“Huh,” I consider everything that he’s just told me. “So Amélie’s testing me because she wants me to work in that sector?” I guess out loud, and then I shrug. Much like earlier today, I conclude: time will tell all. “Thanks for the info, baby,” I say, kissing him quickly.

“Anytime. I had a productive hour,” he grins, adding, “I also looked up the Segway tours and I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

“Thank goodness for that, because I booked all of us onto a tour this Saturday,” I confess. “The traffic was moving so slow,” I tell him, “I distracted myself by booking it on my phone.”

“You used your mobile while driving?” he asks, reprovingly.

I nod, defiantly. “Moving so slow,” I say again. “It was impossible to crash,” I promise him.

“Gemima,” he says my name like I’m a deity. “You’re a bad, bad, bad girl.” His words remind me gratifyingly of the pleasure that we experienced this morning. He leans forward to kiss me once more and I surrender to our kiss, letting it wash over me, letting it clear away the tension of my day. It’s slow and deep and wet, and I roll my body firmly against his, abruptly wondering if he’s naked under that robe.

“Do you have any plans for this evening?” I ask him breathlessly, my hands settling at the belt of his robe.

“Just more of this,” he smiles into my mouth.

Greedily I unfasten the belt.

“Oh, and I’m greatly anticipating receiving that final present you promised me this morning,” he chuckles, slumping back against the back of the sofa once more.

I groan. Studying the mirth in his eyes, I suddenly realise, “You know what it is, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Logan laughs, “and I can’t wait to see it.”

I groan again. Why did I commit to this? Despite my dread, I confess, “On the car ride over here, aside from my bad phone usage, I devised a way to turn it from a mere dance into a real spectacular. I’m still deciding whether to proceed with it or not.”

He laughs harder. “What kind of spectacular?”

“Well, seeing as Saturday night is fast approaching and everyone will be gathering for a night in your honour,” I impress the word to poke fun at him, “I thought I could host my very own, very private, Logan Leary Appreciation Night.” After all, I think, the mood of the song fits perfectly. “But I think we should fool around first,” I say adamantly. “There’s a real possibility that you’ll be turned off by the level of goofball that I’m going to exhibit tonight,” I warn him, my hands back on his robe once more. I pry it open as best I can given that I’m sitting on top of him. He’s going commando. Excellent, I think. “Do you ever wear underwear?” I giggle. “Not that I mind,” I hasten to add.

“It’s become less of a necessity in recent weeks,” he tells me, his hands reaching out to unbutton and unzip my pants. He slides his whole hand between my trousers and my panties and cups my sex, holding me.

I wriggle against him, grinning greedily. Sweet, sweet friction. His fingers start massaging me lightly, making me sensually wetter. In response I take his semi-erect penis and coax it into hardening fully. In three slow-moving minutes he’s stiff and I’m wet, and our mutual pleasure exchange picks up the pace.

Logan retreats his hand, instead sliding it inside of my panties against my bare sex. I roll my hips over his hand, enjoying the delicious sensation. I lean against him, gazing down at his pleasure strewn face as I pump him harder.

“Gemima,” he looks back at me in adoration.

“I expected you to cover me in cake the second I got home,” I grin, breathlessly.

“About that…” he groans.

I throw a quick glance into the kitchen, and though there are lots of things sitting on the countertop, Logan’s cake is not among them.

“I saved you a slice,” he pants. “A small slice,” he amends.

I laugh airily against his lips, riding his hand faster, gliding over it quickly and easily. “You can’t be trusted…around sugar, Logan,” I state the obvious, before letting out a loud moan as he lightly pinches my clitoris between his fingers, teasing me. Then he slides two long fingers deep inside of me and I moan louder still. Internally he starts circling my sweet spot, and I have to focus carefully on the movements of my own hand to stop myself from building too quickly.

Countering him, I hold Logan tighter, pushing him higher and higher.

“Baby,” he groans again, his free hand gripping my wrist to halt my movements. “I want to be inside of you when I come,” he says, his words increasing my desire and drive exponentially. Ah!

Reluctantly, I stop moving against his palm. I kiss him eagerly before nodding my agreement, and Logan retreats his fingers and pulls his hand free from the confines of my panties. I wiggle backwards off of his lap, standing up and holding out my hand to him. As he stands, his bathrobe falls off of his shoulders, leaving him naked before me. He’s an impressive, delectable sight.

He drops to his knees before me, eager to get me undressed. His evident keenness spurs me onwards, and as he pulls my trousers and panties down, I begin unbuttoning my blouse. He kisses my bare legs, and my breath hitches. I hastily remove my blouse and undo my bra. I let it fall onto Logan’s head, laughing as he is blinded by it. Ridding himself of his new eye-mask, Logan stands once more, grinning alluringly. Then, making me feel like a rag doll once more, he suddenly lifts me and throws me over his shoulder, my high-heels still on. I shriek in surprise and giggle the whole way to the bedroom, very much enjoying the sight of his backside as he walks. I reach out and take ahold of it, until Logan drops me onto the soft bed and quickly follows me down.

He squashes me into the mattress, showering my neck with kisses. I revel in the feeling of him over me, his penis lingering at my opening. Completely aware of his actions, he tilts his hips forward slightly, just breaching my entrance. Oh! It feels exquisite, shallow, and incredibly sensitive.

“Ah, Logan,” I moan softly.

He repeats his actions multiple times, causing both of us to build quickly. I grip the duvet tightly, calling out, almost there. He leans up on his hands, watching me, completely in control of himself. He edges into me again and I can tell from the look on his face that he’s on the verge, but he’s doing what I told him to do this morning — he’s holding back, elongating both of our pleasure. Then remembering that he said he wanted to be inside of me, I kick my heeled shoes against his backside, pushing him deep within me. I come immediately, overly stimulated by the feel of him, moaning loudly, shaking under him.

“Gemima,” he groans loudly, moving his hips a few more glorious times before he orgasms too, stilling as he pours himself into me. “Ah, baby,” he cries, leaning over me and burying his face into my neck once more, his breathing heavy. “I think I’ve got heel prints in my ass,” he chuckles.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. “Maybe they’ll scar…then we’ll have a lasting reminder of your thirty-fifth birthday,” I grin, cheekily.

He stares at me, looking amused. “Then what the hell is my body going to look like when I’m seventy, if you continually have your way with me?” he jokes.

“Very well ridden,” I giggle, kissing his full lips.

We make out for several amorous minutes, with Logan still very much inside of me. I wrap my legs around his back and he smiles into my mouth.

“I bet I can make you squeal,” he whispers, his green eyes alight as he ignites my fervour for him once more.

“Oh, I’m sure you can,” I smile back.

He shakes his head, “Not that kind of squeal, baby.”

“Then what?” I ask.

“Mercy bought me a puppy for my birthday,” he reveals.

I gasp, my eyes wide. “Really?” Smiling broadly, Logan nods, and just like he thought I would, I squeal, “Oh my god!”