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Daily Love Horoscope for Pisces

Your usual intuitive nature is more analytical than normal today making this an ideal time to assess your romantic prospects. Consider all your options, take the ones that work for you and don’t be afraid to toss the ones that don’t.

“TAKE ME somewhere tropical.”

The words on the screen left Logan intrigued. Scorpio63 always preferred office fantasies, which was fine by him. When it came to Scorpio, he’d follow her anywhere she wanted to go. But the idea of a clear blue ocean, sparkling white sand and a warm salty breeze sounded darn good, too, just proving that Scorpio63 was an endless well of surprises.

“Mmm, I’m picturing you topless in a sapphire-blue thong,” he typed, and clicked Send.

“I’ve just come from the beach. My hair is wet. Droplets of water trickle down my back. As I step through the hotel suite, I toss away my bikini top. It was wet and the water cools on my skin as I cross the air-conditioned room. My breasts are tight and firm, dotted with goose bumps and the cold air hardens my nipples.

“It’s chilly in the room. I want to warm up, so I step onto the terrace and lean against the railing of the balcony, letting the warm breeze melt away the chill.”

This was good, he thought as a layer of warmth spread throughout his body.

“You didn’t see me enter the room,” he typed. “You thought I was still in town on business, but the meeting ended early. I’ve just come from a swim in the pool and I’m naked except for the towel draped around my waist.”

“I can sense you behind me, standing in the doorway to the balcony. A soft wind blows, I can smell the chlorine in your hair. It smells sharp, but fresh.”

“The sight of your ass makes me hard. It’s bare except for the band of blue fabric separating those silky cheeks. Water trickles down your back and trails into the crease. I want to be there, too.”

And, oh, did he ever. He closed his eyes and played the scene over in his mind, causing a wave of heat to spill through his veins and harden his loin. He raised his hands to the keyboard about to add more when Scorpio’s words rolled onto the screen.

“I’m leaning against the railing. The warm air feels good against my skin, but the feel of your hands gently covering my breasts feels better. Your lips begin to suckle the nape of my neck and I shiver from your touch.”

The image raised a tent in his sweats as he sank back into his leather den chair and let Scorpio take control.

“Your fingers pinch my nipples and the sensation snatches my breath. I hear your towel whoosh to the floor as it pools around our feet. While your hands continue to tease me, I feel your hard shaft against my back. It’s so big, so ready. I step my feet apart, so you can stroke your length between my thighs.”

Man, why hadn’t they left the office before?

As the pressure stiffened his cock, he joined in. “I release my hands from your breasts and smooth them down your waist until my thumbs tug against your thong. I latch on and pull the fabric down your legs. You kick it off your feet, and while I’m bent, I see your fleshy ass in my face and I can’t help but take a bite. I bring a finger to your sex and nearly come when I feel the slick heat, pulsing, ready for me.”

“I want you, Pisces. I want you to fill me from behind while I feel the breeze against my face. The air is getting hot and beads of sweat are glistening on my skin. My breath is heavy. I can feel the heat from your lungs as you clasp your mouth to my shoulder and nibble on my skin. I feel pain and pleasure all at the same time and it sears heat between my thighs.”

“Scorpio, you’re making me hard. My cock is so stiff and I ache to get inside you. I’m stroking it in the cleavage of your ass, but it’s not enough. I need that slick heat of your core.”

Logan grew harder, ready to put some action into this fantasy they’d started, but Scorpio took the reins.

“I grasp the railing. Your hands clasp my waist. You’re tall. You have to bend to place your cock between my thighs. My back is arched, my ass is pressing against your waist, waiting for you to take me.

“Are you ready, Pisces?”

He stared at the words on the screen, not quite believing what he was seeing. Scorpio had never been this bold before and he quickly began to wonder what she had in store for him.

He raised a hand to the keyboard and typed, “Yes.”

“You guide your cock to my entrance, and in one quick motion, you thrust inside, lifting my hips as you stand erect, pulling my feet from the ground.”

Damn. The blood rushed to his cock, bringing a searing ache between his legs. His mouth went arid, the room grew hot and his heart raced as he waited to see what she’d do next.

“My legs dangle at your sides and you wrap your hands around my thighs, using your fingers to tease between my folds. I’m at your mercy, Pisces. I wiggle against you, but in this position, I have nowhere to go. I’ve surrendered control and all I can do is watch the waves of the ocean and feel the pleasure you bring.”

Logan swallowed the lump in his throat. He’d never seen Scorpio so hot, so commanding, and her words sent sparks through his chest, speeding his pulse. Once again, he raised a hand to the keyboard, ready to take over the fantasy, and once again, Scorpio yanked it back.

“You’re holding me with your stiff length, caressing your fingers between my thighs. In this position, I’m tight. You can’t stroke inside me. You can only go deeper, using the weight of my body to sink farther inside.”

A sharp bolt swelled his already throbbing cock. They hadn’t done anything like this before and he quickly decided he liked it.

“I’m gasping, fighting for breath, Pisces. You’re deep inside me, but I want more. I want you to thrust harder, faster.”

“You cup your hands around my sex and heave into me. I cry out and my cries are a mix of ecstasy and awe. I clamp tight around you, the muscles between my legs are the only muscles I control and I beg you to use that spot to make me come.”

Logan’s breath grew short, his hardness ached beyond anything he’d ever known, and with Scorpio at the helm, he conceded to reach into his sweats and pleasure himself into release.

“Your fingers brush against my clit while you thrust against me from behind. You can feel me growing in your hand, just like your cock is growing inside me.”

Oh, heaven help me. He grabbed a towel and quickened the stroke of his hand.

“Sweat drips off your forehead and trickles down my back. My breathing has turned to heavy pants, each exhale mixed with a pleading cry. I’m close to the edge, Pisces. I’m ready, and this time, the orgasm is going to tear us apart.”

That was an understatement.

“You’re clasping your fingers over me, taking me hard and fast. My legs sway at your sides as you thrust against me. My hands clamp tightly to the railing, my cries are growing louder and with one final sweep, I gulp in air and clamp tight around your shaft. My body stiffens, my knees bend and my feet curl around your legs. The orgasm is ripping through me, fisting around you so tightly, you can’t pull back. I’m pulsing against your finger and you hear me exhale your name in a deep cry that echoes down the deserted beach below us.”

Logan stared at the screen as he neared the edge of climax, slowing his stroke to prolong the sensation. Never before had Scorpio turned him this hard, this fast, and he wondered what had happened to release this sexy siren.

“I buckle against you. I want you to pull your fingers from between my folds. The sensation is too severe. But with each brush of your finger, I clamp you, massaging your cock, sucking it in to the point where you’re about to explode.

“You cup your hand over me and squeeze until I cry out again, and with one more thrust, you burst, filling me, relieving us both.”

Logan closed his eyes as a heavy grunt escaped his chest with the orgasm ripping through him, curving his back, sucking the wind from his lungs. Through the rushing release, he could barely read the words on the screen.

“You’re bucking against me. You’ve lost control and now my knees are scraping against the hard wood of the railing. You pull your fingers from between my legs and clamp your hands to my hips, pulling me farther from the ground, pushing my body against the rail as you let go inside me.”

His heart beating wildly, he quickened his stroke and pumped the last of his climax—a climax that seemed to never end—until finally, his arms fell limp at his sides.

“My chin falls to my chest and my hair splays over the railing. You press your lips to my back and slip from my core, pull me into your arms and carry me to the bed. My sex still throbs. You stretch your body out next to mine and we rest on the bed as the warm ocean breeze flutters against the sheer curtains and dances across the room.”

Logan had no reply. He didn’t know what to do. This was the most intense session he’d ever had with Scorpio. He’d never seen her so filled with fire and his heart ached more than ever to know who she really was.

Oh, if only Scorpio was a woman who he could touch and explore in the flesh instead of through the cold keys of his computer. But a side of him didn’t want to lose the fantasy woman. For the last few months, Scorpio63 had been the one woman he could truly count on, truly trust, and despite his desire to taste her for real, he didn’t want to ruin what they’d created.

He raised a limp hand to the keyboard.

“Scorpio,” he typed.

“Yes, Pisces?”

“You’re amazing.”

There was a short pause before the words appeared on the screen. “Tonight is for you, Pisces. It’s our special tropical retreat. A secret place where just the two of us can go.”

“I like that, Scorpio.”

“Good night, Pisces.”

He raised his fingers to the keyboard, wanting to type the words that would keep her with him for a while longer. Often, they’d shared their thoughts and feelings before or after sex, and tonight, he wanted more. But Scorpio was cutting out, possibly because she had to, so he reluctantly let her go.

“Good night, sweetheart,” he typed. “And remember, whenever you need me, I’m just a click away.”

He pushed back from his desk and stepped through his flat on the waters of San Francisco’s marina to soak in the early evening scenery. The late January skies were unusually clear tonight, giving him a spectacular view of the bay that stretched past Alcatraz to the shores of Marin beyond. A lone jogger huffed along the Marina Green, his breath coming out as fog in the chilly night air. Beyond him, a vast cargo ship inched along the water on its way to the Oakland Harbor.

This was the view he paid handsomely for and he wished he were enjoying it with Scorpio in his arms instead of standing here alone.

He’d almost asked her for her name tonight, and if she’d given him time, he might have. But his better judgment had kept him silent. LoveSigns.com wasn’t a matchmaking site. The advertising was fully directed at anonymity, knowing the less couples knew about each other, the more freedom they’d have to express their sexual fantasies. And that’s what LoveSigns. com was all about. Fantasy. There were plenty of dating services for people looking for a mate. This site was marketed as purely entertainment, a place for people to go when they wanted to escape reality and relish in a thrill.

Though Logan hadn’t been looking for fantasies, he knew other subscribers were and given that Scorpio had never suggested sharing information, he was almost certain she wasn’t looking for anything more.

Moving from the large bay window, he grabbed his cell phone and turned it on to check messages, finding only one. His brother, Dane, had called twenty minutes earlier, and Logan dialed the code to hear the message.

“Hey, where are you? I’m dying here! Sonja’s been gone three days and I’m crawling out of my skin. You said you’d be home tonight. Call me. I’m bored. I need to get out of this house and I can’t find a solitary soul to hang out with. You’re my last resort.”

His last resort?

Logan dialed the number and waited for Dane to answer.

“Hello?”

“Nice to know I’m so high on your list of priorities,” he said flatly.

“Huh?”

Logan grinned. “Never mind. What do you want to do?”

“There’s open gym at the club tonight. Shoot some hoops? Loser buys beers.”

He looked at his watch. It was still early, and sitting here thinking about his love life didn’t sound like a plan. Between Scorpio and Trisha, he’d managed to work himself into a mood and beating his brother on the basketball court usually did wonders to lift his spirits.

“You’re on. I’ll meet you there in fifteen minutes?”

“Make it ten.”

“YOUR GAME WAS OFF tonight,” Dane said, sipping a beer at O’Malley’s, an Irish pub on Geary that was close to the gym Logan and Dane belonged to. “I actually won.”

“I’m feeling generous, figured I’d buy the beer this evening. Besides, you sounded pretty pathetic on the phone. I decided you didn’t need any more humiliation.” He slugged back a gulp of his pale ale and asked, “So what’s up? You said Sonja’s out of town?”

“She’s in Italy doing a shoot. And before that, she’d just spent a week down south.” Dane shook his head. “This schedule of hers is killing me. I may need to call in reinforcements or find someone who doesn’t travel so damn much.” He looked at his brother with all seriousness. “Don’t ever date a fashion model.”

Logan didn’t intend to, discovering after his divorce that the women in Dane’s address book definitely weren’t his type.

He glanced at his brother and asked, “Have you ever thought about finding a nice local girl and settling down?”

“No.”

Dane made the comment without the slightest flinch or hesitation, and Logan knew he’d asked a stupid question. His little brother was a consummate playboy with a black book full of beautiful women who preferred their men fast and noncommittal. Logan couldn’t understand the lifestyle. When it came to Dane’s type, the sex might be fun for a minute, but the moment you wanted to talk about something deeper than the weather, you got nothing but air.

To Logan, women were a package that included a body and a brain, and he’d never been able to appreciate the former if it wasn’t accompanied by the latter.

The thought brought him back to Trisha. Why the hell couldn’t she have been his real estate agent or dry cleaner instead of his employee? The hassle—he didn’t need, he’d just gotten past his divorce, restored his business and his personal life from the shambles they had become. He’d lived a life of celibacy for some time and that was quickly running cold. He was ready to seek out someone who might be able to offer a second chance.

And the first woman to tempt him had to be the ultimate in forbidden fruit.

How was that for fate?

“I’m fine,” Dane insisted. “You’re the one who needs help with the opposite sex.” He leaned back and propped his feet on an empty chair, giving him a better view of the bar and the dozen or so men and women sharing drinks over darts and pool. Dane was perpetually on the prowl.

“So have you still opted out of the dating game, or are you finally coming to your senses?” he added.

“There’s a couple women who’ve interested me.”

Unfortunately, one was off limits and the other was a fantasy, probably living in a trailer in Cheyenne, Wyoming.

“Yeah? Tell me about them.”

He’d rather not. Discussing Scorpio63 was out of the question. He hadn’t even admitted to Dane that he’d logged on to the site. Telling him he’d fallen for his virtual sex partner was out of the question.

Discussing Trisha was equally unappealing, although Dane would definitely give him a fresh, if not sordid, perspective where that was concerned. Given the state he was in, he could use the advice, no matter how one-sided it would probably be.

He took a swig of his beer and decided, what the hell?

“There’s a woman at the agency,” Logan started. “Smart, funny, killer body. She’s top in her game.”

“What is she, a secretary?”

“Marketing director.” He popped a pretzel in his mouth and added, “I’m thinking of promoting her to VP.”

Dane threw his head back and spoke to the ceiling. “What are you, a masochist or just brain dead?”

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“Then what the hell are you doing? Logan, you’re just getting the business back on track. Have you got some kind of aversion toward success?”

“Bill doesn’t think she’s another Virginia.”

Dane stared at him blankly. “Bill’s an idiot.”

Dane calling Bill an idiot was like Moe Howard calling Larry Fine a stooge. Neither of them were the brightest bulbs when it came to women, which was why Logan fit right in. In this kingdom of idiots, he’d be the court jesters since Bill and Dane were happy with their love lives and hadn’t managed to destroy their careers, which gave them one leg up on him.

Deciding to play devil’s advocate, he went on. “Bill could be right.”

“Okay,” Dane said, apparently willing to play. “Let me ask a few questions.”

“Shoot.”

“How long has she worked there?”

“Two years.”

“And you’re already thinking VP?”

“She deserves it. Advertising’s in her blood. She’s a natural, someone I intend to keep.”

“So she’s another woman on a fast track to the top.”

“Not necessarily. She hasn’t expressed displeasure with her position. If you recall, Virginia had been the one pushing for promotions. This woman hasn’t uttered a word.”

“But you’re going to do it anyway.”

“If she lands this account, we’ll need a VP. She’s good. I’ve got no reason to pass her up for someone else.”

“And I take it if you’re interested that means she’s available.”

“Yes,” Logan said, that chilling feeling returning to his gut.

He’d been shocked when she’d told him she didn’t have a boyfriend. A woman like Trisha should have been snatched up years ago; he couldn’t help recall that same surprise when he’d met Virginia. Back then, he’d chalked it up to his good luck. This time, it gave him that eerie feeling history was repeating itself.

“But that doesn’t have to mean anything,” he added, as much for himself as for Dane. “Lots of bright, attractive women are available.”

“And they all happen to work for you.”

“I think I’m just being paranoid.”

“I think you’re just being a fool. What happened to swearing off women in advertising? Logan, you can have any woman you want in this city. Why someone who works for you?”

Because that’s where he spent all his time. Rebuilding a company hadn’t left him with much of a social life, and besides, he happened to like women who shared that common bond.

“Dating Virginia wasn’t my downfall. Marrying her and making her a full partner was.”

“And you think you’ve got what it takes to be a lifelong bachelor? Come on, Logan. You were always the marrying type.”

Not anymore. He’d been burned once, he wouldn’t be burned again. Any woman in his future would have to accept marriage only if and when he chose it. Virginia had pushed for that contract. She’d delivered an ultimatum—marriage or nothing—and rather than lose her, he’d uttered “I do” and walked straight into disaster.

That was one threshold he wouldn’t cross until he felt ready and if an ultimatum came sooner than that the next woman would get a very different answer.

“Maybe I am, but I won’t be pushed there, and the right woman will accept that.”

“You really believe that?”

He gulped the last of his beer. “That’s the only thing I’m sure of.”

TRISHA LOOKED OVER the final mock-ups of their presentation for Tyndale’s Cape Horn resort, stacked the pages in her folder and walked down to Logan’s office, hoping he would be there. She needed his final approval today to have the materials ready for the meeting with the Tyndale folks.

Since his personal assistant wasn’t at her desk, she peeked around the open door to find him talking on the phone. Logan glanced up and as usual waved a hand for her to enter, raising a finger to indicate he’d be just a moment.

She stepped into the room and waited, allowing her eyes to admire the strong hollows of his cheeks that turned to creases when he smiled.

He chuckled, his laugh spinning sparks in her chest. He had the sexiest laugh she’d ever heard, low and easy, the kind that she could easily envision hearing in the dark, between the sheets.

She blinked away the thought. She’d come too far these last few days in her effort to get over Logan. Moving her chats with Pisces out of the office had been a start. Their Caribbean fantasy had done wonders to calm her nerves and her nine-to-five life. She’d eased up around Logan and wasn’t about to start losing it now.

She turned her gaze to the window, allowing her mind to focus on the bright sunny afternoon and the soft sparkle of light that flickered off the windows of an adjacent building. She stepped to the window. Looking down at the wharf, she noted the bay was also calm today. The sky was a bright shade of blue and she found something relaxing in the bustle of the street below.

Her mind was at ease as she shifted her thoughts from the man behind the desk to the task at hand. She was truly pulling it together and the notion left her pleased.

Until a comment from Logan swept it all away.

“You’ve got it,” he said, adding, “Well, whenever you need me, I’m just a click away.”

The folder dropped from her hand, scattering papers onto the floor, but Trisha barely noticed. Her mouth hung open and her eyes fixed on Logan as he hung up the phone, his parting statement echoing in her ears.

Whenever you need me, I’m just a click away.

How many people said that? Was it common? She’d never heard it from anyone other than Pisces47—and now Logan Moore. The repercussions began to spin in her head with the force of a tornado. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move. All she could do was stare blankly while she tried desperately to make her lungs expand and take in air.

“Trisha,” she heard him say, but she couldn’t respond, her mind reeling.

He rose from his desk, his face riddled with concern. “Are you okay?”

She glanced down to see her ad campaign splayed at her feet.

He rushed from his desk and reached out to touch her, and the sight of his hand nearing her shoulder made her jump. She tried to hide it by squatting to the floor, her shaking fingers attempting to gather the ads.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

A ghost. Right now, she’d welcome a ghost, or a serial killer or a nine-point-nine earthquake—anything that would distract her from the conclusions filling her brain and sickening her stomach.