“Happy birthday,” I smile.

“Baby, this is…” Words fail him. He steps onto the terrace, and finally his look of shock transforms into the most breathtaking smile.

He likes it, I think happily.

“This is unbelievable! It’s gorgeous, Gemima!” His whole face is lit up in excitement, and I note that I’ve never seen him look as beautiful as he does right now. He runs his hands through his hair, saying, “I can’t believe it! I cannot believe you did this…look at it,” he spins around, “it’s perfect.” He halts in his surveying to look at me instead, his adoration evident. He’s in front of me in two quick strides and before I can even say my own name, his lips are on mine. “Baby, this is the best gift that I’ve ever received. I can’t believe you did this for me,” he says breathlessly, his eyes pouring into mine.

I beam at him. I couldn’t have asked for a better reaction. “You like it, then?” I ask needlessly.

“Yes!” he laughs. “Oh my god, yes! It’s exactly what I wanted. It’s so much more than I could ever have done myself. It’s incredible,” he smiles, taking another look. “Thank you, Gemima. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“You’re welcome.” I’m unable to keep the smugness out of my voice. “I had to get you back for taking me to Beaux Rêves,” I tease.

“You certainly did,” Logan laughs again, taking my hand as he walks around the terrace taking a closer look at everything.

Once we’ve gone in a circle we find ourselves standing in front of the table, which is ready and waiting for us to have dinner. “It was Mercy’s idea for us to eat here tonight,” I tell him.

“It’s perfect,” he tells me again. “Completely perfect!”

“I’m not convinced that you’ve seen the best bit yet,” I say, leading him to the corner of the table and pointing out the little forty-nine plaque.

Logan registers its meaning and sinks into one of the new chairs, pulling me onto his lap, a broad smile across his face. “You blow my fucking mind,” he tells me, making me laugh. “Did you steal it from our cafe?” he jokes.

Playing along, I say, “Yes, I figured: what better way to meet your parents than with a fresh arrest warrant for theft.”

“My parents are very good at getting people out of trouble, I’m proof of that,” he grins.

“Good,” I smile against his lips. “I won’t worry about it, then.” I slide my arms around his neck and force his mouth open with my own. I kiss him forcefully, brushing my tongue against his. He groans in satisfaction and the sound ignites everything in me. Desire surges through my body and I shift on his lap so that I’m straddling him, pressing my body against his as hard as humanly possible.

The electricity in our bubble builds; it’s strengthening, encouraging us onwards.

Without words we’re able to communicate our thoughts. My shifting tells him: I want you. His hands finding the hem of my dress and sliding underneath it to caress my thighs says: I want you too. My brief glance over his shoulder through the terrace doors towards the elevator, asks: Do we have enough time? And Logan’s hand gliding up my leg, over my backside, between my cheeks until his fingers lightly grace my sex, answers me: I’ll risk it if you will.

Our chests are rising and falling rapidly, we stare deep into each other’s eyes, and though every ounce of me wants to have him fill me, and take me right here, I’m scared of being interrupted. To start and not finish would be torture. To get caught would be even worse. I vaguely wonder if I’m turning into an exhibitionist: first Mercy this afternoon, and now the possibility of this. Stop thinking, Gem, I tell myself.

Logan’s hand glides over me again, the delicacy of his touch turning me on even more than if he were rubbing harder. “I love feeling how warm you are,” he murmurs, looking at me like I’ve put him under some sort of trance. His eyes dart from my mine to my lips and back again. Then he smiles at me; a sexy, seductive, dimple-inducing smile, and I’m decided.

Simultaneously, I sink lower onto his hand, inviting more of his touch, and I crush my lips against his. Logan responds instantly by pulling at my dress, removing the barrier that it’s causing between us. I tilt my hips forward, rubbing myself against his prominent erection, before my hands travel south, hurriedly undoing his belt and pants. I unzip him with a mixture of care and haste, before plunging my hand into his briefs to free him. Underneath my dress, Logan pulls my panties to one side; we simply don’t have the time or the patience to remove them properly. I place his seeping tip at my entrance and fully intend on sinking onto him slowly, sensually, but Logan has another idea. Grasping my buttocks, he pulls me forcefully towards him, spearing me, internally hitting the perfect spot. I call out in pleasure, my nails digging into his shoulders.

Holy fuck!

He gazes up at me with wild eyes, his breathing ragged. He’s set the pace, and being only too happy with his choice, I begin riding him quickly, bringing my hips to meet his with keen enthusiasm. I close my eyes to better feel him. Fuck, he’s so hard, so big, so perfect.

“Logan,” I mewl. I arch against him, letting my head fall back as he buries his face into my chest, his groans muffled. His hands squeeze my backside tightly and I let out an airy moan, trying my best to keep my voice low. I quicken my pace even more.

“Oh, baby, yes!” Logan growls, filling me wholly with each and every thrust.

My orgasm is imminent, I’ve never come so fast in my life. Nor have we ever had sex quite like this, so erratic because we’re on borrowed time, the danger of being caught adding to our erotic buildup. It’s phenomenal! Changing position slightly, I lean against him, towering over him, my breasts bouncing rapidly against his collar bone. I bend my head forward, and catch his groans in my open mouth.

“Baby,” he pants, “I love you so much.”

I don’t have a chance to respond. I hurtle over the edge of the precipice and soar into my orgasm, clutching him to me as if my life depends on it, and shouting loudly. My orgasm renders me momentarily indisposed. I can’t move, I can’t think, I can’t do anything apart from quiver and whimper. Immediately Logan takes over, his strong hands moving me off of him and then pulling me back. Ah! His continual penetration elongates my pleasure and my moans increase until he comes a few moments later, his body shaking beneath me, and then everything goes still.

I peer over his shoulder; we’re still alone.

“We did it,” I sigh, going limp against his chest. No interruptions, no embarrassment. I’m quiet for a moment, listening to Logan’s hammering heartbeat, before giggles overcome me, and I confess, “This morning this is exactly what I hoped we might do out here tonight.”

He smiles and presses his lips against mine. “This is already the best birthday I’ve ever had, Gemima,” he says quietly.

Good, I think, feeling very pleased with myself. “I love you too, Logan,” I finally say. “I didn’t have enough time to say it,” I grin. I ease off of him, but remain on his lap, and as Logan puts himself away, I try to get into a more comfortable position; one which doesn’t burn my inner-thigh muscles so much.

“I figured,” he quips. “No one would go to this much effort if they weren’t in love,” he says, indicating his rooftop present. “It’s spectacular, you’re spectacular, and that,” he refers to our quickie, “is not something I ever thought I’d be doing while waiting for my parents,” he chuckles, sounding gratified.

“Somethings are worth the risk,” I smile.

“I told them that I was coming up here to get changed.”

“You lied,” I giggle. “By the way, if I’d known we were capable of something so good in that timeframe, I would have stopped by your office today instead of going solo.”