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Interlocking my fingers with hers, I asked, "Well, do you want to get serious and move forward with our relationship? Would you like to be my girlfriend?"
"Is that what you want?" She inquired again.
"Yeah, what about you? What do you want?” I responded.
"Logan, you are a wonderful man; any woman would die to be with you." Before she could finish, I brought her hand close to my mouth and kissed it. Her refusal was something I did not wish to hear.
But I’d been surprised when she said, "Of course, Logan. I want to be your girlfriend. But how would Casey feel if she found out about us?"
Honestly, I didn’t even think about the implications of our dalliance. All I knew was that I wanted to be with Ariane, and every time we were together, she made me so happy, made me feel like I could handle anything. At forty-three, it hadn’t occurred to me that I could fall in love with someone again.
"Sweetheart, we can keep our relationship between us for now," I reassured her. "And then, when we are both ready, we can tell the world how much we care about each other. Are you okay with that?"
I’d been relieved when she said, "Yes, Logan, I am okay with that. Now let's get ready—I am dying to see the rest of Paris."
"What about round four?" I had teased. Our first night in Paris had been almost magical. I was amazed at how responsive and eager she was. I finally had Ariane spread out in a wide comfortable bed to myself. I’d explored every inch of her body, positioned her in every way possible, tasted her the way I wanted, and made her beg for more as I used my tongue to make her shiver, eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Now, it would have been nice to have Ariane here with me so I could give her the same pleasure, if not more, and gaze into her lust-filled eyes. I felt a tug in my groin. Before I drifted to sleep, I imagined holding her pretty face and kissing her passionately.
Ariane
I hadn’t been to the office since Logan and I returned. He’d given me a few free days to get reacquainted with the office life after having such a great time, and I took them in stride. I used them as self-care days, got my hair and nails done, did some shopping for my apartment, tried a few new places to eat, the whole nine. As his assistant, I felt great about my job and my future at the company. But things between him and me? I was stuck on the fence about our relationship, even though I’d agreed to be hissecretgirlfriend.
Logan was a great man—loving, caring, sweet, and generous. I was really surprised when he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend, but I could feel it was genuine. Of course, I couldn’t say no to him, even though I had hesitated at first.
When I had asked him about what he thought Casey would think about us, he had reassured me, “Well, sweetheart, let’s not think about Casey and everybody else. Let’s enjoy our time together here in Paris.”
Our time together in Paris was one of the happiest moments in my life. Logan pampered me in a way I had never experienced before. He knew how to make a woman feel treasured. And he was making it difficult for me to avoid him now. He got me hooked.
The only issue that stood in the way of my love for him was the fact that I was his son’s ex. Guilt consumed me every time I saw Logan, and I wanted to tell him, and I should have told him, but I could never bring myself to speak the truth.
On my first day back in the office, I came in after running the day’s errands, just around lunch time. It was a quiet day. Casey was out of the office and so were a lot of the others. But Logan was there. I’d known he would be there when I got in, so I made sure I looked and smelled extra good. Just in case I couldn't fight the urge to be with him.
I got a glimpse of him sitting at the large conference table in his office as I stepped off the elevator. His head rested in his hands and his energy seemed depleted. I wondered if something had gone wrong with the deal in Paris, but figured I would have heard about it beforehand.
“Hey, Logan. Is everything okay?”
He looked up at me from his seat at the table and I instantly knew something heavy was on his mind. My heart thudded in my chest when he didn’t speak right away. I worried he’d finally found out who I was and was preparing himself to fire me. But I was quickly relieved when he said he was okay.
“Are you sure?” I asked again. “You seem a little down this afternoon.”
I invited myself all the way into his office and closed the door behind me. I didn’t know what made me as confident as I was with him, but I couldn’t help myself.
“To be honest,” he said, getting up from his seat to close the blinds of his office, “I feel better seeing you.”
With the blinds closed and his office door locked, Logan approached me and placed a gentle kiss on my neck. When he got a sniff of the perfume I was wearing that afternoon, his approval guided his hands up to my breasts. I moaned softly as he fondled them, putting just the right amount of pressure on my nipples with his palms.
“I missed your touch.” I moaned softly again.
“I missed you,” he replied.
The way he kissed my lips, inserting his warm tongue into my mouth while doing so, made me water between my thighs. When I felt his hand reach down into my panties and tickle my already throbbing clitoris, my knees nearly buckled at the sensation. I wanted him to take me right there in his office. I wanted to feel the hot, sticky, thrusts of passion he gave me each time we were together.
We quickly undressed and made room for our naked bodies on the conference table. My legs were already quivering long before he positioned himself between them, and even more so after he entered me. He was large and thick, powerful with each stroke. My head rested down on the table as he licked and slurped all over my breasts and neck.
I tried keeping my moans down to a minimum, but that was hard to do with the amount of goodness Logan gave me. He felt like heaven between my legs, and I was more than willing to be his hell.
Before we were interrupted, I took control of our sex that afternoon. I pushed him down onto the table and straddled him, just the way I knew he liked. Cowgirl was my favorite position too. I loved the feeling of dominating him, feeling him sitting at the very back of my love cave made me shiver with pleasure while I rode him into complete oblivion.
