Page 7 of Beneath the Blindfold

“We’re still making up for it. There are at least a dozen inches in our apartment where I haven’t fucked you yet.”

“It’s so spacious,” I said of our microscopic place. “I don’t know how we’ll get it done in the next three months.”

Our server delivered our dinners, and once she was gone, I went needling for clarification. “The no nudity rule only applies to you two, right?”

Logan glanced to Evie, probably trying to conceal his hopefulness.

“Yeah,” she said. “If Dominic wants to take Logan to a strip club, that’s—”

I giggled. “Slut, I wasn’t asking for him.”

We finished dinner, and although Evie pried for more information, Dominic and I stayed tight-lipped. He received the text message we were waiting for just a few minutes after he’d paid the bill, and we escorted the bride and groom toward the lobby.

“You drive?” Dominic’s question was directed to Logan.

“No, is that a problem?”

I shook my head as I pushed through the front door. “Nope, it’s perfect.” I strolled toward the black stretch limo that was pulled up out front, and enjoyed the curious looks of the people on the sidewalk.

The stout driver wore a black suit and a friendly smile. “Mrs. Ward?”

I grinned. “Yeah, someday. Are you Saul?” When he nodded, I added, “Awesome. Hope you’re ready for a wild night.”

Saul smoothed a hand over his dark hair and flashed an easy smile. “Whatever you say, ma’am.”

“You got a limo?” Evie’s eyes were wide, scanning the length of black tinted windows.

“Fuck yeah, we did,” I said. Saul hurried to open the back door, and I gestured to my best friend. “In you go.” She ducked inside, and I glanced at Logan. “Now you, Stone.”

Logan’s dark eyes narrowed the slightest bit before he followed her. Yeah, he didn’t like being bossed around, and he probably didn’t like being in the dark about the plans. I stifled my chuckle. He was about to be a whole lot more in the dark.

I climbed in, sliding across the back bench and Dominic’s impressive form was beside me a moment later, seated on the black leather. The ceiling was lit with silver LED lights, which sparkled and winked like stars. Logan and Evie were perched on the side bench, facing the bar where a bottle of champagne was holstered in the ice bucket.

“You guys didn’t have to do this,” she said, playing it cool, but I could tell how much this meant to her, and I was thrilled. She deserved it.

And even though it was Dominic’s money that was paying for the night, I’d helped him plan. This limo had been my suggestion, as had been our first stop, so I dug into my purse and found what I was looking for.

Dominic reached for the champagne when the limo eased its way into traffic. “Of course we did,” he said. “It’s not every day Logan decides to get married.” His gravel voice had an upswing of teasing to it, then dipped back into serious territory. “I didn’t think he’d ever get hitched, but obviously he was waiting for you.”

A warm expression flitted through Evie’s eyes as my fiancé popped the cork on the bottle with a dull thump. Logan looked pleased, grabbed a crystal tumbler off the bar, and held it ready. Golden champagne was poured. The glass was passed to Evie, and as soon as it was done, I tore open the plastic wrap in my hands and handed her something else.

Her blue eyes scanned the black blindfold and she licked her lips. Was it in anxiety or excitement? Or was she thinking about the last time I’d handed her a blindfold, and the scorching hot threesome that had ensued? Her fingers brushed mine as she took it. It was impossible not to think about, but it had to be worse for her. She was the one who’d gone more than a month without sex.

“And for you, Logan.” I tugged open the second wrapper and held it out for him.

He stared at the blindfold as if wary, and his gaze flicked to Dominic, who shrugged like he had no idea what was going to happen, even though he did.

The soon-to-be newlyweds locked gazes, communicating through a wordless conversation. Evie let out a breath, then slipped the blindfold on, tugging it over her closed eyes. Logan hesitated, but Dominic’s indifferent attitude while he continued to pour drinks seemed to do the trick.

“I feel like a fucking idiot,” Logan said when he had it over his eyes.

“Well, you look great,” Dominic joked. “And don’t worry, Payton and I aren’t going to get naked and fuck or anything now.” Even under the blindfold, Logan didn’t seem thrilled. “I’m handing you your champagne—”

A hand reached for it at the exact moment Dominic moved, knocking the glass and champagne sloshed over the side, splashing Logan.

“Fuck, watch it.” Dominic’s voice was amused. He used his other hand to guide Logan’s to the glass.

“It would be easier if I could see.”

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