Page 21 of 14 Night Tryst

“It’s sure something, right?” He asks, moving to stand behind me when I step closer to the metal balustrade. “The first time I came here it was in the middle of the day, the view is still incredible, but at night, she’s just something else.”

I think I just fell in love with this city all over again.

The cool breeze coming off the water sends a chill through me causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. Logan noticing the shiver wraps his strong arms around me, cocooning me in against his chest. “Are you cold? Shall we head back down?”

I shake my head and sink back against him, resting my head against his firm chest. “No, no, I’m fine, let’s stay out here for a bit longer.” Logan smiles and presses his lips to the crown of my head. My eyes veer over to the couple still happily snapping photos of each other and suddenly I want that.

I know I shouldn’t, but I want to have a photo with him, just one, so that when this ends—which it likely will—I’ll remember this perfect moment with him.

“What’s on your mind, Wildfire?”

Twisting in his arms I peer up at him and smile impishly, “If ever there’s a perfect moment for a selfie, this would be it.”

Logan’s grey eyes narrow and he wets his lips, looking pensive, my heart rate spikes and thunders in my ears in fear of him rejecting me. “There are plenty of spots in this city you’re going to want to take selfies Wildfire, but sure let’s commemorate this moment.” He offers with a sinful smile that would have melted my panties right off if I were wearing any.

My fingers move quicker than they ever have before as I take my cellphone out of my small clutch bag and fire up the camera. I hold the phone up and snap a photo of us when Logan presses his forehead to my temple and smiles.

“My turn.” My phone is plucked from my hand, and he tilts my head back, his mouth captures mine in a feverish kiss. My head swims, I’m so lost in the feel of his lips on mine that I don’t even hear the shutter of the camera going off.

Our fervent kiss lasts for a couple of minutes before Logan pulls away and leads me back down to the ground floor to our table which he reserved right by the huge arched window. The restaurant walls are exposed brick and dimly lit by the antique looking candle lantern on each table. At the front of the restaurant there’s a small stage where a young acoustic guitarist is singing melodically.

The waiter goes to pull my chair for me, but Logan stops him and pulls it out himself and flashes me a smile as I take my seat.

“You’re just piling up those brownie points, aren’t you, Mr. Peirce?” I tease him, sliding into my seat and watch him walk around the table and take his own seat opposite me. I shuffle in my chair and clear my throat to suppress the gasp that almost escapes me when the toy inside me shifts and rubs against my g-spot sending a sudden jolt of pleasure rippling through me.

Logan watches me, a devilish glint in his eyes. “My only aim is toplease, Miss West,” he answers, his tone and words both dripping with meaning. “As by now I’m sure you’re aware.”

Aren’t I just.

While we exchange flirty glances the waiter comes by, hands the menu to us and asks if we would like something to drink while we browse our menus. I have to say, I’m really impressed with the number of people in this city that speak English.

“Would you like a bottle of red or white?” Logan asks me and I bite my lip contemplating.

“I don’t mind either, you choose.” Logan nods and hands the wine menu back to the waiter. “We’ll take a bottle of the 2003 Château Lafite-Rothschild, please.”

My eyeballs almost roll out of their sockets when I catch a glimpse of the price of the wine before the waiter takes it from me.

Holy crabsticks!

Eight-hundred-dollar bottle of wine.

I would have been happy with a bottle of Rioja.

“I already know what I’m having. Have you decided what you would like?” Logan questions, closing his menu and setting it on the side.

Shaking my head, I open the menu and peruse it. While I’m reading the English translation of each item listed on the starters section the toy suddenly starts moving inside me. I let out a surprised gasp and the menu slips out of my hold and hits the table with a dull clunk and rattles the cutlery, causing almost every diner to stop conversing and look over at us.

Logan smirks, watching me with a pleased look etched across that fine-looking face of his while he strokes his bearded jaw. Mortified, I sink back into my seat and press my thighs together and do my best to ignore the rippling sensation the toy is causing deep in my groin. “Logan, what are you doing?” I mouth to him, my eyes skate across the restaurant to the other diners hoping they’ve averted their attention away from me—which they have.

“What? You thought your punishment was over?” he tuts and shakes his head, his eyes on mine as his thumb swipes across the screen on his phone and the clit suction activates. “Not even close, Wildfire. This is what we’ve been building up to.”

Oh. My. God.

I was really hoping he’d forgotten about this darn toy and my impending punishment, but I suppose that was wishful thinking on my part… not that what’s happening between my legs right now is terrible. Logan has had me dripping wet and on edge all night, I only worry that with me sitting down mysecretionswill most definitely stain the dress and people will see and likely think I wet myself or something.

Because when you see a wet patch on someone’s ass you don’t automatically assume their date is slowly and torturously tormenting them with a sex toy in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

I’m unsure what to do with myself. While I was standing before on the ferry the pressure seemed somewhat tolerable, but now I’m seated, it feels much more intense and heavens the urge to rock my hips is excruciating. Panic fills me when I spot the waiter walking over with the bottle of red wine in hand and I dig my nails into my palms to distract myself from the budding orgasm I can feel building. “Logan.” I plead quietly, my voice quivering, and he arches a brow and bites his lip.

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