Into The Night - Sex Stories

Into The Night

... until I’d learned all the dirty details first. “When was the last time you slept with her?” He frowned, whether the change in topic had confused him or it took some effort to remember, I couldn't be sure. “About a month ago, maybe more. I think she cut me off in the hope it would speed up the whole proposal thing. What time do you finish?” he repeated, giving me a barely there smile. My breaths had turned all shallow because he’d basically just given me the go ahead to throw myself at him. I could see the tiny flecks of gold in his hazel eyes. If I moved forward just a bit I could have my lips pressed to his without too much effort, maybe make a joke before I dived in so his mouth would be smiling when it touched mine. I loved moments like that. My lack of seriousness had always annoyed my previous boyfriends. One had wanted marriage early on like Logan’s almost-fiancé, while another had assumed my laid-back personality meant I wouldn’t mind if he slept with other women. I just wanted someone I could find that perfect balance with, someone who’d stand his ground and not let me walk all over him, but be supportive and decent as well. Until tonight I’d always assumed my goals were set too high. “I could probably finish up right now,” I said, deciding on the fly that whatever he wanted to offer I wanted to grab onto with both hands—gently, depending on what it was. “I’m sure the other girls will cover for me. I’ve done it enough times for them.” “All right. I’ll go settle the ...

... bill while you do your thing. Meet me outside when you’re ready.” ***** It took me longer than I’d expected to get out of work. While I rushed around fielding questions from my nosey bartender friend and trying to finish up what I needed to do, I kept wondering if Logan had lost interest during the wait and taken off. The moment I walked out into the almost empty car park to find him still standing there, relief flowed through me and I laughed as I hurried over to him. He smiled at my reaction and opened the passenger door to a red Mustang. “Up for a drive?” “Sounds like fun. Where are we going? No, wait!" I said in a rush. "Don't tell me.” The idea of being surprised appealed to me more. I slid inside and dumped my bag in the foot well. “How did what’s-her-face get home?” He shook his head at my comment, his eyes smiling as he looked down at me. “Celeste. Her name is Celeste. Taxi I’m guessing, which would have been okay with her because she hated this car.” Logan shut the door before I could respond. Probably a wise move since it appeared I didn’t have anything all that nice to say about her. He rounded the car and pulled open the driver’s side door. Before he climbed in he slipped off his suit jacket and flung it into the back seat without a care. The sight made me laugh while also proving my theory that he’d hated the whole dressing up process. With a brief grin he jumped in and slammed the door. The two of us chatted easily during the drive, sharing stories and catching up ...