Rory watched the pages fly off of her page–a-day calendar like leaves from a tree in fall. April went by quickly and May arrived in a whirlwind of life changes for Rory and Logan.

The New York office of Logan's company officially opened. They celebrated with a large formal party that included all of the staff and their significant others, business associates and some local press. This was the first big event they were attending as a couple and Logan was excited to show Rory off. For her part, Rory was nervous about finally meeting his business partners, Paul and Roger, the men with whom Logan considered his most trusted confidants. Truth be told, so was even more apprehensive to meet their wives, knowing that she would have to charm them even more so than their husbands. She quickly realized that her apprehension was unfounded when all four accepted her into their circle without question. To Logan's dismay, they regaled her with tales of his west coast bachelor ways and had her laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. Logan was happy to be the butt of the joke if it would make her laugh the way she was.

"So, Rory, tell us what Logan was like in college," Roger asked.

Rory smirked. Logan was standing behind her, so she turned to look up at him, trying to think of which insane story she wanted to tell. He raised his eyebrow as if to challenge her to do her worst. She smiled and animatedly turned back towards the group.

"He convinced me to go to Key West for the weekend during one particularly bad snowstorm we were having. At the time, I felt like I hadn't been warm for months, so I happily agreed." Rory had captivated her audience, and behind her, she felt Logan chuckle as he undoubtedly recalled the memory she was telling.

"Logan claims to be a master yachter, but it always seems like we get into trouble on boats. This particular boat ended up about 15 miles off the coast of Cuba with no power. We were drifting and were finally rescued by the coast guard, but they were running low on gas, and I guess they have some kind of agreement with the Cuban government that they can refuel in Havana. This apparently happens more than we know. We were both so surprised to be in Cuba, and somehow Logan charmed the coast guard officers and we ended up getting a private tour of the city before we were returned to Key West. That's not an experience most people can say they've had."

"So he really hasn't changed much, has he," Paul's wife Alison asked.

"In my defense, not once have I taken your husband to a closed communist country," Logan asked.

"Yes, Allie, we only got to the demilitarized zone, we didn't actually make it into North Korea," Paul clarified.

"It wasn't for lack of trying, though," Roger added.

The group laughed at his clarification and it led to a conversation about the most exotic places they had been. Rory leaned back so that her back aligned with Logan's front. He put his arm around her and they both stood together, appreciating the ease they felt with his friends.

Rory was a little drunk on good champagne and Logan's success. It wasn't noticeable to others, but Logan could tell that her nose was a little pinker, her eyes were a little glassy, and her smile was bigger than normal. He stood at the bar, watching her interact with their public relations team, feeling proud for the umpteenth time that night that she would be going home with him.

"She's lovely." Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed Abigail, Roger's wife standing next to him. He turned in her direction.

"Now we know why you never dated" she said, smiling at him.

"Yes, it wasn't because I was gay. Sorry you lost that bet though," Logan replied with a smile. Abigail blushed, knowing that the silly bet she and Allie had made about the absence of women in Logan's life had been uncovered.

"Logan, we've worried about you. You've worked yourself to the bone trying to get this company off the ground, and you've taken it farther than any of us could have imagined. Your dedication to my husband is beyond any business partnership I've ever seen. But we could tell something was missing. I'm so happy to see that she's returned."

Logan took a sip of his drink allowing her words to sink in. Logan had never been one to cultivate friendships with women, but as his partnership with Roger and Paul grew, they became his family. It meant that Allie and Abigail fussed over him like mother hens sometimes, but they were steadfast and loyal in their friendship with him, and he appreciated it more than she would know.

"We just bought a house," he told her. "We're settling at the end of this month."

"I expect to be invited over for cocktails as soon as you're settled. She's losing her buzz, you should take her some more champagne. And watch Ted from marketing. He tends to get a little handsy as the night wears on," she warned.

"Thanks, Abby," he said, kissing her on the cheek and setting off to replenish Rory's drink.

By the time the party had wrapped up and they were in a car taking them back to Rory's apartment, she was feeling very good, and could barely keep her hands off of him. She was so turned on with the way that Logan commanded respect from his employees, but still genuinely cared about them and their well-being. She had noticed that he knew the names and details of each person's significant other, even if tonight was their first introduction. He led her around the room, his hand on the small of her back, and made each person there feel as if they were the only person he had wanted to see. He had always been a charmer, but now, she could see that his uncanny nack for remembering small details was part of what made him so successful.

In the car, she kept running her hands over his chest, inside of his jacket. The warmth that was radiating from his body made her want to explore even further. Whenever she was bordering on inappropriate, he stopped her, and pacified her with a chaste kiss to the forehead or cheek. Of course he was not unaffected. A gorgeous woman in a slinky black dress was throwing herself at him, but he knew that if he let her get her drunken way, he would never be able to use this driver again, and he had developed a great rapport with him. Logan was grateful when they finally pulled up to the building. He quickly said goodnight to the driver and helped a stumbling Rory out of the car.

In the elevator, her efforts doubled and he found himself cursing the slow car. Knowing there was a security camera, he wouldn't let her at her goal until they were in the safety of her apartment.

Finally, they arrived on her floor and he quickly disengaged the lock to her door. As soon as they were in the confines of her apartment, he backed her up against the wall and kissed her deeply. Her dress had a vintage, 1920's look to it and he loved the way the silk felt in his hands. Being sure that she was pinned between his body and the wall, he grabbed her leg and hitched it over his hip, grinding his already hard cock into her hot core. She moaned at the feeling and attacked his lips, pushing her chest into his, allowing him access. He pushed down the straps of her dress and it pooled at her feet on the floor. Taking a step back, he noticed that she was wearing nothing black lace, with a garter belt holding up her black silk stockings. He groaned, remembering once that he told her of his garter belt fantasy. Needing relief, he palmed his cock and watched the goddess standing in front of him, as she shyly made her way to the bedroom, beckoning him to follow her by playfully grabbing his tie and leading him there.

By the time they made it to the bedroom, he could no longer tolerate how aroused he was. The sexy sway of her hips, the way her ass looked in her sexy cheeky underwear…He picked her up and threw her down on the bed, quickly discarding his own clothing. Pushing her panties aside, he plunged into her, unable to contain himself anymore. She screamed out his name as she felt him hitting the back of her.

He pounded into her and she saw stars in the back of her eyes. "Fuck, Logan. Harder! Faster!" she demanded. He was only too willing to oblige. He could tell that she was close and he felt the familiar coil in his abdomen, so he reached down and pinched her clit. She screamed out as she fell over the cliff and with her walls clenching around him, he flowed her.

Coming down from a spectacular orgasm, he fell down next to her while he was catching his breath. She kicked off her shoes and crawled under the covers. Following suit, Logan curled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her pulling her close.

Logan woke up with the sun, as was his custom. Rory was still soundly asleep and he took the chance to look at her. She hadn't washed off her makeup the night before, so it was smudged under her eyes, but it made her even more endearing. Carefully, Logan untangled himself from her body and changed to go out for a run. He knew that Rory wouldn't be up for a few more hours, but he left two Advil and a glass of water on her bedside table before he headed out the door.

Logan ran through Hudson River Park and enjoyed the brand new leaves on the trees. The weather was getting warmer but there was still a distinct chill in the air. He loved running because It cleared his head and allowed him to think clearly. He wanted to propose to Rory, but he couldn't figure out how. He wanted it to be completely opposite from what he did last time.

He ran south towards the esplanade. As he was running, he noticed the gorgeous view of the city from the esplanade and a thought started formulating in his head. Yes, he loved running and he knew exactly how he was going to propose.

Logan grabbed a couple of burritos to ward off their hangovers and headed home. If he was lucky, maybe he could get a few more hours of sleep curled up next to his girl.

Rory had packed up most of her apartment and Logan's movers were already on their way across country. Today as the day they were settling on their house. Logan was flying in from California, so it just left Rory to complete the final touches of getting her apartment in order before he came to grab her to head to the realtor's office. Noticing the time, Rory jumped in the shower and dressed in a black pencil skirt and white button-down blouse. She threw on a pair of black pumps and put mouse in her damp hair to shape the curl. She was putting the paperwork Logan had left with her in a file folder to slip in her bag when he walked in the door. He put his suitcase in the corner and smirked at her.

"You look like the sexiest fucking librarian I have ever seen," he said, clearly admiring the view. Rory blushed and playfully smacked him on the chest.

"How would you know? You never spent time in the library," she countered.

"Touche, Ace. Are you ready?"

Rory started walking out the door when Logan grabbed her hand and swung her back towards him. Placing a sound kiss on her lips, he whispered "how is it that you seem to get more beautiful every time I go away?"

"Oh now, we have a good 75 years ahead of us mister. If I reveal all of my secrets now, what mystery will be left for later?"

Logan laughed and positioned himself so that she could move past him into the hallway. Knowing he was watching her ass, she added an extra seductive swing to her hips as she made her way to the elevator. It had the desired effect and Rory chuckled as she heard his groan from down the hallway.

The fluorescent lights were too bright and the air felt stuffy in this room. Rory had a knot in her stomach as she watched Logan interact with the lawyer and his realtor. She wasn't even signing the papers and she felt like she was going to throw up. Never in her life had she imagined she would be living in a house that cost as much as theirs did. Logan seemed cool, calm and collected as he signed the papers and joked with the lawyer. If he was feeling any apprehension, he didn't show it. She knew however, that Logan was the one who would freak out later. He just seemed so relaxed as he signed the papers making himself personally liable to a multi-million dollar contract.

After the papers were signed, handshakes were exchanged and Logan had the keys, Logan and Rory walked the three blocks from the realtor's office to their new home. Walking through the front doors was just as exciting as it had been the first time. Logan wrapped his arms around Rory in the foyer, and they stood there, enjoying the feel of their new home. Tomorrow, they would need to get a locksmith . to change the locks, get the cable and gas turned on, and the movers would come with their things, but for tonight, they basked in the simple pleasure of knowing that this was their home

"Welcome home, Ace." Logan said. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him a little tighter, secure in the knowledge that they had many years of happy memories ahead of them.