and were a pretty even match. He wasn't quite sure how much she kept up with the game, but he continued to play on a regular basis. That, and ice hockey.

"You're on," he replied, wandering over to the chair to grab his shorts and underwear.

There were two basketball courts on the boat, one at the aft and one at the bow. The one at the aft was close to the kids and youth center so it was bound to be full, so they might as well check out the other one.

"Let me eat first though," he said, rubbing his talking stomach.

"You and food."

"With all the exercise you've been having me do, I need my grub."

Finally after a few minutes, they managed to make it out of the room with no further dalliances on the bed. He had to try and keep his eyes off her rosy cheeks and pink full lips, otherwise the thought of taking her in his arms again hit him full force.

"When was the last time you played?" he asked, as they walked down the hall towards the elevator.

Her lips curled into a grin. "I honestly can't remember."

He studied her side profile. He wasn't sure if she was being completely honest or not, but either way, it was going to be fun. Proper basketball rules would not apply in their little game. He'd spice it up a little bit.

After grabbing a quick bite in the Dining Court, they were out on the basketball court. Thankfully the court was facing north and south as opposed to East and West, otherwise the bright sun would have been a challenging factor in their game.

"So you gonna to show me what you got, Dupon?" she askex as she stood between him and the hoop.

He bounced the ball a few times. He wasn't sure how well he was going to be able to concentrate. She was wearing a cute little sports bra and matching spandex shorts. She had the body of a cop; well-built, but was still feminine in all aspects that mattered.

They could only use half the court as a few people had already started using the other hoop. That was fine by him. It meant that it would be easier to get a basket from half-court, without having to dribble all the way to the hoop. As his first move, he threw the ball and it went cleanly into the hoop.

"Damn," she muttered.

He ran to the hoop and snatched the ball before throwing it to her. "What about you, my little Mara? Can you top that?"

Bouncing it a few times to gauge the feel of the ball, she glanced up at the hoop from the exact same spot he stood earlier. Within a few seconds, she threw the ball. It bounced off the back and into the hoop. "Boo Yah!" she yelled, pointing at him.

He wasn't sure if that was a lucky shot or if she was some type of basketball whiz. "Care to wager how many times we can sink the ball from this spot before one of us misses?" he suggested.

"You're on!"

"I haven't even told you what the wager will be yet."

"Secret wagers," she replied, tossing him the ball.

He wasn't sure if he liked the sound of that. He would like to know what he was agreeing to first. She'd probably have him drinking beer upside down or something strange, like streaking across the promenade. She made him do that once after he lost a poker game.

Alternating, they both took turns shooting the ball into the hoop. There were such things as pool sharks. Were there basketball sharks, too? He sunk his 10th ball and handed it to her, which she easily sunk herself as well. His 11th ball bounced off the rim and missed.

"Too bad, Logie," she grinned as she lined up to take her shot, and again it sailed through the hoop like it had been thrown by a pro.

"Awesome shot there, Tamara," yelled a voice from outside the court.

They both turned, and he saw this hulk style man leaning against the netting, his hair flowing past his shoulders. "You know him?" he asked.

"Met him last night," she said nonchalantly.

Logan didn't like the sound of that. "Wait what?"

Tamara shrugged. "I treated him to a drink because I broke his nose."

The man didn't even look like he drank. He had muscles coming out of muscles, and made Logan's pale in comparison, and he wasn't lacking in that department either. Frowning, he took Tamara in his arms and planted a hard kiss on her lips before glancing back at the guy who grinned like a fool.

"Easy, big guy. He's harmless." She patted him on the chest. "So, are you ready to hear your fate?"

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A/N

Thanks for continuing to follow their story. I appreciate your support.

What do you think Tamara is going to make Logan do for losing?