Virgin for the Night (For The Night #2) (7 page)

Logan

I cursed in the morning when I woke up, with Summer draped
across my body. I never slept while I was working, I’d just felt so relaxed and
content as she lay in my arms I must have drifted off. It really was good that we
weren’t going to see each other again, she was going to completely ruin my
professionalism with too many more nights. I checked my watch, it was already
quarter to nine and nine-thirty was the latest I stayed with them. I sighed, if
I didn’t get her up and out now, I’d end up fucking her raw for the rest of the
day. I took one last look at her sleeping on me, kissed her forehead and
carefully climbed out from under her, giving her a pillow to hold instead. I
had a quick shower and shave, then dressed in fresh underwear, jeans and a
shirt I’d left hanging in the wardrobe and lay out another set of new white
lace underwear I’d kept for her here, packing her green used ones in the empty
box for her to take home, and went to wake her up.

‘Morning,’ I smiled as she lazily
opened her eyes.

‘I don’t do mornings,’ she
sighed. ‘Can we sleep a bit longer?’

‘I need to get you home.’

‘We can’t do some more lessons
first?’ she asked, looking at me as she bit her thumb nail.

‘No, because you’ll be hurting
this morning. Would you like some breakfast?’

‘What do you have?’

‘Coco Pops, a milky coffee with
one sugar and a croissant.’

‘How do you
know
these
things?’ she gasped looking at me wide eyed. I smoothed her hair away from her
face, kissed her forehead and headed out before I was tempted to take her up on
her lessons request.
How the fuck was I going to watch her walk away from
me, when something inside me was screaming at me to never let her go or I’d
regret it forever?

Summer

I winced as I cleaned myself in
the shower, Logan was right, I
was
sore. I couldn’t comprehend how he
could fuck any harder, or for longer, than he had last night. I washed and
dried my hair and found a note next to the toiletries in the bathroom, saying
that they were for me to take home in the designer metal train case with
folding out compartments. He really was something else. When I found the new
white La Perla underwear he’d left out on the bed, next to the box containing
my used green set, I felt tears welling up. How would any man ever compare
after a woman had been with Logan? I felt my stomach twist at the thought that
not only would I never see him again, but that he’d be repeating the entire
evening with another woman very soon, maybe even tonight. ‘
It was always
about losing your virginity and giving you some confidence, Summer Beresford,
’
I told myself as I shrugged on my dress, which he’d thoughtfully hung in the
wardrobe for me sometime last night. I pulled on my heels and headed out,
without makeup, to see him sitting at the dining table, drinking coffee. I
shook off my melancholy and went to join him.

I was surprised when he’d settled
me into a gunmetal BMW i8, I’d thought he was bringing me down for his driver
to take me home. I ran my hand over the interior of the car, it was gorgeous
and super sexy, Logan to a T. I just prayed that Mum and Dad wouldn’t be
sitting in the lounge looking out of the window waiting for me, how the hell
would I explain this? I could feel some tension emanating off Logan as he
drove, he didn’t even ask where I lived, not that it surprised me, he seemed to
know pretty much everything about me. I wondered if I’d done or said something
wrong, if anything it should be me that was tense, I didn’t exactly live in the
nicest part of London and he was all rich and flash. I don’t know why it
bothered me, but I didn’t want him to look down on me. I tried not to look at
him as he was driving, he had on a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses and with
his hands on the wheel of a seriously sexy car, he just exuded masculinity and
raw sexual charisma. How had I never felt this way about a guy before?

The journey went faster than I’d
have liked and he expertly pulled into a space at the end of my road,
thankfully a few doors away from my house. I was sure the throttled roar of his
engine, along with me, dressed up like this at this time in the morning, would
be enough to have all the neighbours twitching their net curtains and
gossiping. He took off his sunglasses and tucked them into the top pocket of
his jacket, then came and helped me out of the car. He surprised me by holding
my hand, lacing our fingers together, and walking me to my front door. I
suddenly felt tearful, I’d just had the most incredible and intimate night of
my life and I was never going to see him again, I was surprised at how hurt I
felt about it. He let go of my hand as I placed my bags on the floor, then
clasped my face between his, forcing me to look up at him, but all I could see in
the reflection of his grey eyes was my blue ones.

‘I know you probably won’t
believe me, but I really had the most amazing night with you, Summer
Beresford.’

‘I had an amazing time too, thank
you so much for …
everything,
’ I nodded as I bit the inside of my mouth
trying to stem the tears.

‘You’re welcome. Thank you for
trusting me to take care of you. Just promise me that you’ll take care of
yourself, don’t let anyone take advantage of you and work your arse off, you
can do this role, you were born to do this role.’

‘You were born to do yours,
Logan,’ I replied with a sad smile and reached up and palmed the side of his
face. ‘I’ll never forget how special you made me feel.’ I tiptoed up to kiss
his cheek and heard him inhale sharply.

‘I’ll never forget you,’ he
replied quietly, seeming so sincere it made my stomach do that funny flip flop.
He kissed me on the forehead, put his sunglasses back on then spun on his heels
and walked away. I stood on the doorstep and watched him as some tears rolled
down my face, part of me willing him to turn around and look at me, to let me
know that I hadn’t just been another client to him, that he’d felt a connection
to me, like I’d felt to him. I was still waiting for the sign as his expensive car
roared past, his determined face fixed firmly on the road ahead. I leaned back
against the brick porch wall and covered my face with my hands, wondering if
all his women felt like this the morning after. I shook myself off, I couldn’t
have any regrets, I’d got to meet the infamous Logan Steele, to lose my
virginity to him, to experience at least some of his charms and skills, even if
it was just for the night. He was just doing his job, making me feel everything
I’d asked him to, I was nothing to him, but he was the man who’d put me in
touch with my sexuality, who’d made me trust again. Escort or not, Logan Steele
was going to be a tough act to top for any man.

Logan

I couldn’t speak to her in the car, for once I was lost for
words, I had absolutely no idea what to say to her. Last night had been the
most incredible night of my life, I’d felt more connected to a virtual stranger
than any of my previous girlfriends. Besides, it wasn’t like she’d believe me
if I told her that I was falling for her, that I’d love to see her on a
personal level. She’d never believe me, let alone trust me. Hell, why was I
even thinking about it? She wouldn’t even want me, what woman would when she
knew what my career had been for so long? What woman would trust a guy with my
damn history and reputation? I was the master of fucking deception with some
clients, like Camilla Domville. I could win a damn Oscar for some of the sexual
roles I’d played over the years, yet in this moment, as I looked over at her as
I drove, my glasses masking the sly glances at her perfect face, I realised the
only person I was deceiving was myself. I’d always imagined finding a nice
girl, instead of years of playing the field, that we’d get married, settle down
and have kids, then I’d gone and lost my job as manager of a new build firm
that went under and thought I’d try this escort lark as a bit of fun to earn
some money while I looked for another job.

I’d never expected to do so well
at it, or what money could be made from it, let alone that I’d still be doing
it four years later. It had set me up with a very secure financial future
already. I liked my designer clothes and flash car, eating in expensive restaurants
and having an expensive wharf house apartment in Limehouse docks, an up and
coming trendy area of London. Who was I kidding? I wasn’t the settling down
kind of guy, I wasn’t the kind of guy that a sweet woman like Summer should be
with. The closer we got to her house, the heavier my heart felt, I knew if I
dropped her at that door and walked away I was fully committing to my life as I
knew it for good. If I couldn’t take a risk on her, on someone who’d made me
feel
for the first time in years, who I’d relaxed with and let see a glimpse of the
real me, then who could I settle down with? While I did what I did, I was never
going to meet anyone other than clients. And no client in their right mind
would think of settling down with a supposedly reformed male prostitute.

I parked the car and got out,
removing my glasses and tucking them in the top pocket of my jacket as I held
out my hand to help her up, trying desperately not to look at her sexy legs as
she climbed out, then her backside as she wriggled her hips and tugged down her
dress with her free hand, before grabbing her clutch bag, underwear bag and new
cosmetics case. We walked silently to her front door and I watched a neighbour peeking
out from behind her nets at us. It wasn’t a particularly affluent area, which
only made me feel even more protective over her.
Damn it
, I felt so
conflicted. I took a deep breath as we stood in her porch and she put her things
down on the front door mat and I clasped her face as she straightened up.

‘I know you probably won’t
believe me, but I really had the most amazing night with you, Summer
Beresford,’ I sighed, speaking completely from the heart for once.

‘I had an amazing time too, thank
you so much for …
everything,
’ she nodded. I saw her bite the inside of
her mouth, she looked tearful, she was probably exhausted, I’d worked her
fairly hard for her first time.

‘You’re welcome. Thank you for
trusting me to take care of you. Just promise me that you’ll take care of
yourself, don’t let anyone take advantage of you and work your arse off, you
can do this role, you were
born
to do this role.’

‘You were born to do yours,
Logan,’ she replied as she reached up touched my face. ‘I’ll never forget how
you made me feel.’ She tiptoed up to kiss my cheek and I closed my eyes and
inhaled sharply. I wanted to drag her tightly against me and kiss her properly,
tell her that I genuinely liked her, but the words “You were born to do yours,
Logan” told me exactly what she thought of me. I was just the guy she hired to
fuck her, pure and simple.

‘I’ll never forget you,’ I sighed
and tenderly kissed her forehead, quickly put my sunglasses back on and walked
away before I made a fool of myself. I strode back to my car, I couldn’t look
back, I’d be crushed to see she’d already gone in and shut the door, I don’t
think even my ego would have handled that today.

I climbed in my car and sat there
for a minute. I could still smell her in here, surrounding me. I closed my eyes
as flashes of the evening came back to me. Flashes that had my cock unfurl
again. I quickly picked up my iPhone and before I had a chance to change my
mind deleted her client file and blocked her email, making sure if she requested
another appointment, I’d never know about it. Seeing her again would be just too
hard. I knew it from the moment I saw her photograph that I wouldn’t be able to
stay objective, I should never have taken the damn appointment in the first
place. The minute I knew it wasn’t just my cock reacting like normal, I should
have declined. She was right, other than losing some of my carefully perfected
façade around her, I
was
good at my job and my job was what I was going
to focus on. Soon Summer Beresford would be a distant memory, I’d fuck her well
and truly out of my system, she was just a ridiculous crush that I’d soon
forget about.

I started my engine, flicking on
the radio as I sped off, One Directions
Story of my Life
was playing,
and my shoulders raised in a silent laugh as the irony of the lyrics hit me,
summing up everything I was feeling in that moment.

“
And I’ll be gone,
gone tonight

The ground beneath
my feet is open wide

The way that I’ve
been holdin’ on too tight

With nothing in
between.

The story of my
life

I take her home,

I drive all night
to keep her warm

And time is frozen

The story of my
life
”

‘Yep, today just sums up the story of your life, well you
made your damn bed, you’d better keep fucking in it, Logan Steele,’ I muttered
to myself with a frown as I thought about next weeks’ client Yasmin, and her
request that we get seriously down and dirty. I had just the idea in mind.

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Filthy for the Night

My next client is Yasmin Taylor, a footballer’s wife who’s
bored of the constant lonely nights while he’s on tour. She’s a regular of
mine, booking me at least one a quarter. Due to her husband’s high profile in
the media, he didn’t dare offer her the sort of kink that really got her off.
Enter Logan Steele. I was more than man enough to accept that challenge, but
given our last few encounters, when her brief specified that she wanted real
filth for the night, I had to wrack my brains to come up with something
filthier than we’d already done, something new, something to raise the bar even
higher. Something that hopefully wouldn’t land either of us in a jail cell for
the night, or snapped mid-act by a member of the paparazzi.

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