Page 137 of Texting Dr. Stalker

“Tell me who you truly are.”

Freezing beneath me, he grunted. “I told you, not tonight.”

Barely breathing, I shifted just enough so my knee pressed against the crotch of his black jeans. It could’ve been taken as a threat, but it switched into a beg the moment I rubbed my knee against his thick length.

He jerked as if I’d electrocuted him. “Lori…you have to stop.”

Licking my lips, I looked at the skull over his mouth. “I’ll stop if you take off your mask.”

He shook his head, his dark eyes flashing. “I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I told you.” His other hand that clutched the couch came up and gently unwound my fingers from the material of his scarf. I couldn’t fight him as he pried my grip open, then captured both my wrists and held me almost levitating over him.

I let him hold my weight.

My gaze danced from his eyes to his mask and back again.

He started to shake the longer he held me up, and I allowed that same vixen who’d jumped on the back of Zander’s bike to be stupidly brave. Dropping my hips, I kicked my legs out and sprawled on top of him.

A guttural groan escaped him as my core pressed to his cock. My softness to his hardness. Energy zinged between us, binding us together with a volt of need.

The part of his face I could see etched with torment. “You’re determined to give me a heart attack tonight.”

“Not if you answer three questions.”

He quirked his pierced eyebrow, his fingers lashing around my wrists. “What three questions?”

I balled my hands where they lay on his chest between us. “I don’t need to know your name or where you live or who you truly are. All I need to know is if I’m safe to—”

“Ofcourseyou’re safe. I might keep my identity secret, but I would never—”

“X…be quiet.”

He huffed but fell silent.

“What I was going to say is…if I’m safe to let my crush become more, too.”

His dark brown eyes flared, full of hunger.

“Question number one.” I licked my lips and forced my voice not to turn breathless with how much I wanted him. How much his surrender turned me on all while knowing he had the power to throw me across the room if he wanted.

He was stronger than Milton, bigger than Milton, yet he was better than him in every way because he wouldneveruse that strength against me. He’d rather let me trap him on the couch and submit to my torturing than do anything to make me afraid.

“Have you told anyone about me?”

He stilled. “Why do you want to know that?”

“Just answer me. Yes or no?”

He shifted a little, arching his hips and pressing against me.

We both sucked in a shaky breath.

Finally, he nodded. “Yes. I’ve told someone about you.”

“Everything? Including the hidden identity?”

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