Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Overwhelmed, I paused the video and sat back in the leather chair. My muscles ached from the stress of everything I’d just witnessed. I held my face in my hands and tried to remember how to breathe.
Why would Logan do this? Did he enjoy invading my privacy, or was he disgusted by the things I did to myself in my bedroom? Did seeing me naked and vulnerable turn him on? I waited for the repulsion I was supposed to feel at the thought of him sitting right here, in this very chair, with a hard-on. But instead of disgust, I felt a pang of arousal.
What if I wasn’t the only one with inappropriate thoughts?
“Hailee?”
I jumped out of the chair, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs. From this side of the house, I hadn’t heard the garage door opening.
“Hails?” Logan called again from somewhere not far off.
I didn’t respond, praying he wouldn’t come looking for me in here before I had time to close out of the video. I had just enough time to close the video player and file folders before he appeared in the doorway, staring at me intensely.
“What are you doing in here, Hails?” he asked, with an unmistakable edge of tension in his voice.
“I um…just needed to sign up for a class. The school emailed me, and I couldn’t get my laptop to connect to the wi-fi, so…”
Yeah, you don’t sound guilty at all, Hailee. I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and pasted on a smile. His gaze flickered to the computer screen, to the photo of us with my stepdad. I could almost see the gears turning, his thoughts churning, as he studied my awkward posture.
“Well, I’m all done,” I said quickly. “I’ll get out of your way.”
My breast brushed against his arm as I slipped past him in the doorway. I felt my nipple harden inside my bra cup as I fought to suppress the arousal blooming in my belly. I bit my lip to stifle a whimper.
Just keep walking, just keep waking, nothing to see here…
I went straight to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me and then collapsing onto my bed. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t stop replaying the illicit footage in my mind. He’d recorded me all over the house, in every room.
Even in here.
I let my gaze roam the room, trying to not be obvious as I worked to figure out where he’d hidden the cameras. All the videos taken in this room seemed to have come from two angles, one high up, close to my bed, and the other closer to eye level, near my desk. I glanced at the bookshelf, wondering if he could have drilled a hole in the intricate woodwork between the shelves. I couldn’t see anything from this far away, but it was possible. I’d watched and read enough true crime to know that cameras could be incredibly small these days.
Was he watching me right now? The thought sent a cascade of tingles down my body. I wedged my clasped hands between my thighs and rolled onto my side, pressing my face into the pillow. I’d discovered something horrifying. For years, Logan had been violating my trust. I should leave his house and never come back, maybe even tell the cops.
And yet…the sense of betrayal I felt was laced with inexplicable feelings of curiosity and excitement. I wondered how often he watched the footage, if he had favorite clips that he turned to on cold winter nights. Did he sit down and immediately reach for his cock, or did he tell himself he was only going to watch? Just for a minute…
All this time, I’d assumed I was the only one struggling with an inappropriate attraction. If I was honest with myself, I was probably fantasizing about him during more than one of the masturbation sessions he recorded. Imagining his thick arms and chiseled abs, how gorgeous he looked with a sheen of sweat after a workout. And those deep green eyes… I wanted to stare into them as he fucked me.
Did he think about me like that? What would he do if I called out his name the next time I touched myself?
An idea began to take root like a vine twisting around my thighs and spreading them wide. I tilted my hips in the direction of the hidden camera and pressed my palm to my center. If Logan was watching, I’d give him a private show worth recording.
A performance just for him, complete with a soundtrack.
4
LOGAN
To say I’d messed up would be an understatement.
I had messed up catastrophically.
“Fuck,” I muttered, smoothing my hair back and out of my face. I dropped into the chair in front of my desk, still warm from Hailee’s body.
Why the hell didn’t I lock my desktop before leaving the office? Thinking ten steps ahead in any situation was something I prided myself on. But in the time that she’d been away at college, I’d gotten lax about a lot of things; wandering into the kitchen buck-ass naked in the morning with my cock half-hard being chief among them. Forgetting to log out of my computer was maybe third on that list.