Logan’s POV
I keep tabs on her, my men tracking her every move. But tonight feels different. I’m told that she’s going on a date with Chris Meyers, the kind of guy who can charm his way into anyone’s heart.
I know he won’t stop until he has Nadine under his spell, and the thought twists my heart with disgust, a sharp pang of jealousy tightening my chest.
Even from afar, I sense her unease. Her eyes darted around, searching for someone, anyone, watching her. Little does she know, it’s me.
Kelly, my brother Lucas’s girlfriend, is nearby. Lucas has been pushing me to meet her, and as soon as he steps away to take a call, I know it’s my moment to move closer.
When I point at Kelly as my date, I see it in her eyes-she’s ready to tear her apart from miles away.
Returning to my seat, I feel Nadine’s gaze follow me, tracking my every move. When she finally stands, I slip away, quietly following her.
She heads toward the restroom, and I follow, keeping my distance as I move discreetly in the dim light.
The door barely clicks shut before I stop it with my hand, slipping inside just as she gasps in shock.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she hisses, eyes wide as she takes a step back.
The restroom is spacious, but the tension between us makes it feel smaller and more intimate.
“Logan… what do you want?” Her voice comes out breathless, uncertain.
I let my gaze slowly trace her from head to toe, noticing the way her body shudders under the weight of my stare. Her reaction is unmistakable.
I close the distance between us, my hand gently gripping her waist, holding her in place. Her scent fills the air around us, and I see her lips part slightly, her breath catching in anticipation.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, the air between us thick with tension. I feel the heat radiating off her skin as I lean in closer, my lips hovering just inches from her ear.
Her fingers tremble against my chest, and for a moment, she seems to fight it, to push back against whatever is building between us. But it’s useless.
“It’s good to know I still have this effect on you,” I whisper, my voice teasing. “Does he make you feel wanted like this when you’re near him?”
I lean in closer, my breath warm against her skin. “Does he make you shudder with just a look?”
Her body trembles slightly, and I see the answer in her silence.
“Does he even make you feel half of what I make you feel?” I breathe against her cheek, watching her carefully.
She doesn’t respond, but her hand lifts to her mouth, brushing her lips as if inviting me to close the space between us. She’s waiting for the kiss she can no longer deny.
“Does his breath on your cheek make you want to kiss him?” I murmur, my lips barely brushing her skin.
“Logan, stop,” she breathes, her voice weak but not convincing. Her hand moves slowly to my chest, trying to push me away, but there’s no strength behind it.
The effort is feeble; her resistance crumbles beneath the pull between us. She’s powerless against the tension I’m stirring inside her.
It’s as if she’s trying to convince herself that she can. Her breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps, her pulse quickening beneath my gaze.
“You don’t want me to stop, do you?” I whisper, my lips hovering just above hers.
Her eyes flutter closed for a brief moment, and when they open again, they’re filled with desire.
She doesn’t answer, but the way her body leans ever so slightly toward me says everything.
My hand slides to the small of her back, drawing her closer, and she lets out a soft gasp.
“Does he make your legs weak just by pressing himself against you?” I whisper, pushing my erection into hers, letting her feel my cock against her.
She shifts, her hips subtly moving, trying to match the rhythm, trying to enjoy the pressure. Her body betrays her, shuddering in response.
My hand slides lower, finding her clit, and when I touch her, I groan softly. She’s soaking wet, ready for me.
“Does he make you this wet with just one look?” I ask, my breath hot against her skin. Her mouth falls open, lips parted, waiting for a kiss I haven’t yet given.
“What do you want?” I murmur, teasing her as her eyes beg for what she can’t say aloud.
Her breath hitches, her body arching into me. Her lips quiver, but no words come out. I can feel her trembling against me; every movement shows how close she is to losing control.
“Tell me,” I whisper, my lips brushing the corner of her mouth, teasing her without giving in. “What do you want?”
Her hands, which are weakly against my chest, now clutch my shirt.
“L-Logan… go aw-” she stammers, unable to escape the spell I’ve cast over her.
I feel the power I hold over her as I press my fingers against her clit, thrusting in and out. Soft moans escape her lips, her waist twisting in response, desperate for more.
She wants me to kiss her, and I see the longing in her eyes, but I’m not here for that. I want to watch her feel the delicious tension of what I can do to her.
Slowly, I withdraw my fingers, and she jerks in surprise as I bring them to my mouth, tasting her essence.
I position my erection right in front of her, a silent challenge. “I know you want me, but you know where to find me.” With that, I kiss her forehead softly and step out the door, leaving her breathless behind me.
I linger at the door, eager to hear her reaction. A low growl escapes her lips, followed by a frustrated cry: “Fuck you, Logan!”
A smile creeps across my face; it’s a beautiful sight to witness how deeply I still affect her. The memory of her response is etched in my mind.
I stroll out of the restroom and make my way back to the restaurant, positioning myself where Chris can see me.
I intentionally avert my gaze, making it appear casual, but I adjust the bulge in my trousers just enough for him to notice.
I can tell he understands the implication of my presence, knowing Nadine has gone that way.
I catch a glimpse of him muttering something I can’t hear from my seat, but it makes me smile as I walk out of the restaurant, satisfied.
“Logan!” Lucas calls out when he spots me. “What’s up with you? You look flushed. Are you okay?” He glances around the restaurant, clearly trying to figure out who has me all riled up.
I know he’ll tease me about Nadine. He often calls me a lost puppy when it comes to her.
Turning to Kelly, I smile. “Nice to see you again, Kelly. I hope my brother brings you to the next family dinner party.”
“Of course! I can’t wait to meet your adorable little son,” she replies with enthusiasm.
I feel the urge to roll my eyes but restrain myself as Lucas and I shake hands. I make my way toward the exit, my dick painful, begging for release.
The drive home feels endless as I move at a slow pace, trying to ease the ache of my blue balls. The pain is becoming unbearable.
Lately, it’s exhausting to take matters into my own hands without the warmth of a woman’s body.
Nadine’s face is etched in my mind, and every time I think about finding another woman, I find it impossible to get hard. All I can see is her, deepening my frustration.
As soon as I get home, I rush out of the car, my mind focused solely on releasing myself from the torture Nadine has put me through.
I head straight for my room, stripping off my clothes and eager to drop my jeans and briefs. Just as I’m about to give in to the relief, I hear the doorbell ring.
I groan loudly, hesitating for a moment, annoyance washing over me. Who could be interrupting me now?
With a heavy sigh, I hurriedly threw on some clothes and rushed downstairs to open the door. But when I swing it open, the sight that greets me is shocking and completely unexpected.