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My Professor’s Husband! 5
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2026-07-18 08:00:00Chapter 5
Lovie’s pov“God Mia you have no idea how crazy this got,” I blurted out the second I sat on her couch still buzzing from the run over.My hands would not stop shaking as I pulled my knees up. “That guy from the club broke in with his buddy. I hid naked on the damn ceiling fan and he found me.Pinned me to the wall and we fucked right there hard and fast. I came like crazy but then he left before the other one saw.”Mia stared at me mouth open then grabbed my
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Ava’s pov“Professor Grant, the last section still needs the citation cross-check on the 2019 field notes. I can finish it tonight if you want.”He looked up from the screen, glasses low on his nose, that deep voice rolling out slow. “Stay. The deadline is midnight and I’m not sending incomplete work out under my name. Close the door.”I pushed it shut. The click sounded louder than it should have in the empty building. Campus was dead for the long weekend. No footsteps in the hall, no voices drifting up from the quad. Just the hum of his desk lamp and the soft tick of the old wall clock.I dropped into the chair across from him and opened the shared folder. My fingers moved over the keys but my head was somewhere else. Months of listening to that voice in seminars, in the lab, over coffee while he tore apart weak arguments. Half in love with the sound of it. Now the door was closed and staying closed.“Read the paragraph on the sediment layers again,”
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Lila’s pov“I don’t care about that anymore,” I said, still leaning against the island with his come drying on the inside of my thigh. Logan had stopped in the doorway like the words might change something. They didn’t. Not for me.He turned all the way around. “You should care.”“I don’t. Not tonight. Not after what we just did.”He stood there for a long second, keys still in his hand, eyes dark and conflicted. I watched the exact moment he decided. The keys went back on the counter. He walked to the front door, locked it, then checked the back door too. When he came into the kitchen again the look on his face had shifted. Whatever fight he had left was gone.“Your father will be home eventually,” he said.“Eventually it isn't now.” I pushed off the island and stepped into him. “Lock the rest of it if you need to. I’m not letting you walk out.”He did. Deadbolt. Chain. Then he came back to me, hands already reaching. He kissed m
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Lila’s pov“Once you start you better not stop,” I said, heels digging into his back while the thick head of his cock stayed right there at my entrance, stretching me open and going no farther. Logan’s hand on the back of my neck kept my face tilted up to his. His other hand gripped my hip hard enough I knew I’d feel it later.“I’m not stopping,” he answered, voice wrecked. Then he shoved the rest of the way in with one deep thrust that forced the air out of my lungs.He was thick. Thicker than I had been ready for even after his fingers. The stretch burned and filled me so completely I could only cling to his shoulders and take it. He bottomed out and stayed there for a second, forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing hard.“Fuck, Lila. You’re gripping me like you don’t want to let go.”“I don’t.”He pulled back almost all the way and slammed in again. The island shook. My shorts were still shoved to one side, the fabric rubbing against my thigh every time his hips snapped f
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Lila’s pov“You’re still not leaving,” I said after the last plate was dried and put away. The kitchen lights were low, just the under-cabinet ones glowing soft against the counters. It was nine o’clock. The house was quiet except for the fridge and the sound of our breathing.Logan stood by the sink, drying his hands slower than he needed to. “I should.”“You keep saying that.”“I mean it this time.”I didn’t answer. I just stepped into his space the same way I had been doing all day. Close enough that my chest brushed his arm. Close enough that I could feel the heat still rolling off him. He went still.“Lila.”“I’m not asking you to stay,” I said. “I’m just not moving.”His control snapped so fast I felt it in the air before his hands even touched me. One second he was holding the dish towel, the next the towel was on the floor and both of his hands were on my waist, hard, pulling me against him. His mouth hovered over mine but didn’t clo
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Lila’s pov“You keep saying last chance like I’m going to change my mind,” I said, still standing between his legs with his hands heavy on my waist and the hard length of him pressed against my stomach. “I’m not changing it.”Logan’s thumbs stroked once across the bare skin above my shorts, then he let out a long breath and eased his grip. “It’s six o’clock.”I glanced at the clock on the stove. He was right. The afternoon had burned away while we stood there trading filthy words and not doing a damn thing about them.“I should go,” he said, but his hands didn’t leave my waist right away.“Stay for dinner.”He looked at me like I had just asked him to commit a crime. “Lila.”“I’m serious. Dad won’t be back until late. There’s food in the fridge. We can cook something. You already did half the work around here today. Least I can do is feed you.”His jaw flexed. I watched the fight happen behind his eyes. The smart thing was to walk out the door. The thing he actually wanted was writte
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Lila’s pov“Are you going to stand out here all afternoon or are we finishing the rest of it?” I asked, still holding the half-empty water bottle while the heat from the driveway baked up through my bare feet. Logan’s eyes hadn’t left my mouth since that last brush of fingers.“We’re finishing it,” he said, voice low. “Then I’m leaving.”He didn’t sound like he meant the last part.We went back inside and spent the next hour hauling the remaining boxes out of the basement and stacking them in the garage. Sweat kept building. My tank was a second skin by then, stuck to my tits and the small of my back. Every time I lifted something I felt him watching the way the fabric pulled tight. Every time he bent over I watched the solid flex of his arms and the way his jeans stretched across his ass and the thick shape of his cock that still hadn’t gone down all the way.By four the house was quiet. The couch was gone. The boxes were out. The only sound was t
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