As I pull my boxers back up and settle in beside him, he leans over to press a tender kiss to my temple. "You know, I've never had sex in a limo before."
"Neither have I," I confess, a mischievous grin curling at the corners of my lips.
"Are you serious?" Logan stares at me with genuine surprise on his flushed face.
"Very." I take his hand and lace our fingers together in my lap. "But you'll find that being rich does have its perks–plenty of opportunities for us to get creative."
"Sounds tempting." He chuckles. "Just as long as it's not illegal."
"Wouldn't dream of it," I assure, leaning into him as we continue our limo journey through the night, our destination unknown but our hearts now irrevocably bound together.
THE END