“Oh yeah. Safety first,” he said, handing her the helmet.
After Harper put it on, Logan put on his and swung his leg over the bike. Harper followed suit and snugged herself against his back. “Now hold on,” he said, starting the ignition. The feel of her hands grabbing his waist made him want to drive up into the mountains, and Logan took the long way around, passing the harbour before taking the ramp into the underground parking of his condo. Through the doors, into the elevator and down the hall, Harper stayed silent and he let her be, sensing that she needed a few moments.
“Welcome to my home sweet home,” Logan said, opening the door for her, and gesturing for her to go ahead. “Let me take your coat.”
He put his hands on her shoulders and slid the coat off.
“Wow,” Harper said.
“Yeah, the view is great,” Logan agreed.
Harper shook her head at him and gestured to the corner of the living room. “You have astripperpole in your living room.”
“Yes,” Logan said, hanging up his jacket beside hers in the closet. He undid his boots, walked over to it in his socked feet, grabbed onto the pole, and flipped around it.
“Super impressive,” Harper said.
“I try,” Logan said. “I needed some variance in my workout routines, and this checks the box. Wine?”
“Yes please,” Harper said, wondering over to look out the window.
Seeing her in front of the windows, walking around his apartment, infused him with pride. He wanted this woman to be here, and he wanted her in his bed before the evening was out. And in the morning. He shook himself. This wasn’t anything serious.
“Wow. That’s a wall of you,” Harper said, gesturing at his wall of fame.
“I like to show off my accomplishments,” Logan grinned, handing her the glass of wine. On the back wall beside his fireplace were pictures of his friends, and pictures of him on climbs.
“Who are they?” Harper asked.
“Those are my search and rescue teammates. And that’s Quinn, Jordan, and me right before we left home.”
“You all looked so young,” Harper mused. “You were on a magazine cover?”
Logan set his wineglass down on the coffee table, took her hand in his, and led her to the low black sectional.
“How about this, Kitten? I’ll tell you about that magazine cover if you answer a few questions for me. And if you answer them all, I’ll reward you.” He nuzzled her neck, her sweet scent bringing back memories of the night at Bandit Brothers. Lightly, he smoothed her furrowed brow. “You can safeword, if any question is too much, or tell me it’s too quick.”
Harper’s face relaxed, and she looked up from her thick lashes. “And what would be my reward?”
Gliding his hands down to her slender hips, he lifted her onto his lap. “I’ll do a pole dance for you,” he said, nuzzling her ear.
She giggled, the sound sweet, and Logan grinned at her.
“I would like to see that,” Harper said. “I don’t know if it’s worth my answers, though.”
“You wound me,” Logan said. “Okay then, how about a spanking?”
Those brows furrowed again. “Aren’t spankings supposed to hurt?”
“Not all of them. I prefer giving spankings as rewards to subs for stretching their boundaries,” Logan said, trialling fingertips along her neck. Under his touch, she shuddered and squirmed on his lap.
“I have wondered what it would be like,” Harper said. “Okay, I’ll try.”
“Good,” Logan said, pulling her beside him. “Now to tell you about that magazine cover, they took it after I climbed Mount Robson.”
“That’s incredible,” Harper stared at him. “Really?”
“Yeah, it’s a nice achievement,” Logan said. His hands ran up and down her side. He pulled her back beside him so he could see her face. “But it gained a lot of attention. And that’s how my half-sister’s wicked uncle has me around the balls.”
