Quickly he typed. You prefer sex fully clothed or naked?
Harriet’s reply came while he was in the shower, and he stepped out to take a look.
You naked, every time.
He grinned and typed back. I meant you.
I like whatever you like, but last night… with me half-dressed, mmm, that was hot.
His smile grew wider. It sure was. Harriet had a fantastic body, and he had enjoyed the view this morning, but he’d loved the sight of her half-undressed, her skirt around her waist, her blouse hanging open as she rode him.
Morning sex or night time sex?
Her answer was faster this time. Both.
He typed. My tongue, my fingers, or my dick?
Oh, God, Logan, you have to stop, I’ve got to meet my client in ten minutes, and now my panties are wet!
Logan rolled onto his back and groaned. The thought of her wet turned him on even more. Take them off, then.
The next message that came back was a picture of Harriet’s underwear on the floor.
Jesus, now he was going to be thinking about that all day. He looked down at himself, and swept a hand over his erection. Damn it, that was going to need some attention.
When Harriet arrived home at six, Logan was just about out of patience. As soon as she walked in through the door, he prowled over to her. Their sexting back and forth had continued off and on all day, and now he was as horny as a dog.
He grabbed hold of her and pushed her against the wall, his hand roving up her thigh, slipping under her tight skirt. She laughed. “You looking for something?”
His fingers found her bare pussy and he growled back at her. “You didn’t put them back on?”
“No. They’ve been in my bag all day.”
Logan had no idea if she was just saying that or not, but the mere thought that it was true was too much. Hitching up her skirt, he dropped to the floor and flicked his tongue over her sex. “You never answered my question.”
“W-which one?”
“My fingers.” He rubbed her clit, and she writhed. “My tongue.” He lapped at her, again. “Or…”
“All of them,” she panted. “But right now, I want you inside me.”
Logan stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, shucking it from his shoulders, and dropping it to the floor. The belt went next, and he discarded that too. Then he reached for his jeans and she stopped him.
“Here, let me help you.”
He hissed as she undid the fly and wrapped her hand around his erection. Then she leaned in, “I changed my mind. I think it could be fun if you’re half-dressed, too.”
“Yeah?” Logan inched his jeans over his hips and lifted her up.
There was a moment when the two of them teetered, and he had to use the wall to support her while they got everything lined up, but the hastily pulled aside clothing, and the whole day of teasing each other across messages fueled a fast and passionate coming together.
After, as he kissed her, the two of them clinging onto each other, she pressed her hands against his chest. “Don’t you have a bar to open?”
“Fuck.” He leaned his forehead against hers. The bar had been the furthest thing from his mind. He glanced at the time on the microwave and groaned. He had never opened the bar late—but then he had never had such a beautiful distraction as Harriet before either. “I, um, should go do that. It’s Sarah’s night off.”
“I’ll come down and keep you company, if you like?”
He winked at her. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He couldn’t imagine anything better than her sitting at the bar while he worked.
18
Harriet
Harriet lay on Logan’s bed, basking in the satiated feeling that having sex had left her in. Every time she remembered a little detail of last night, this morning, or this evening, a delicious contentment washed over her. Why hadn’t they done this before? She wracked her brain trying to figure out how come they had always been friends, but nothing more. In the end, she decided it was simply down to their individual lives not lining up. Either she or Logan were always in another relationship, or she had been out of state, back at the family home helping Miles deal with the ranch while their father was dying.
The opportunity had never arisen, and it probably still wouldn’t have if Sarah and Lori hadn’t helped her mastermind this whole blind date ruse for Logan. Jeepers, she still couldn’t believe that worked. Honestly, she thought she’d have to laugh it off, pretend it was some prank or something.
As she changed her clothes to get ready to go downstairs and join Logan in the bar, her phone buzzed, and she opened a message from Lori.
Okay, I cannot wait any longer. Please, tell me what happened last night. You guys were back so early!
Harriet shook her head. Honestly, Lori had been very restrained. She’d expected her to text her all day to find out if the date was successful. Harriet chewed on her lip. Even though she wanted to thank her friend for all her help, she also wanted to keep the details to herself just a little longer. After all, it was the very early days of this new relationship. She and Logan hadn’t even been together for a full twenty-four hours yet. They still had a long way to go before she dared think of them as a couple.
Not that she thought she and Logan couldn’t make it… far from it, she was convinced they would. Their friendship was as strong as it could be, and she’d already lived with the guy for just over four months, so she knew what she was getting herself in for… but somehow, it only being the two of them in the know, made the shift more
