LOGAN BLACKSTONE
Deciding to take Scarlett out for a special lunch was supposed to be a gesture of appreciation. After the delightful morning we had together, I wanted to make things memorable for her, especially since it was clear she had imagined a more romantic initiation into intimacy. I regretted that her first experience wasn’t as special as it could have been, and if I’d known how much it meant to her, I would have planned something extraordinary.
She looked perfect as she slipped into her lingerie, her body a vision of grace and allure. I was eager to indulge at the moment, but I resolved to wait until we returned home. I wanted to savor our intimacy without rushing, planning to make it an unforgettable experience.
However, the presence of Maryknoll threw everything into disarra
