Virgin for the Night (For The Night #2) (2 page)

I stepped out of the bath, wrapped myself in a towel and
turbaned my hair, before walking through to my bedroom to get ready. I still
had about ten outfits lying on my double bed, I was a complete bag of nerves.
What
was I thinking having booked a damn appointment with Logan?
I wondered as I
blew out a sigh. He was quite possibly the most handsome man I’d ever seen, not
to mention how my body had reacted as I saw the professional picture he’d sent
of him showing not just
that
face, but his incredible body as well. He
was seriously toned, but not in a muscle man contest way, I hated when men had
muscles so large that their veins were virtually popping. Logan was broad
shouldered with a slim waist and hips, deliciously strong looking biceps and
abs that just begged to be caressed. I shook my head at the thought of his sexy
v and the swelling that was visible below his belt and held up my go-to little
black dress and sighed. This was supposed to be a special night, I should
really have gone and purchased a new outfit, something sexy to match the man I
was about to have sex with. I’d just been so busy filming the opening scenes of
the movie I’d landed that I simply hadn’t had time.

Life had literally changed
overnight. One minute I was doing bar work in clubs at night, to leave my days
free for endless audition after audition for film roles, always being rejected
because I looked “too innocent and angelic.” I’d only managed to get a few walk-on
parts in TV serials, then suddenly I was asked to cast for the female lead in
the erotic romance film version of the popular
Broken Promises Trilogy
.
At least I’d heard it was popular, I’d never read an erotic romance novel in my
life, which at twenty-two was apparently unheard of. My parent’s, while proud
I’d landed such a major role, weren’t overly impressed when I had to explain
that I’d be filming sex scenes with my bare breasts and backside on display.
I’d been asked to swear I wouldn’t tell Grandma, who’d apparently have a heart
attack. It was a chance in a lifetime though, and if it went well, this would
be my stepping stone in the industry and could set up my family for life. I’d
been paid a considerable signing on bonus, most of which had been used to reduce
Mum and Dad’s mortgage. I’d invested the rest with the exception of one splurge,
Logan. He’d better be as good as my makeup artist on set had told me.

‘Summer, there’s a delivery for
you,’ yelled Mum up the stairs. I frowned, I hadn’t ordered anything. I
wondered if it was the film company, maybe sending me flowers to congratulate
me on my first week, that or commiseration flowers to say it wasn’t working
out. I chewed on the inside corner of my mouth nervously as I left my bedroom
and ran down.

‘Where have all these come from?’
I gasped as I looked at the elegant looking white boxes in Mum’s arms.

‘Do I look psychic?’ she laughed.
‘A well-dressed man just delivered them. Open them and see.’

‘Ok,’ I giggled and took the top
one from her. I opened it and gasped, I’d never had flowers delivered before.
This was a single stem delicate calla lily, my favourite, nestled in electric
blue satin with a hand written note.

Summer, I’m very much looking
forward to our date. Logan x

‘Who’s Logan? Have you got
yourself a boyfriend at last?’ Mum asked as she looked over my shoulder. I
clutched the card to my chest mortified.
Actually Mum, I hired a
professional male lothario for the evening
, probably wouldn’t go down too
well.

‘Never you mind,’ I replied
feeling my cheeks going pink and rolled my eyes as hers lit up.

‘Darling, get me the single stem
rose vase out will you with some water and sugar in,’ she yelled around the
kitchen door.

‘Who’s been buying you flowers?’
Dad yelled back.

‘No one, our Summer’s got an
admirer.’

‘Really?’ he called, sounding
surprised.

‘Thanks, Dad!’ I retorted and
sniffed my lily with a smile and carefully set it on the hall table. I opened
the next box and quickly shut the lid before Mum had a chance to see. I’d got a
glimpse of some seriously sexy emerald green underwear which made me blush even
harder. Logan had got me underwear too? How did he know my size?

‘What is it?’ Mum asked, looking
at me curiously.

‘Stuff,’ I shrugged. ‘Do you mind
if I take the boxes up to my room?’

‘Of course not, but I want to
hear all about this new boyfriend when you get back from your date tonight.’

‘Mum I … I won’t be back until
tomorrow, I’m staying out for the night.’

‘Summer, what aren’t you telling
me?’ she demanded. I blinked at her and was saved by Dad appearing with the
glass vase.

‘What’s going on?’ he asked
eyeing up the boxes.

‘Summer’s got a new boyfriend,
who’s sending her flowers and gifts
and
she’s staying out all night
tonight.’

‘Mum!’

‘Good, it’s about time you had
some fun. You’ve worked so hard trying to make it with your acting, then doing
all these night shifts as well. Just tell me it’s not that wanker you’re
co-starring with?’

‘Darling,’ Mum gasped as she slapped
him on the arm. I just laughed.

‘It’s ok, he is a wanker, he
thinks we’re going to be having actual sex on set and keeps pawing at me.’

‘I’ll knock his bloody teeth out
if he touches you,’ muttered Dad as Mum took the vase off him and carefully
stood my perfect lily in it.

‘I can handle him. I’d better go
and get ready. He’ll be here soon.’

‘Wanker?’

‘No, my … date,’ I felt awful
saying it as Dad’s face lit up. I quickly headed upstairs with my arms full.

I was amazed as I re-opened the
lingerie box, there were some satin emerald green luxury knickers, a matching
strapless bra and kimono, all edged with white lace. The next box contained an
electric blue satin one shouldered mini dress. While it was a little shorter
than I was used to wearing, it would look perfect against my eyes. The next box
contained a pair of matching coloured peep-toe high heels, and best of all a
Lulu Guinness silver glitter lips clutch bag, something I’d even bookmarked to
buy myself when I got my next payment from the film proceeds, assuming it made
some money. I sank down to sit on my original outfits strewn all over the bed
and looked at the items Logan had sent over. These were
expensive,
designer,
gorgeous and
new.
They weren’t just props he pulled out for each client,
he’d purchased these with me in mind, to fit me perfectly, to match my eyes and
colouring, though I wasn’t sure why the green for the underwear. Anyway, he was
very thoughtful, there again that was his job and given what I was paying him,
he ought to be. I quickly did some minimal makeup, lined my eyes and applied a
coat of clear gloss before drying my long hair and flicking out the graduated
sections at the sides. I put on the underwear, dress, and sexy shoes and
giggled, they
did
fit perfectly and I felt sexy in them. I looked in the
mirror and gasped. I
looked
sexy, I barely recognised myself. I did a
twirl before applying some perfume and putting on some silver jewellery and
packing my new favourite clutch. I was going to sleep with this bag, that’s how
much I loved it.

‘Summer, James’s here,’ called Dad.
James?
I mouthed to myself, was Logan undercover? I carefully made my
way downstairs and heard Mum and Dad gasp as they took in my outfit, but not as
loudly as I gasped to see the stranger in a suit standing in our small hall.

‘Miss Beresford, I’m here to take
you to meet Logan. Are you ready?’

‘I am,’ I smiled, feeling a bit
disappointed. I’d loved to have seen Mum’s reaction when she saw Logan’s
gorgeous face.

‘Your date has a driver?’ Mum
raised her eyebrows at me. We didn’t have a lot of money, at least not until
this payment I received, not many people in our street had a car, let alone a
driver.

‘Apparently so. See you
tomorrow.’ I kissed her on the cheek and turned to kiss Dad and he gave me a
hug.

‘You look stunning. Make sure he
continues to treat you respectfully, and if you’re lying to me and it
is
that wanker and he hurts you, I don’t care how big a star he is in Hollywood,
I’ll flatten him.’

‘Thanks, Dad,’ I smiled and
kissed his cheek. ‘See you tomorrow.’ I followed James to a black Mercedes and he
opened the back door for me. I looked at him and smiled and carefully climbed
into the back seat, waving at my parents, who were standing open mouthed in the
doorway as we pulled away. ‘So do you know Logan well?’ I enquired.

‘In a way. I drive for him on a
regular basis, but he’s a very private person.’

‘He’s a nice guy though, right?’
I asked as I nervously twisted my silver ring on my right hand.

‘You’re in perfectly safe hands
with Mr. Steele,’ he smiled in his rear view mirror.
Rather an apt choice of
phrase,
I thought as we sped towards central London.

I stood outside the door of the penthouse
and adjusted my dress.
What if he didn’t like me? If I wasn’t attractive
enough for him to get it up?
I thought as I chewed my mouth again. I’d be
so humiliated. I reminded myself that he asked for pictures before confirming a
booking, which had actually been more humiliating than this. Then there was a
chance of rejection, at least I’d been picked. I pitied the poor women that
plucked up the courage to approach him and were rejected based on looks alone.
He must be such a shallow guy.
What the hell was I doing here?
I turned
around and started walking away, then stopped for a moment, closed my eyes and
thought about it logically. It was one night, one night with a shallow,
super
hot
guy. What harm could it do?

I went back and knocked on the
door firmly and quickly adjusted the hem of my dress again as I heard his
footsteps approaching and the latch being pulled.
No going back now Summer,
I thought as I suddenly felt sick. The door swung open and I blinked rapidly
and gulped so hard I completely drained my mouth of all saliva, which was
possibly a bonus, otherwise I was liable to have dribbled all over the polished
wood floor. However hot Logan looked in his pictures, was
nothing
compared to the man in person. He just exuded confidence, masculinity and raw
sex appeal, no wonder he came so highly recommended. When he smiled I almost
felt as if I was going to faint and swayed on my feet.
O shit Summer, he’s
going to eat you alive
.

Logan

Summer looked even more amazing in the flesh than I’d
imagined. I’d chosen well, the electric blue of her dress really complimented
her skin tone and brought out the sparkle in her eyes, as well as fitting her
curvy body perfectly. I swallowed hard and tried to ignore how much my balls
ached as I looked at her, then suddenly remembered I was supposed to be the guy
in charge. I gave her my best smile and saw her blink and swallow as hard as I
had. Well that was a bonus, my fear that the one woman in years I’d got a
reaction to, being the one woman who
wouldn’t
react to me, seemed totally
unfounded. I reached out quickly and took her hand as she swayed and tried to
grab the door frame. I nearly needed to do the same myself. I’d just felt it,
that elusive “crackle” that everyone spoke about when they touched someone they
apparently had amazing sexual chemistry with. It shot up my arm and straight down,
zapping the hell out of my cock and balls. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. I shouldn’t be
seeing her, this was crossing a seriously unprofessional line. It seemed my
body was ignoring my head however, as I stepped forward and slipped an arm
around her, placing my palm in the small of her back as I leaned in and kissed
her soft smooth cheek.

‘Miss Beresford, you look
stunning tonight,’ I whispered in her ear as I closed my eyes and took a deep
breath. I could smell honey in her hair. Sweet hair, sweet woman and, if my
intuition served me as well as it normally did, I’d lay money on her having the
sweetest tasting cunt as well. I couldn’t turn her away, I had to have her, to
know if she tasted as sweet as she smelled, to know if she’d feel as good as I
was imagining when I fucked her. It was only for the night. One night, then I
could get her out of my system and get back to being emotionally detached, the
way I needed to be. The way I
had
to be.

‘Mr. Steele,’ she breathed in a
sexy tone that made me shudder.

‘Please, call me Logan,’ I
replied, cursing myself for loving the way my surname sounded rolling off her
tongue.

‘You’d better call me Summer
then. So how does this work?’

‘Well, first you come in and I offer
you a drink. You seem nervous. I promise there’s no need to be. We’re just a
couple on a date, Summer.’

‘Ok,’ she nodded. I reluctantly
let go of her hand and gestured for her to step inside and had to tear my eyes
off that curvaceous backside as she slinked over to the lounge area. Fuck, my
cock had just got even harder at the thought of taking that backside. I don’t
think she actually had any idea that she was sexy, she had an almost innocent
glow about her. I closed the door and walked over to her taking my time, so I
could appraise her body and it didn’t disappoint, in any way.

‘Can I get you a drink?’

‘What do you have?’ she asked as
she blinked up at me. I was six foot one, even in heels she was barely five
foot ten, but she was one sexy voluptuous little package.

‘I’ll surprise you,’ I smiled. I
already knew what she’d like. I had a bottle of Champagne chilling, but not the
cheap stuff she drank as a poor substitute. I also knew that she liked Crème de
Cassis in it as well, to add a little extra sweetness to it.

‘You’ve already surprised me.’

‘How so?’

‘The lily and the clothes and …
accessories. They’re so beautiful, thank you so much. How did you know?’

‘Shouldn’t every attentive man
know how to please his date?’

‘Well, one can hope,’ she smiled.
‘Why did you choose green lingerie?’

‘Virgin for the night, green for
naivety, white seemed too obvious a choice,’ I smiled, then frowned as I saw
her chewing the inside of her lip. ‘Why are you so nervous?’

‘This is just a bit surreal. I
don’t even know you and you seem to know so much about me.’

‘Then let me get you that drink
and we can have a seat, relax and get to know each other, just like any couple
on a first date would, before we eat.’ I smiled at her again, thinking fuck the
aphrodisiac risotto I’d planned to make for her, I’d rather eat her, lick her
over and over until those pink cheeks turned scarlet as she panted my name in
that thick chocolate tone and tightened her thighs around my ears.

‘Thanks,’ she gave me a half-smile
and went and perched herself on the edge of the sofa, looking anything but
relaxed. I returned with her drink, and a glass of still water with lime for
myself.

‘Here you are, Summer.’

‘You know my favourite drink,
too? Is there anything you don’t know about me?’

‘I’m very good at what I do,’ I
smiled, with a knowing look. She went a darker shade of pink and sipped her Kir
Royale. I stayed standing, unbuttoned my jacket and slowly slipped it off my
shoulders, watching her face. Her eyes raked down my body and she blinked again,
then chewed her lip even harder as she looked at my crotch. I threw my jacket
over the back of the sofa, unbuttoned my shirt cuffs and rolled back the
sleeves, before sinking back into the corner of the sofa and stretching my arms
across the top, as I placed one ankle on my knee, going for sexily nonchalant.
‘So tell me Summer, why are you looking so tense? Do I make you uncomfortable?’
I’d love to make her uncomfortable in all sorts of positions she probably
didn’t even know she was capable of.

‘I’m just used to planning, I
plan things, and all of a sudden I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight
and I feel on edge.’

‘Would you like me to tell you
what’s going to happen? Would that make you feel better?’

‘I don’t know, maybe,’ she
shrugged and knocked her Champagne back. I frowned, I didn’t want her to get
pissed, I may fuck women for a living, but I’d rather they were conscious and I
had a feeling that Summer didn’t handle her drink well.

‘I’ve prepared some canapés for
us to eat while we have a drink and I get to know you a little, then I’m going
to cook us dinner, then I plan on kissing you, all over. In the spirit of
putting your mind at rest, I’m an extremely good kisser Miss Beresford, you’re
likely to go light headed but I promise you that I’ll hold you up. I’m going to
make sure that I pay close attention to you all night,
very
close
attention, I guarantee no other man will ever have made you feel as good as
I’ll be making you feel,’ I advised as I felt my pulse racing at the thought of
what I planned to do to her. She took me by surprise, putting her empty glass
down on the coffee table and quickly standing up.

‘I’m so sorry, this … was a
mistake. I should … I should leave,’ she stammered. I looked up at her
horrified. No one had ever left.
No one.
I’d be damned if I was letting
the one woman I was desperate to fuck walk out of that door. I stood up quickly
and caught her eye, she blushed and hung her head. I couldn’t understand what
the hell I’d done wrong. It was obvious she found me attractive, I’d yet to
meet a woman that didn’t. I’d been a perfect gentleman and attentive for the
few minutes she’d been here. I took a sharp breath as realisation hit me when I
noticed that she was trembling.

‘O my God. This isn’t your
fantasy night is it?’ I asked softly as I reached out and put my fingers under
her chin, lifting her face to meet my gaze, and was struck by the level of fear
in her eyes. ‘You booked me to take your virginity for real.’

‘You must think I’m so pathetic,’
she whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek, which hurt me right where it
shouldn’t have.

‘Not pathetic, no,’ I frowned
with a shake of my head. ‘Surprised. You’re a beautiful, sexy young woman.’

‘Sexy?’ She gave a nervous laugh
and I reached up and wiped her tear away with my fingertip. I suddenly felt so
protective of her. How could someone as attractive as Summer never have had
sex? I grabbed her waist and pulled her against my body, delighting in the feel
of her soft breasts rubbing against my chest and I heard her take a shaky
breath. ‘What are you doing, Mr. Steele? I told you that I wanted to leave.’

‘You paid me a non-refundable fee
Miss Beresford, and knowing what I know now, there’s no way I’m letting you
walk out of that door. I’m not going to let you lose your virginity to some bumbling
idiot who doesn’t know how to make a woman come multiple times, you could be
put off sex for life and I can’t have that. I’m going to do exactly what you
paid me to do. I’m going to take your virginity tonight, I’ll be gentle,
respectful, and answer any question you want to know about sex. I promise you
that by the time I’m done you’ll no longer have anything to fear and you’ll be
begging me to blow off cooking and spend another few hours making you come.’

‘Hours?’ she whimpered as she
went wide eyed and I felt her heart racing against my chest.

‘I have a feeling with you I
could make it last days,’ I nodded.

‘Do you say that to all the women
you’re paid to sleep with?’ she asked bluntly taking me by surprise.

‘Some of them, but with you I
mean it,’ I replied sincerely.

‘I bet you say that to them too,’
she bit back. Damn it, this wasn’t going well.

‘I don’t, but regardless of
whether you believe me, I came recommended for a reason and right now I’m here
with you. I want
you
, Summer.’

‘Only because I paid you.’ More
tears started to roll down her cheeks.

‘Why did you book me if you’re so
reluctant?’ I asked feeling puzzled. My fees should be enough to put off anyone
who was anything less than serious from signing the final contract.

‘I … I have to fake sex on screen
and I have no idea what I’m doing. I want to be good, to be sexy and seductive
and I thought who better to show me than you? My makeup artist told me all about
you when we were doing screen tests, but this all feels a bit clinical all of a
sudden. Paying someone to sleep with me, someone who doesn’t care about me, who
only cares about my money.’

‘That’s not true.’

‘Yes it is. How many women have
you slept with this month? I bet I’m just another in a long line and you won’t
even remember my name this time next week, you won’t feel anything. Sex is
supposed to be this wonderful connection that people who care about each other
have,’ she sighed.

‘Who says that two people who’ve
just met can’t have a wonderful connection? I care about you right now because
you’re feeling vulnerable and scared and I hate to see any woman feeling that
way. I can understand that this may seem a terrifying proposition to you, but I
promise you if anyone knows how to give you the most incredible experience of
your life it’s me. Who better to show you? You walk out of that door now and
you’ll always wonder what it would have been like to taste me, for me to run my
lips all over your body, to tease those big nipples of yours to stiff points
until you shattered into an explosion of joy. You’ll never know how my tongue
could make you even wetter than you are now, or how multiple orgasms from me
making love to you would feel. Have you ever experienced an orgasm provided by
another man?’

‘No and I … I … I’m too
embarrassed to say,’ she replied dropping her eyes.

‘You’re playing the role of a sex
symbol on screen,’ I reminded her. ‘You need to get comfortable talking about
sex, your wants and desires.’

‘I’ve never had an orgasm full
stop,’ she whispered under her breath. I looked at her shocked.

‘You’ve never masturbated or used
a vibrator?’

‘No,’ she gulped. ‘I had a bad
experience and it put me off wanting to try.’

‘I’m going to kiss you right now
Summer, after I’ve kissed you, if you tell me that you still don’t want me to
carry out our agreement, I’ll call James back to take you home.’

‘But I …’ she started to protest.

‘No buts, it’s just a kiss,’ I
interrupted and reached up to grip the back of her neck, making sure she
couldn’t turn away, and anchored my other hand on her soft backside. I lowered
my lips towards hers and heard her take in a sharp breath and I groaned as I
sealed my mouth over hers and tasted her for the first time. She tasted of
strawberries, sweet, rich and ripe. She tried resisting for a moment then I
heard her make a high pitched moan and as soon as her lips parted, I gently
slid my tongue in and wrapped it around hers. I didn’t even have the urge to
take her the way I usually did, I could still feel her trembling against me and
wanted her to feel safe. No way was I calling James, Summer Beresford wasn’t
leaving until I’d buried my cock into her uncharted folds and given her the
most incredible night of her life. She’d no longer fear sex, she’d crave it.

‘
Logan,
’ she moaned
against my lips and suddenly reached up and put her arms around my neck. I
groaned again as I took her mouth more possessively and not only felt my cock
surge in my boxers, but my stomach did some weird tingling roll.
What the
hell was that?