Logan
"It isn't much by today's standards," I say, walking Natalie through my penthouse. "But it's all I need."
"Isn't much? Are you kidding me, Logan? This place is incredible! Look at that view of the city! And everything is so modern—steel and glass and granite."
"I just meant that some athletes have mansions strewn all across the US, but I'm content with this single penthouse in the sky," I smile.
"Well, if you don't think this is much, I definitely don't want to show you where I live."
"Why's that?" I ask.
"Let me just put it this way," she smiles, pointing toward my kitchen. "I think I can fit my entire cramped studio between your fridge and dining table."
"You know what they say," I shrug. "Size doesn't matter."
She gives me an odd look and it takes me a second to realize the sexual innuendo that just tumbled out of my mouth. I want to kick myself for saying something so stupid. That wasn't what I meant at all. It came out wrong.
I quickly change the subject. "Let me give you a tour," I say. "Follow me."
She seems to like that idea and I take her to the living room.
"Here's the heart of it all," I say, waving one hand around the room.
I watch as she takes it all in. She walks over to my bookcase, silently reading the titles on the spines.
"I didn't know you were such a geek," she smiles. "I'm joking. Sort of. I've just never met a boxer who reads, and you seem to have everything from philosophy to fiction here."
"That's a shame," I say. "People should read more. Feel free to borrow something."
"What's this one?" she says, pulling a thick book off the shelf, and flipping through the pages.
"That's 'Musashi.' Never heard of him? It's a story about one of Japan's greatest warriors."
"I'm sensing a theme," she smiles. "First sushi, and now Japanese books."
"What can I say? I have a deep appreciation for the culture."
"Does everything about you go … so deep?" she asks. And I don't know why, but the way she says it makes my cock twitch.
When I don't respond right away, she asks, "And is that a Japanese sword on the wall?" She places the book down and walks to the other side of the living room.
"It's an antique Japanese Gunto sword," I say, following her. "It belonged to my father."
She seems to be impressed by this and walks over to me. I watch as her hips sway beneath her tight, black dress, and I find myself trying to steady my heartbeat. I feel it gallop in my chest as she places her hand on my arm.
The mood in the room is changing.
"You're a cultured man," she smiles. "You're much more than just a fighter. And I like that."
"I'm cultured because I know how to read and I have a sword on my wall?" I say, jokingly, but I'm just giving her a hard time.
"Well, that is one big sword," she laughs. "And you know what they say about a man with a big sword…"
She has no idea. If she only knew how big the sword in my boxer briefs is right now. The lights from the city skyline catch my attention, glittering at the peripherals of my vision, and it changes my train of thought.
"I have something else to show you," I say.
I grab her hand in mine and lead her to a balcony off the living room. I slide the glass door open and we step outside. The night breeze brushes past our cheeks and I watch as Natalie's hair is swept back.
"This is gorgeous," she says.
"You like it?"
"I love it."
"Standing here, sandwiched between the sky and the city, gives me a feeling I can't explain," I say, leaning against the handrail.
She looks up at the night sky. "I know what you mean. It's like you can feel the world expanding around you and you have a front-row ticket to it all."
I look at the smooth curves of her breasts, and the soft, gentle slope of her neck as she smiles up at the sky. I look at her gold hoop earrings reflecting the light of the moon, and I can definitely feel something expanding right now. But it's not the sky, or the stars, or the city. It's my cock.
"Yeah, something like that," I smile, placing my hand on the small of her back.
As soon as I touch her, she turns to me. "So, what can you teach me about these stars?"
The way she says it sounds like a challenge.
"Easy," I smile, pulling my phone from my pocket and navigating to the Google Sky Map app. If you ever wanted to feel like some geeked-out superhero, this app delivers. I hold it out so that she can see the screen.
"Look, there's Orion, and there's the Big Dipper," I say.
"That's so cool," she smiles, and I watch as the wind blows a few strands of her hair across her crimson lips.
"Did you know that the white and blue stars are the hottest stars in the sky?"
"I didn't," she says, shaking her head slightly. "That's interesting."
"But they aren't the hottest thing I see."
A grin spreads across her face as the realization of what I'm saying hits her. "Is that so?" she purrs, looking over at me. "And what might that be?"
"I think you know," I say, reaching for her and closing the distance between us. Our eyes meet, and I brush my fingers across her lips. Then I move my fingers from her lips to the nape of her neck and I pull her close. Without waiting a second more, I lean in and press my lips to hers.
She tastes better than a bottle of Dom Perignon. Could anything taste sweeter than this woman's lips?
I feel the warm eagerness of her body as she reciprocates and she wraps her arms around my shoulders.
"I've been waiting all night for you to do that," she smiles.