Logan chuckled and Sam looked over at him. Her husband seemed to be enjoying this discussion.

“How about we make a deal?” Elijah stated, catching her attention again. When she made eye contact, he continued. “For every question you ask me, I get to ask you one in return.”

Sam loved his accent and the sexy cadence of his voice. It was smooth and rich, with a hint of raspy mixed in. “All right,” she agreed, realizing too late what she’d just agreed to.

“Do you like to be spanked?” Elijah asked and the deep baritone mixed with the question he was asking sent a shiver down Sam’s spine.

“Not particularly.” Sam remembered the time Logan had spanked her and yes, she had enjoyed it, but that had been different. He hadn’t been intending to cause her pain. That had been the day Tag had waltzed into her life and turned their twosome back into a threesome.

“Very well.”

It was her turn again. “Do you belong to any other clubs besides Devotion?”

“No. Not now anyway. I was a member of a polyamory club, but I recently left on my own accord. Most of the members were in a committed relationship, and those who weren’t generally wanted one night of fun. I grew tired of that quick.”

Sam didn’t even have a chance to process his answer before he was asking another question. “Do you like to be blindfolded?”

Sam felt her cheeks heat and knew she was probably turning bright red. Instinctively, she turned and looked at Logan who merely shrugged. He had informed her before they arrived that he wouldn’t be answering her questions for her. If she wanted to establish a relationship with Elijah, she had to make him feel comfortable with her. As Logan had put it, Elijah wasn’t interested in him; he was interested in her, which meant Sam would be Elijah’s sole focus. Sam understood that, but it didn’t make the questions any easier.

“Yes,” she choked out, grabbing her wine glass and downing the rest. She noticed the smirk on Elijah’s mouth and she forced herself to look away.

Suddenly, Elijah’s smooth fingers were on her bare thigh and Sam felt the air rush from her lungs. His touch, although unexpected, was incredibly gentle, yet firm. Completely different from Logan’s slightly rough touch. Elijah’s hands were much smoother against her skin and Sam was suddenly motionless, her body absorbing the feel of those soft fingers.

“I only have one request, Sam.”

“What’s that?” Sam managed to say the words although there was no air in her lungs. Elijah’s fingers were gently brushing up her leg, sliding over her inner thigh.

“I expect complete honesty from you. I want to know what you like, what you don’t like. And more importantly, I want to get to know you a lot more.”

Sam hadn’t expected them to get quite so personal so quickly tonight. But she understood, so she nodded, unable to find her voice.

And just like that, Elijah’s hand was gone and Sam felt slightly ashamed because she immediately wished for it to be back.

When the waiter approached with their food a few minutes later, Sam welcomed the distraction. She needed a minute.

Or hell, maybe ten.

****~~

All through dinner, Logan sat quietly, adding his comments only when necessary, but mostly taking in the dynamic at the table. Most of the interaction was between Sam and Elijah and he had to admit, he was rather impressed. By both of them.

Not often did Samantha engage in such personal conversation with practical strangers, but she was opening up nicely to Elijah. Whether they were talking about business or sex, the two of them never wavered in their responses. The topics continued to border on intimately personal, at least as much as Sam was willing to discuss in a public setting such as this one, but she was holding her own.

Logan could tell that Elijah was impressed. Or perhaps enamored was a better word for it. He could see the lust burning in Elijah’s eyes. The man wanted Sam. And it was a fucking turn on to watch.

There was unquestionably attraction on his part, but Logan couldn’t blame the guy. Sam was a remarkable sight that was for sure. She’d managed to catch his attention from the second he laid eyes on her on his computer monitor during a video conference call and even after all this time, Logan was just as intrigued by her.

Now that dinner was finished, dessert passed up and coffee being savored, Logan had to wonder what was going to happen next. His original plan had been to take Sam to Devotion, but based on the fire kindling right there at the table, he was beginning to think somewhere a little more private was in order.

A few minutes later, it was clear they were finished and ready to move on to something else. He just wasn’t sure what that was at the moment.

Logan didn’t have a chance to pick up the check because apparently Elijah had taken care of that beforehand. Or so he’d been told when Logan had excused himself from the table and approached the waiter directly. He’d have to hand it to the guy; Elijah knew how to take care of everything.

He had to confess to watching Elijah with genuine interest for some time during the night. The man was refined and extremely confident, making it difficult not to pay attention to him. He didn’t appear to be playing games with Sam. Instead, he was straightforward with both his questions and his answers. He didn’t stumble with his answers, didn’t insert filler words at any time, and he didn’t fidget.

He’d been completely up front with Sam and the only time Logan saw Sam falter was when Elijah touched her. Hell, he had faltered himself. Not that he could see what Elijah was doing, but based on the expression on Sam’s face, he knew that his wife had been enjoying his touch.

“What do you say we get out of here?” Logan asked, wanting to get this moving. He didn’t care one way or the other if Sam decided not to take things to the next level tonight, but he did want to know which direction they would be headed.

“I think that’s a wonderful suggestion,” Elijah added, glancing over at Logan. He got the sense that Elijah was used to making all of the decisions.

“I know we had planned to go to Devotion,” Sam stated, glancing between the two of them. “But I was wondering if maybe we could go somewhere else.”

“Did you have somewhere in mind?” Elijah asked.

“Our house,” she said quickly, her voice quivering with what Logan assumed was nerves.

It was the question of the hour. Based on the fact that Sam asked, Logan knew she was still interested.

“I would love to,” Elijah said softly as he glanced between the two of them.

That was Logan’s cue. If he were in agreement, he would stand. So he did. As did Elijah. They both waited for Samantha to rise. The three of them headed toward the door, Elijah leading the way.

“You good with this?” Logan whispered to Sam as they stepped out into the warm evening air.

Her quick smile was her only answer and Logan took her hand. Elijah said a quick goodbye, informing them he’d see them at their house shortly as Logan handed the ticket to the valet. While they waited, Logan texted Elijah their address so he could get directions on his phone, per his request.

A few minutes later, Logan was pulling away from the curb, heading home.

“Are you really ok with this?” Sam mumbled as she sat quietly in the passenger’s seat.

Logan glanced over at her as he reached for her hand. Their fingers linked and he returned his focus on driving.

“Sam, if I had any doubts whatsoever, I wouldn’t have introduced you to Elijah. I like the guy. I think he’s a good man. Am I hesitant? Sure. A little. Do I want to see him fuck you crazy? Yeah, I fucking do.” That was no less than the truth. “I’m not trying to think this to death. I don’t want you to either.”

It was more than obvious that Sam liked Elijah. On a level that was more than sex. Honestly, Logan wasn’t sure what he thought of that. If he said he wasn’t interested in seeing what might happen between the two them, he’d be lying. It had been a long time since they’d invited a third to their bed so to speak. He was looking forward to it more than he was even letting on though. The idea of the man buried inside of Sam’s pussy while Logan fucked her ass was something he’d thought about plenty in recent days.

It had been a year and a half since they’d engaged in any activity involving a third person. The last one had been with Tag, and Logan knew how much that had cost Sam. She’d been devastated when Tag opted to move on. Sure, Sam was happy for him and McKenna, but Logan knew she’d been a bit attached.

That was the main reason he liked Elijah. The notion of a man who was looking for something more than just a good time, but not looking for something as permanent as marriage, seemed like the answer to their prayers. They didn’t have to worry about him moving on – or at least Logan didn’t think they did.

“I do find him incredibly attractive,” Sam stated, drawing Logan’s attention from the road momentarily. When he glanced over, he found her staring at him. “But I find you sexy as hell.”

Logan grinned.

Sam’s fingers squeezed his and she held his hand tightly as they drove home.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he questioned again.

“Yes, I do. I definitely do.”

“Are you worried about something?”

There was a brief pause before Sam answered, which worried Logan. “I’m just nervous I guess. I don’t want to get involved with someone who might move on quickly. Do you think we should be worried about that with him?” she asked and Logan could feel her gaze on him.

“Were you worried about it the last time?”