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STORY 8: MY FATHER’S CLOSEST FRIEND! 1
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2026-08-01 08:00:00Lila’s pov
“Logan, the door’s open, just come in,” I called from the kitchen the second I heard those two heavy knocks.I knew that knock better than almost anyone. Forty-nine years old, my father’s best friend since before I could walk, the man who still showed up for every family thing like he belonged here. Today was Saturday.Dad had left early for a work emergency two hours away. Logan had promised to help haul the old couch out of the basement.I was home for the summe
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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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Lila’s pov“We still have to get this couch out,” I said, my voice lower than it should have been with his hand still on my hip and the hard line of him pressed against my stomach. “Dad’s going to notice if it’s still sitting here when he gets back.”Logan’s fingers flexed once against my skin, then he let out a rough breath and stepped back just enough that the contact broke. His eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and hungry. “Yeah. We do.”Neither of us moved for another few seconds. The air in the basement still felt thick. My nipples were tight against the thin tank, and I knew he could see it. I could still feel the exact shape of his cock through those jeans, and the thought of it made my thighs press together.He cleared his throat and turned toward the boxes blocking the path. “Let’s clear these first. Then we drag the bastard up the stairs.”I nodded and started moving boxes with him. Every time we passed each other in the narrow space our a
HIS GUILTY PLEASURE STORY 8: MY FATHER’S CLOSEST FRIEND! 1
Lila’s pov“Logan, the door’s open, just come in,” I called from the kitchen the second I heard those two heavy knocks. I knew that knock better than almost anyone. Forty-nine years old, my father’s best friend since before I could walk, the man who still showed up for every family thing like he belonged here. Today was Saturday. Dad had left early for a work emergency two hours away. Logan had promised to help haul the old couch out of the basement.I was home for the summer, twenty-two, standing there in an old tank top and cutoff shorts because I genuinely hadn’t expected company this early. No bra. Hair tossed up in a messy knot. The second the front door shut and his boots hit the floor, the air in the house changed.“Lila?” His voice carried deeper than usual.“In here.” I wiped my hands and stepped into the living room.He filled the doorway in a faded black T-shirt stretched tight across his chest and jeans that sat low on his hips. Gray at
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