Free Virgin for the Night (For The Night #2) by C.J. Fallowfield

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