I nod.

“Why’d you slam the door?” he whispers.

“No reason,” I say as nonchalantly as I can manage.

“Did you, uh, get your period?” he whispers even quieter.

What? “No, Logan,” I laugh.

“Then, what?” he asks, still looking concerned.

“It really doesn’t matter,” I tell him, but he continues to want an answer. I peek over his shoulder, making sure we’re not being stared at, and then I confess in a very quiet voice, “If you must know, I was naked. Sitting at that table. Awaiting your return.”

Logan is chuckling before I’ve even finished talking. “That would explain the waylaid shoes,” he grins. “What outcome was this ploy of yours designed to achieve?”

I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck. With my lips against his, I say, “To seduce you, lover.”

Behind us the staff member has finished laying out our breakfast. “Est-ce que ce sera tout, Monsieur?” he asks Logan. Will this be all?

Reluctantly tearing his smouldering eyes away from me, Logan turns and nods. “Merci beaucoup,” he says.

We break apart, and while Logan sees the waiter out, I go over to inspect the spread on the table. Tea and coffee, orange and apple juice, toast, condiments, a fruit platter, and a selection of hot food as well. It looks very appetising. I smile to myself; what a delicious start to the day. Now, where to begin?

The door shuts and I look over at Logan. Perhaps I’ll begin with him, I think slyly. I grin at him. “This looks nice,” I say. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” he says alluringly.

“Shall we eat, and then go and explore the hotel?” I ask, coyly.

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no,” he says, shaking his head. “I want to hear more about you sitting…naked…waiting for me…” He saunters over to me as he talks, and when he stands before me he puts on his best, most seducing, most adorable smile. I can’t help but smile back, thrilled that I have him so intrigued. “How were you sitting?” he wants to know.

“You’re sure we’re not going to be joined by another staff member?” I check before answering.

“I’m sure,” Logan says, greedily.

“Because I’ve never run so fast in my life!”

Logan starts laughing, his lips getting closer and closer to mine. “No more interruptions,” he promises, his lips brushing against mine. He takes ahold of my bottom lip with his teeth and bites impatiently. “How were you sitting?” he breathes.

I smile at him, and then take a small step back from him, my confidence returning to me. I hook my thumb into the tie of my bathrobe and pull it loose, letting the robe fall open. In doing so I reveal my naked body to Logan. He looks me up and down, amatory desire wild in his eyes, and a satisfied smile playing on his lips. I let the robe fall to the floor, and ignoring my shoes, I take a seat once more.

I cross my legs, stretch my arms out in front of me, and rest my hands on my knee. I arch my back a little, and shake my head so that my long hair falls loosely down my back.

“Wow,” Logan takes me in. “I think I’m going to have to cancel the car,” he mutters.

“Why ever do you say that?” I ask him, playfully.

“Because you could not look any sexier.”

I smile. Hmm, is that a challenge? “Are you sure about that?” I ask him.

“Not at all,” he laughs.

“No, me either. Perhaps I wasn’t sitting like this…” I play coy again. “Perhaps it was a little more like this…” I put my arms by my sides, uncross my legs and open them wide, exposing everything to Logan.

His mouth opens. “Holy shit!” he breathes. I can see something bulging promisingly at the crotch of his trousers. “What are you doing to me, baby? My head’s going to implode!”

He’s made it way too easy for me, and I say the obvious, “Which one?”

His smile returns; his breathing is fast, his chest heaving. He drops to his knees in front of me, between my open legs. His hands automatically take ahold of my calves; his grip firm, as though he plans on holding me in place.

I smile down at him, my anticipation soaring. Butterflies take flight in my tummy. It’s so gratifying to see the effect that my confidence and my body has on him. His obvious fervour for it makes me see it in a new light; it makes me appreciate my curves, and my sexiness, and my femininity in a way that I’ve never done before.

“Selfishly, I’m extremely glad I didn’t have to share this view with our waiter,” Logan quips.

I cringe at the thought.

He smiles and his dimples seduce me; I can’t hold back any longer, I have to have him, now! I take his face in my hands and kiss him hard. Logan responds immediately, his hands traveling up my legs to my backside, which he pulls forward, moving me to the edge of the seat, closer to his body. His tongue caresses mine forcefully; it’s a frenzied, impassioned kiss. It makes me crave him all over.

We’ve done this before, I muse, as his lips leave mine and he trails kisses down my neck and shoulder, yet my craving for him never ends. No matter how many times I’ve had Logan, I always want him again.

He buries his face between my breasts before sucking each of my nipples in turn. I let out an airy moan and to my delight Logan keeps on moving south.

“You did that yesterday,” I remind him, before instantly regretting it. Shut up, Gem!

Logan mercifully ignores me for a moment, kissing my stomach, before moving lower still. He jokes, “Shall we draw up a weekly quota?” He pushes my legs wider apart and I can’t keep from groaning. “You know, only so much oral sex, hand work, and intercourse permissible per week?” he smiles against my thigh.

I crack up. “Certainly not,” I laugh.

“Well then…” he grins up at me, “will you appease my greed?” His eyes are shining with both mischief and promise.

I’m abruptly convinced that I’m having some sort of out of body experience. Oh my god, I love this man; he’s so ineffably sexy! My arousal shoots even higher. I don’t look down but I know that if I did, I’d see exactly how aroused he’s making me.

“I don’t know what came over me,” I giggle breathlessly, giving him full permission.

“Temporary madness,” he smiles, “it happens to the best of us, baby.” He kneels up and brushes his lips against mine for a final time, before nestling low, his face inches from my glistening sex.

My legs grow tense as I anticipate his first move. I’ve never watched him go down on me before, and though it hasn’t even started yet I’m already convinced that this is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. He moves closer, knowing my eyes are on him, and he breathes in. I shudder in the seat, feeling way too turned on to even contemplate embarrassment, and I tilt my hips forward, silently begging him to take me. He does.

He licks me from the bottom of my opening to the top of my clitoris and I let out a loud moan, my hands gripping the sides of the seat as I quiver against him. His hands tighten on my backside, holding me close, as he starts making out with me down there. Oh, yes! His tongue is strong, forceful, pushing me to new heights.

“Yes, Logan!” I pant, watching him, and feeling myself climb quickly.

His eyes dart upwards and he stares at me without stopping his sweet, warm caress. I blush furiously at being caught watching him, and he smiles against my sex, his eyes full of arousal.

Holy shit! I was wrong: this is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck! We gaze at each other; it’s so intimate, so unbelievably sexy! I whimper and shake as he gives me one long, exaggerated lick, driving me wild with desire for more.

“Ah, Logan,” I wail.

He looks completely enamoured, holding our eye contact as he moves his tongue lower, away from my clitoris, to my entrance. He starts entering me there, and I want to scream. My hands tightening their grip on the chair. Oh god! Oh god! I can’t watch anymore; I’ll come imminently if I do.