If there was one thing Rory could bet money on it was the fact that Logan always knew how to please her. She remembered how awkward her "first time" had been with Dean. What a shame that she had to fake it to not hurt his feelings but unfortunately that's what women do. They sacrifice their pleasure so as to not destroy the ego of their men. Yet, she had been naïve then, she knew it was possible for women to orgasm and she knew most of it was done through stimulating the clitoris but it obvious that Dean didn't know or didn't care and she still remembered the excuses she had made up for him. These excuses ranged from, "It's probably best that he doesn't know" to "maybe he's too embarrassed to try anything new." It was only later when she had met Logan that she came into the realization of what she had been truly been missing and it was then she had wished she had never been with Dean in that way because while he had obviously enjoyed himself, he hadn't shared in that enjoyment. So what had truly been the point? It had hardly been a work out with him. She could have just dated herself and given herself the orgasms that she knew he would not and could not tend to. But the truth was, if Dean really wanted to know how to please her all he had to do was ask but he never bothered to. Looking back on it Rory wasn't sure if she was suppose to feel used as his sex toy or a canal for his own sexual pleasure or if she should laugh off his ignorance but at the moment she couldn't seem to focus because the beautiful man on top of her was licking the heck out of her clitoris and boy did Logan know a lot about it.

There were times when Logan got adventurous and this was one of them and something that she would always be grateful for was that Logan knew just how to make her into a frenzied ball. He knew how to do it multiple times, he knew how to do it sitting and standing, he knew how long it would take and when to proceed and when to pull back.

The perfect blonde man had his hair in a disarray that was so comical but laughing was the last thing on her mind when massaged her clitoris in that sensual way that he managed. First his thick wet tongue made circular patterns over the small bump and then he licked it up and down in quick movements (what a torturer) when she felt like she couldn't take it anymore he could suck on her numbing clitoris before inserting his fingers into his wife. She felt as if she were in heaven. So much pleasure. So much vibration. So wet and getting wetter. Did this man know how he was making her feel? Thinking of the thickness of his cock entering her and stretching her walls only made her more wet. There was only so much his fingers could do and she ached for him. He kept on inserting fingers in her. First one. Now another. He went in and out, creating a rhythm. This began another familiar pattern and every second or so he would switch routines and move his fingers up and down quickly and rapidly against her walls that constricted in pleasure.

Then just when she felt that she would die, the waves of pleasure moving through her body like contractions were becoming more frequent, he bent down and began licking her clitoris in a circular motion. This man surely wanted her dead. Dean who?

"Who's pussy is this?" He asked huskily in her ear.

"Mine!" She said in defiance.

Far be it from her to allow him to think he was in control. . . but then she remembered that her hands were tied in the matter, quite literally too, Logan had thought it would be fun to tie her hands to the bed post.

"You've been so bad to me lately." He whispered again.

How would she go on?

Especially since her husband was so gorgeous that she could barely meet his eyes. His even smile, his muscular torso. She felt incredibly lucky.

She could feel the mist of his hot breath in her ear leaving goosebumps there. His fingers were still moving rapidly inside her and her hips followed his movements, bending and buckling at his will. She was dying to be taken by him. By her husband.

He started unbuckling his pants and sliding his jeans off, in matter of seconds he was hovering over her completely naked just as she was. His condition was incredibly obvious, Rory had never seen him that hard before. He was nude and so glorious and that was part of the problem. She was weak.

"Take me." She begged him.

Logan looked at his wife as if she had just grown two heads. This was new. She was begging for it? Wasn't it usually the other way around? Still, that was all he needed to hear before he slid his large self into her tiny core. What could he say? He was a sucker for the blue eyed babe.

They both let out a simultaneous moan at the sheer friction of it. There was something about a penis sliding into you after weeks of penis withdraw that made the feeling even more intense. He began to slid in and out of her at such a quick pace that it was almost as if he was a 16 year old virgin again, she had the ability to do that to him. He was willing and eager to meet her where she was. Knowing that the friction alone would not be enough for his wife to be that puddled mess in front of him he began to use his thumb, rubbing her clitoris in the way that made her lose her mind.

And then, without warning, he stopped.

He smiled, " Who's pussy is this?" His eyes sparking with every bit of his mischievous soul.

She was beyond words, "Yours!" She screamed.

And then he continued on.

Oh how she loved his man. Loved the way he was looking at her. Loved the way he could make her feel. Loved that everything came so natural to them. Loved that he was the only man that could make her feel this way.

Then she felt it. It was like a tightening in her stomach. A feeling like she was about to blow. She suddenly felt like the sexiest woman alive and then came a wave of pleasure like no other. One that made every part of her tingle and her muscles contract from the crown of her head to the very bottom of her toes. She lifted her legs, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and curled her toes in sheer ecstasy. She felt Logan move a tad bit slower, intensifying her feeling before she felt something warm and liquidity shoot into her from him. So he definitely came too, well good for him.

Finally, when she regained consciousness she opened her eyes to find him looking her in a concerned manner.

"I'm fine." She barely got out.

It was a lie, obviously. This was hands down the most earth shattering orgasm she had ever had. With anyone. To put his mind to easy she smiled.

His brown orbs seemed to be considering something too before he returned the smile and began laying butterfly kisses all over her face. She laughed at his exuberance and he pull out from her still soaked folds.

"Think you can help me here?" She motioned to the socks of his that were currently holding her to the best post leaving her exposed.

"Sorry Ace, I think I like you better this way." He explained, laying kisses on her bare stomach.

"Logan –!"

Knowing that he was about to endure the longest nagging his wife had to offer he quickly cut her off with a kiss before removing the socks from the knot in her wrists. Who would have known that an argument simply from him leaving socks thrown everywhere in the bedroom would have led to this? She could not stop staring at the dark handsome eyes, where they thinking of her? Did they find her eyes as equally attractive? Did he know that when he unleashed the force of his eyes on her they still made her feel like the sexiest woman on Earth?

With her hands finally free they went straight to his hair. This was their routine, one that took seven months to build. Logan rested is head on her shoulder and she played with his hair until he went unconscious. It was Heaven for both of them and naturally he would go to sleep every night faster than her. There was something about the honest nature of Logan that gave him the same innocence as a child. He had no secrets, no worries, and no regrets therefore nothing to keep him up at night. He was perfectly angelic and that was something that no one would believe, especially their old friends.

Despite the fact that Logan had been raised by a tactless and hard woman he knew how to treat women. Well, perhaps not the one night stands that still pinned for his affection – sometimes Rory would answer his cell phone and old conquests of his would be inquisitive over his whereabouts to rekindle a flame that Rory immediately extinguished – yet he had always knew how to treat her and he remained an honest and open book to her. Rory had never been attracted to his type, had never wanted to be the girl who tamed the beast but now she realized that she had.

As his wife Logan always gave her every bit of attention and respect she deserved. They were still in that honeymoon stage that they had somewhat missed in the early parts of their marriage so it also helped that he was constantly parading her around like she was the only woman left on the planet. He was always the one making her seashell bracelets when they went on their retreats at the Hamptons, the Huntzberger home by the water was always instrumental in some serious romance that Logan managed to pull off. Recently she had gotten in the habit of preparing them dinner every night with pre-made food she ordered from restaurants, she merely heated the food yet he was impressed none the less. During dinner they would talk endlessly about the day's events, laugh about their old adventures as a much younger couple at Yale and dance to what ever classic jazz tune they heard on the radio. Most times they danced without the music. They just wanted an excuse to touch each other. It was love.

They spent hours separated during work yet they made up for it at night. They stayed up most nights watching the sunrise on the roof of their brownstone, drinking champagne to celebrate the beginning of a new day because Logan was adamant that every single day was an excuse to bring out the bubbly. Not just the holidays.

His smile whenever he came home from work mirrored her own. Happy young couple was what everyone thought. At work there was still the whole problem of being married to the boss but luckily she had moved to a different department and he was always in the top floor keeping busy with meetings and yet he regularly would come down to see her, wrapping his arms around her and kidnapping her for lunch. They were inseparable because even though it killed Rory to admit it, the love they had for each other in college wasn't unreal for temporary. It was the real deal. Her saying no to his proposal was just her being her stupid self and trying to fight the inevitable.

So every night for a week now she laid awake watching the beautiful blonde man asleep in her arms and wondering how on earth she could have ever thought of leaving him. She hadn't been in touch with Warren in ages. He still called her cell every week to no avail, leaving messages and trying to get her to answer. With the months passing by quickly each voice mail he would leave her was becoming shorter but the problem was: he was still leaving them. Even Logan was starting to get suspicious that her phone was always ringing at the same time by the same number, he hid his annoyance well though. She suspected that the last thing he wanted was to act or sound like one of those husbands. The ones who would simply reach over and just answer the phone.

Rory was beginning to think that she would never want this marriage to end. She was determined to make it work. She wanted to fix her relationship with her mother and meet with her old Death Brigade friends too, the ones that she knew Logan was keeping her from, he was afraid that they would be too much for her right now. She was going to fix everything and make anything work as long as she was guaranteed to always feel this way with the man she loved.

Nine Hours Later. . .

"Lexi I don't know how else to put this but who the hell did you find out where I live?"

The sexy blonde with the almond shaped eyes and the tiny waist merely giggled and stepped closer to the jumpy heart throb.

"I got it from your mom silly."

He should have known.

"You need to go." He said sternly enough to get her attention but quiet enough not to alarm his wife. After all, Rory was still in bed and would be getting up soon. Arguing by the front door of their home with some persistent one night stand of his past was never wise. He needed to get his woman out of her. She been practically stalking him for weeks now but not to this extent.

"That's not what you told me yesterday." She was now pulling at his tie and purring in his ear.

At that time Logan prayed with all his heart that his wife would never find out. He looked around to make sure he was alone and not being watched before he quickly got into an awaiting black town car with the beautiful woman who had bore his child. No, Rory will never know. He would make sure of it.

That morning Rory awoke with a smile gracing her features. Was it possible to feel happier with memories? A year ago she would have answered "no" having had no good luck, no breaks, and no good memories but the last couple months it was almost as if Logan and his love for her had healed her. Just the memory of their vigorous love making a couple hours made her loopy and giggly. Logan was gone, he was such the early bird these days.

Looking at herself in the mirror she noticed that she had never looked better. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips pouty and pink, her hair a shiny mess, not a blemish in sight, and her eyes sparkled. She looked slightly crazed. That's what that man did to her. She dressed the designer clothing Logan had always insisted in buying her despite her aversion to anything expensive. She gathered her mug of coffee and headed out into the city optimistic in the fact that today would be a good day, a new day, one where she would finally stop fighting the universe and simply just be with her husband.