At the threshold, he bent his head and kissed her again, and when they parted, she walked past him into his room.
It was then he remembered the mess he’d left behind before he went on the date. “Shit, I didn’t expect to bring anyone back tonight.” He rushed around her to gather up the clothing that was strewn across the bed. “I had a wardrobe crises. Couldn’t decide what to wear.”
Harriet giggled. “Me, too, my closet looks like it exploded all over my room.”
He dumped the pile of clothing into his walk-in and shut the door. When he turned back to Harriet, she was hovering by his bed.
Logan felt like he needed to pinch himself. This wasn’t something he’d thought would ever happen. Off and on across the years of their friendship, he’d had an occasional daydream that they might cross over the line of friendship, but he never actually thought they’d see this moment. Even in moments of weakness, when he allowed himself to imagine kissing her or telling her he was falling in love with her, he hadn’t dared to allow his mind to go as far as picturing her in his room, and now, he was about to undress her.
He stood in front of her, his fingers tracing the buttons on her blouse. As he undid the first, she looked up at him, and helped him undo the rest. Logan smoothed the cotton fabric down her arms and dipped his head so he could kiss her collar bone. Harriet sighed, and as his mouth brushed across her tanned skin, she shivered involuntarily. Her hands shook a little as she pressed them to his chest, and Logan became aware that his legs felt unsteady, too.
He climbed onto the bed, and helped her settle next to him, and for a moment, he realized he was as nervous as he had been the first time he had sex. Somehow, their eight years of history together wasn’t making this any easier.
Logan lay back on the bed and pulled her tight against him. They went back to kissing, but as the kissing grew in intensity, the nerves disappeared. Logan brushed her skirt up her thighs, his hands running over the smooth skin until they hit the silkiness of her panties. As he caressed her bottom, the mewl that slipped from her throat fueled his ardor, and he swept his hand around to the front of her panties, and slipped his fingers inside. Harriet lifted her hips to meet him, and as his finger delved between her folds, she groaned at his touch.
Her head kicked back on his pillow, and her long, honey-colored tresses splayed across his sheets. Logan rose over Harriet as his fingers explored. Delving in deeper, his thumb circled her clit, and Harriet’s eyes closed, and her hips synchronized with his movements.
Suddenly, she rolled him onto his back, grabbed hold of his shirt, and tugged it over his head, then reached for his jeans. Between the two of them, they hurriedly unfastened them, and Logan wriggled them down his legs. He hooked his fingers inside her panties, tugged them down, and Harriet kicked them away before climbing on top of him.
Straddling him with her skirt still on, she held his gaze as she lowered herself onto his erection, her eyes closing as he sank inside her and filled her up. Gazing up at her, he found himself bewitched by her beauty as she rode on top of him. He placed his hands on her waist, and bent her forward, so he could suckle at her breasts. As her excitement built, he rolled them over, and rose above her, so he could bury his cock deeper inside her.
Harriet’s cry at her release came out in a rush. From then on, Logan was out of control, his heart pounding, his hips thrusting as he came.
After, Logan pulled her into his side, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. They fell asleep, knotted together, their friendship cemented, and something stronger developing between them.
Logan woke early, disturbed by Harriet climbing out of bed, and for a moment, he wondered if she was sneaking out on him. “Hey, you’re not leaving me, are you?”
She smiled and leaned over to kiss him. “It’s Monday, I have to go to work.”
He groaned. “Damn, you sure you have to?”
She blushed a little, and the flush went down her neck. Logan couldn’t resist pulling her back and kissing across the swell of her breasts. “I- mmm, Logan…”
“Hmm?” He looked up at her and winked.
“I really do have to go. I have a presentation at nine.”
“How important is the client?” He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, and the gasp that he provoked made him chuckle.
She squirmed against him, her hand doing its own exploring. When her fingers wrapped around his dick, he groaned. “Just ten minutes?”
She stroked along his length and raised an eyebrow. “You think you can make it worth my while in ten minutes?”
He pushed her back onto the mattress, and before she had a chance to say anything more, he had parted her legs, and wriggled between them. Blowing gently across her sex, she writhed, and he held her still. “Oh, I know I can.”
Logan was true to his word, and with his fingers and his mouth, he played with her until he’d kept his promise. He was left with a minute to spare. “Something to remember me by while you meet your client.”
She blushed, bright red this time, and he laughed at her expression. “Don’t you have to hurry? You have a presentation to do.”
After Harriet left for work, Logan opened up his phone and went onto Tinder. He had a feeling he’d never be using this account again and he was close to deleting it, but at the
