Page 5 of Stalked By the Lawyer

"Logan?" Her gaze holds mine, earnest and piercing. "What do you do to let go?"

"Exercise," I lie smoothly, a half-truth. Because the full truth involves images of her, spun in the privacy of my mind, unraveling me until I am raw and exposed.

"Good for you," she smiles, unaware that she's the core of my nightly exertions, the unwitting muse of my self-inflicted torment.

"Thank you for doing this, Logan," Jill says as we wrap up, oblivious to the storm she stirs within me. "I feel like I understand this stuff so much better now."

"Anytime," I manage to say, even as I stand on the precipice of control, peering into the abyss that yawns wide at the thought of being her anytime, all the time.

"See you Thursday?" she asks, packing up her bag.

"Thursday," I confirm, the word a tether I cling to as she leaves, taking the warmth of her presence with her.

Alone, the silence of the room echoes the roar in my veins. I close my eyes, replaying every moment, every innocent touch and shared confession, sealing them away like contraband treasures.

And I pull my aching cock out and jack off furiously. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane.

CHAPTERTHREE

Logan

On and one we go,week after week, and it gets harder and harder to tutor her without touching her. She scoots her chair closer to mine, looks up at me with those big, innocent eyes, worries that puffy pink lip between her teeth.

“Logan?” she calls me back to the present. She’s asking me another quesiton, but I didn’t hear a word of it, so lost in my fantasties of her. My cock is rock hard and leaking a constant stream of precum. I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this.

“What was the question?” I ask her as I take in her angelic face. God, she’s beautiful.

And then before I realize what I’m doing, I lean in, my lips a breath away from hers. The air crackles with the electricity of forbidden desires, and I'm a man parched, standing before an oasis that promises both life and death. Her eyes are wide, dark pools of innocence that beckon me to drown in their depths.

"Logan..." she whispers, a tentative hand reaching up to brush against my cheek. It's the spark that ignites the wildfire within me.

I crash into her, my hands threading through her hair as I claim her mouth with mine. She gasps, a small sound swallowed by the urgency of our kiss. This is it—the moment of surrender. I can't hold back any longer. I'm consumed by the ravenous beast of my own longing.

Her back presses against the wall of my place, the plaster cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies intertwined. I think I knew this was going to happen—at least I secretly wanted it to. That’s why I started inviting her here to my place for our tutoring sessions. I wanted to be able to smell her long after she left, see her everywhere I looked.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer, and I lose myself in the sensation of her soft curves yielding to my hardened edges.

"Jill," I groan against her neck, my voice hoarse with want. My hands explore, memorizing every inch of her, claiming territory in a land I have no right to conquer. The taste of her skin is intoxicating, a heady mix of sweat and sweetness that drives me wild.

“Fuck, baby. Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” The confession tumbles from me unbidden as I run my fingers along her hard nipples.

“Me too,” she pants, her voice a wanton invitation that spurs me on.

We're a tangle of limbs and discarded clothes, our lesson in corporate law long forgotten as we delve into the murky waters of lust and desire. I break away, teasingly tracing a line down her abdomen with my tongue.

"Logan," she moans, and the sound of her pleasure is both agony and ecstasy. I can’t get enough of her—her taste, her scent, the way she trembles under my touch.

My hand finds her heat, slick and ready for me. “God, you’re so wet for me, Jill.” I can't help but praise her as I tease her clit with my fingertips.

“Yes," she moans as she gasps.

“Tell me, has a man ever touched you like this before?” I ask her.

Her cheeks turn pink as she shakes her head. “No.”

That confession makes precum froth from my tip. “Fuck,” I groan as every cell in my body demands I claim her and make her mine. Onlymine.

My mouth falls between her legs as I taste her sweetness for the first time. She jumps, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pushes her pussy deeper into my face.

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