Into The Night - Sex Stories

Into The Night

... cute and shy and used to blush so hard I thought your face would catch fire. Has anyone pointed out lately that you’re a pain in the ass?” “More than once.” I wadded up the wipe and lobbed it into the waste basket, trying hard to contain the blush that sometimes still made an appearance even now. “I don’t have a lot of control over it unfortunately.” He let out a laughing breath and looked me over, his gaze lingering longer than it had when he’d checked out my name tag. We had something going on here, something that if I went back and analysed all the snippets of conversation we’d shared throughout the night, might just be described as… yes, flirting. Since Logan appeared to want to get this slightly mental story of his out without any further interruptions, I remained quiet and raised my brows in encouragement. “So... I proposed to her with a small diamond because I knew she’d react that way. If she was the one to break up with me it wouldn’t bother her parents nearly as much. They’d have no reason to throw a fit, my dad would be unaffected… aaand my life would get back to normal.” “All wrapped up with a neat little bow.” I slid my pants leg down and looked at him. “You’re an evil genius, Logan. I don’t know if I should be impressed or terrified.” “I’m sure you’re genuinely bothered by the fact that she stormed out of here —and did you see what she did to my hair tonight? You should be outraged on my behalf just for that alone.” “Well, you might have a point, but ...

... regardless... setting her up like that, all that deceit and manipulation… you’re not painting a very appealing picture here.” He was, but the guy probably had more than his fair share of positive reinforcement from every single person around him. It wouldn’t hurt to bring him back down to earth every now and then. He took a couple more steps until he’d reached the point where some personal space had definitely been invaded. “What would I have to do to be more appealing?” I laughed and stared at him. “Are you seriously hitting on me right now?” “Are you seriously pretending you’re not interested?” How could I answer that one when all I wanted to do was grab him by the lapels of his suit jacket and drag him against me so there was no personal space left to invade? Knowing there should probably be a few more steps between flirty conversation and suit-lapel grabbing, I chose the wiser option of saying nothing. When the silence stretched on a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and he moved close enough that my knees were almost touching some interesting places. With a hand resting either side of my thighs his gaze dropped to my mouth, the intense, determined look in his eyes leaving no doubt about what he wanted to do next. “What time do you finish?” The idea of getting intimate with him when he’d potentially just done the same thing with another woman last night unfortunately took some of the shine off this thing we had going on here. I wanted him but I couldn’t let myself go there ...