Transatlantic Love Journey

BECCA

Logan and I had been in Paris for three days already, but I felt like I hadn't seen anything. This city was so beautiful! With all these streets and the old buildings, and the delicious food and fabulous wine.

I was enjoying my time and I felt very comfortable here. And most of my praises will go to Logan. He knows so much about this city! He had been getting ready for our trip, studying guidebooks and recommendations from tourists and locals.

He wanted to surprise me, and he did a fantastic job with that.

Today we agreed to visit the Louvre and the Musée d'Orsay, and we spent almost five hours there. I was expecting to like our visit to the Louvre the best, but in reality, I was totally and unexpectedly amazed by the paintings in the Musée d'Orsay.

I was fascinated by 'Starry Night' by Vincent Van Gogh and by 'Blue Water Lilies' by Claude Monet. Logan dragged me away from these two paintings because he got bored just standing near me while I was staring.

We had a good laugh about it after, but at first, I was pouting my lips at him. He bought delicious pastries for us at some bakery, and I was ready to devote my whole life to this pastry and this man.

Now I was sitting in the room of our hotel and frantically typing on my laptop. Yeah, I know that we were on vacation, but I still had a lot of work to do. Justin Wilson surprised everyone. He called me three months ago and asked if I would be interested in working remotely.

To say that I was speechless is an understatement. He even thought that I had ended the call. His proposal was too good for me to decline.

From the day I started working as an editor for him, there were a few times when I flew to New York. But most days, I worked from home.

We had planned to go to a restaurant for dinner, and we still had about two hours. Logan went to take a shower, and I decided to use this time to do some work.

We were staying at Hôtel Champs Élysées Plaza in a luxury suite, so I snuck into the living room hoping that Logan wouldn't hear me working. Yeah, as if it were possible to hide something from this man.

“Becca?”

I heard my name and turned my head. Logan was standing in the doorway to our bedroom. He had only a towel wrapped around his hips; his chest was glistening with water.

A sheepish smile appeared on my face. I would never tire of looking at him. He was the epitome of perfection.

“You're working again...”

Logan sighed, and I understood right away that he was disappointed. There wasn't a day that I spent just relaxing and slacking. I was working late at night when he was falling asleep. I was trying to find a moment when we were returning from our walks. He was right back then. I was a workaholic.

At home, I wasn't bothered by it. I had time to take care of the house. Well, we have a lovely woman, Kelly, coming to us twice a week for cleaning. Only because the house is enormous and it would be very difficult to do it on my own. And Logan practically forbade me to do it.

But when it came to washing clothes, buying goods, and cooking—I was the one who took care of it. I easily found time to be with Logan because I planned my activities that way. I cheered for him at his games, and I supported him whenever he needed me.

I was photographed many times with him during our outings, and I can honestly say that it wasn't easy. But I managed. Only to make Logan upset with my behavior on our first trip.

“I am done.” Liar! But I hate to see this look on his face. Justin expects from me the first edited draft of this manuscript next week. So it means that I have time. Okay, my work duties will wait. I will work a little, but only if there is an emergency.

“I am not bothered, babe... I know that you love your work, just as much as I enjoy playing football... Just... It's our first trip together and...”

I saved the file I was working on, turned off the laptop, closed it, and got up from the couch. I sauntered over to him and saw his eyes traveling over my body. Logan’s eyes were intense.

Even after three months of being together, we still had this urge to be around each other. This attraction, this pull... I also think that it has become even stronger than before. And I believe it will always be like that. We couldn't get enough of each other.

“I won't be working again until we're back home. I will turn on my laptop only if there is an emergency. I promise.” I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him to me.

I kissed his full and delicious lips, pressing myself against his naked chest. I felt my top soaking up some water from his wet body, but I couldn't care less about it. I was craving his touch, his body heat igniting my passion for him.

My hand traveled to his towel and tugged on it, making it fall to the ground. I reached his cock and wrapped my palm around his shaft. I heard a moan escape his lips.

I started walking, making Logan go backward. When we reached the bed, I pushed him a little and only then interrupted our kiss. Logan sat on the bed while I stood still in front of him. He leaned on his elbows, his hard dick standing in all its glory.

I licked my lips and slowly knelt before him, nestling between his legs. I let my tongue trace the way from his smooth head to the base of his cock. I swirled my tongue in a languid motion, sucking on his head a little.

I placed one hand on his shaft, while with the other, I cupped his balls. Damn! He wasn’t touching me, but only satisfying him was bringing me almost to the edge.

Logan took my hair in his fist, making it more comfortable for me. At the same time, he tugged on my hair, tightening his grip when I sucked him. Then I felt him start moving his hips, matching my movements and entering my mouth with his whole length.

Yeah, it was deep, but it was still comfortable. After all, this wasn’t my first time giving him a blowjob. Soon, I heard his breathing quicken even more. His moans became louder, and in a few minutes, with a groan, he reached his release.

“Damn, Becca… If it was your way to distract me… Then you succeeded…” Logan pulled me to him as soon as I straightened up. He cuddled me in his arms, laying a kiss on my bare shoulder.

“You know that I don’t have anything against your work… But we came to Paris for a vacation, and I want you to relax and enjoy your time here. And it’s almost Christmas.”

“I know…” I nestled closer and pressed my head to his chest. “I guess I need to start getting ready? You booked a table at some fancy restaurant from what I saw… And I need to look as if I'm worth a million bucks.”

“Rebecca, you could go like that, and you would be the most gorgeous girl that ever visited this place... Just yeah, they have a dress code, and I am sure that sexy top and shorts aren't part of it.”

We laughed, and I stood up, wiggling out of his embrace. Logan pulled me back in an instant. I turned to look at him. He narrowed his eyes at me, but I saw only desire. He wasn’t angry or annoyed.

“Where are you going? It’s not fair that you just blew me and…”

“And you will promise to blow my mind in the evening.” I leaned in, kissing his lips. “I need to get ready. You will wear your white shirt and black trousers, and you will already look like a real winner. But I? I need time to pamper myself.”

“Said the most beautiful and sexy girl I’ve ever met.”

“Flatterer. But thank you.”

An hour later, we left our hotel. I chose a red lacy dress and black stilettos for this occasion. My hair was down with light waves, and I only added mascara and red lipstick for makeup.

The Ciel de Paris Restaurant, which Logan chose for this dinner, left me speechless. The view from there was marvelous. I couldn’t stop staring even when we settled at the table.

The dishes were delicious: the wine, the cuisine, the desserts. Everything was perfect to the notch. We were talking and laughing, enjoying ourselves until our conversation drifted to our friends.

“How is Jenny?” Logan asked, taking a sip of his whiskey. Yeah, he drank a little wine, but whiskey was his favorite.

“She's pregnant. Healthy. Chase is taking good care of her.”

“I bet they're very happy. Look at Kate and Tim; they're glowing.”

“Both of these couples dreamed about having a child. It’s natural that they're on cloud nine.”

“While my sister wants to wait. Mom is worried.”

“And again, it’s natural. John and Lily are just starting their family. They need to live for themselves. To know each other in every aspect of life. I don’t see a problem with that.”

“Okay... That’s how you see it.”

“Logan, it’s rational. Nothing more. We're only at the beginning of our journey. We've been together for three months, but it’s not enough for big steps, either.”

I saw that his look darkened. He gulped down whiskey and placed an empty glass on the table. What was it about?

“Logan?” I asked with a half-smile on my lips.

“Let’s ask for the bill.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

In no time, we were in the elevator. I rested my head on Logan’s shoulder. But he didn’t even move. Usually, he would have kissed me on the top of my head or wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

Instead, he stood with his hands in his pockets. Grim and thoughtful. And something was telling me that I was the reason for it.