classy
man, I've gotten myself , she thought to herself, congratulating herself silently. He's so masculine,
intelligent, well off and he's extremely good looking. Logan's the type of man I'd
always envisioned myself settling down with, eventually…only not this soon.
“This place is amazing,”
she grinned, taking it all in like a child at an amusement park.
“Sweetheart, this is only
one room,” he chuckled, reaching for her hand. “Let me give you a quick guided
tour.”
He led her down the
expansive hallway, ignoring the large set of curling stairs snaking around and
up to the next floor. Instead, he took her through to the kitchen. It was
probably the biggest kitchen she’d ever seen. It had dark, shiny work surfaces,
two large ovens and a large breakfast bar in the center with tall stools for
seating.
There was even a sofa in
the corner for her to relax on while watching Logan cook. She could imagine it
all already; she could see herself living there. She visualized every enjoyable
moment of her new life with him. A warm feeling filled her at the prospect.
Next, they toured the elegantly
appointed dining room. He had such a great sense of style. Then he showed her
the game room, complete with a pool table, jukebox, pinball machine and a bar, stocked
with drinks and taps for pulling beer. He finally took her upstairs, showing
her a shimmering, perfect bathroom, two spare rooms and the largest bedroom of
all, which would be theirs to share.
“It’s beautiful,” she
smiled, wrapping her arm around his waist as she looked at the massive four-poster
bed. “This place is more beautiful than any dream I've ever had. I'm blown
away! I don’t think I’ve ever slept in such a big bed.”
“It's fit for a queen,
your highness,” he murmured in his low, sultry voice. “Perhaps you’d like to
test it out with me?” He gave her a squeeze.
“What? Right now?” she
asked.
“Yes,” he said with a
twinkle in his eye.
“But…I’m not sleepy yet.”
“Oh sweetheart, I wasn’t
talking about sleeping ...” He winked at her.
“Oh,” she suddenly realized
what he'd meant. She rolled her eyes at how dense she could be. “God, I’m so
slow. I'm sorry.” She gave a little, embarrassed laugh then stood on tiptoes to
kiss him on the lips.
Then in a husky voice, she
said, “Sounds like fun.”
Then, it was fun.
The first time they had sex in that big, four-poster bed was fun, a lot
of fun, indeed.
However, the many times they'd
made love after that first night were typically not as fun. She understood why
he'd wanted to make love that first night; it was special. That was their first
night living together in his house. She could even understand why he might want
to have a repeat performance the night after. However, he wanted to have sex the
night after that, and then again the night after that, and so on…
Charlotte enjoyed sex.
However, she had trouble keeping up with his appetite. He wanted to have sex
every day, sometimes more than once. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to; it was
just she was often tired after work. It was more difficult for her to get into
'the mood' sometimes. She couldn't get turned on as fast, and be as ready to go
as he could.
Sometimes she found
herself engaging in the act just to please him. At those times, it was simply
easier to go through the motions than to upset him. She liked when Logan was
happy; he was much easier to get along with when he got his way. His dark,
moody behavior when something didn't go his way was almost intolerable.
Frankly, it made them both miserable.
When Logan was in a bad
mood, Charlotte invariably ended up with an overwhelming sensation of guilt.
She feared something she did or didn't do caused his upset. Most of the time,
she'd end up enjoying sex, once she’d agreed to it. It was just that she hadn’t
felt like it in the first place. Luckily, it wasn't exactly a grueling task, or
one that took up too much time. It simply didn't feel
man, I've gotten myself , she thought to herself, congratulating herself silently. He's so masculine,
intelligent, well off and he's extremely good looking. Logan's the type of man I'd
always envisioned myself settling down with, eventually…only not this soon.
“This place is amazing,”
she grinned, taking it all in like a child at an amusement park.
“Sweetheart, this is only
one room,” he chuckled, reaching for her hand. “Let me give you a quick guided
tour.”
He led her down the
expansive hallway, ignoring the large set of curling stairs snaking around and
up to the next floor. Instead, he took her through to the kitchen. It was
probably the biggest kitchen she’d ever seen. It had dark, shiny work surfaces,
two large ovens and a large breakfast bar in the center with tall stools for
seating.
There was even a sofa in
the corner for her to relax on while watching Logan cook. She could imagine it
all already; she could see herself living there. She visualized every enjoyable
moment of her new life with him. A warm feeling filled her at the prospect.
Next, they toured the elegantly
appointed dining room. He had such a great sense of style. Then he showed her
the game room, complete with a pool table, jukebox, pinball machine and a bar, stocked
with drinks and taps for pulling beer. He finally took her upstairs, showing
her a shimmering, perfect bathroom, two spare rooms and the largest bedroom of
all, which would be theirs to share.
“It’s beautiful,” she
smiled, wrapping her arm around his waist as she looked at the massive four-poster
bed. “This place is more beautiful than any dream I've ever had. I'm blown
away! I don’t think I’ve ever slept in such a big bed.”
“It's fit for a queen,
your highness,” he murmured in his low, sultry voice. “Perhaps you’d like to
test it out with me?” He gave her a squeeze.
“What? Right now?” she
asked.
“Yes,” he said with a
twinkle in his eye.
“But…I’m not sleepy yet.”
“Oh sweetheart, I wasn’t
talking about sleeping ...” He winked at her.
“Oh,” she suddenly realized
what he'd meant. She rolled her eyes at how dense she could be. “God, I’m so
slow. I'm sorry.” She gave a little, embarrassed laugh then stood on tiptoes to
kiss him on the lips.
Then in a husky voice, she
said, “Sounds like fun.”
Then, it was fun.
The first time they had sex in that big, four-poster bed was fun, a lot
of fun, indeed.
However, the many times they'd
made love after that first night were typically not as fun. She understood why
he'd wanted to make love that first night; it was special. That was their first
night living together in his house. She could even understand why he might want
to have a repeat performance the night after. However, he wanted to have sex the
night after that, and then again the night after that, and so on…
Charlotte enjoyed sex.
However, she had trouble keeping up with his appetite. He wanted to have sex
every day, sometimes more than once. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to; it was
just she was often tired after work. It was more difficult for her to get into
'the mood' sometimes. She couldn't get turned on as fast, and be as ready to go
as he could.
Sometimes she found
herself engaging in the act just to please him. At those times, it was simply
easier to go through the motions than to upset him. She liked when Logan was
happy; he was much easier to get along with when he got his way. His dark,
moody behavior when something didn't go his way was almost intolerable.
Frankly, it made them both miserable.
When Logan was in a bad
mood, Charlotte invariably ended up with an overwhelming sensation of guilt.
She feared something she did or didn't do caused his upset. Most of the time,
she'd end up enjoying sex, once she’d agreed to it. It was just that she hadn’t
felt like it in the first place. Luckily, it wasn't exactly a grueling task, or
one that took up too much time. It simply didn't feel
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