Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
My thoughts drift away from simple caretaking to something far more sinister and forbidden. Her naked and writhing on my bed. Her tight pussy raw and red, leaking with my cum. Her sweet whimpers as I take her again and again until she loses her mind.
My dick is hard now, pressing into her. I clear my throat and pull away so I don’t make a damn fool of myself.
“Let’s get these clothes put away,” I instruct, my voice gruff and commanding.
Her gaze drops to my cock, still straining behind the denim, and then she bites on her bottom lip. My cock jolts at that action and lust shoots through me like a lightning bolt.
“Aubrey,” I growl. “Get to it.”
Thank fuck she finally turns her attention to hanging clothes. I’m able to focus on the task as well, ignoring my dick long enough that it settles down, no longer a distraction for either of us.
I’m playing a dangerous game with Aubrey.
All this secret look-but-don’t-touch shit I’m doing isn’t going to last long. It’d be one thing if what I was feeling was one-sided and a simple attraction to a younger woman. But it’s not. I’m somehow affecting her just as much as she is me. If we cross a line, there’s no going back.
What happens when Neena finally decides to come back home?
Will she find me coupled up with her teenage daughter?
Furthermore, if I somehow convinced myself I could take a taste of what I wanted, it wouldn’t be enough. I’d have to make her completely mine. That would be catastrophic to my entire world.
Neena would divorce me, which could look bad on my campaign.
Spencer might murder her since he clearly hates her.
Dad would have a fucking meltdown at me being the center of town gossip.
Cheating on my wife by fucking my teenage stepdaughter would define me for the rest of my life. I’d wear that scarlet letter until the day I died. It simply can’t happen.
“All done,” Aubrey says, a genuine smile gracing her lips. “Thanks for helping me.”
I stupidly take her hand in mine and bring it to my lips, kissing one of her knuckles. “I like helping you, Love. It feels good.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
So much for keeping my distance and avoiding tempting situations. Her grin is breathtakingly beautiful, which lights my soul on fire. Whatever discomfort she had moments before because of my son has been chased away. It’s me who makes her happy—me who will continue to keep her happy.
I can keep my dick in my pants.
I have to.
Squeezing her hand in mine, I guide her out of her room and down the hall to the theater room. The faint scent of popcorn hangs in the air, making my mouth water. Aubrey lets go of my hand to busy herself making popcorn like when she was younger, and I set to getting a movie queued up on the screen.
Since I know she likes horror movies, I settle on something we’ve seen before and that feels familiar. Maybe that’ll remind me she’s my stepdaughter, not some woman I can fuck.
“Grab me a water too?” I ask, settling onto the sectional couch and grabbing a throw blanket.
“Of course.”
It all feels so domestic and easy. But not at all familiar like I’d hoped. Something different crackles between us. Not a stepfather and stepdaughter spending quality time together watching a movie. Something far more twisted. An unspoken promise to take a forbidden journey with her.
We can’t.
She sits down beside me, passes me a water bottle, and brings the bowl of popcorn into her lap. I chug the water, hoping to cool off all the heat burning through me. It’s a fruitless endeavor because her nearness has me combusting from the inside out.
This doesn’t feel like movie night with my stepdaughter.
This feels like a date with the sweetest, hottest, most tempting girl I know.
I force myself to think of my missing wife because nothing kills a boner like Neena does. Where the hell is she anyway? Surely she’s caught wind that Aubrey’s back in town. You’d think that, even if she were punishing me, she’d want to see her daughter.
But that’s assuming Neena is like Jamie. Jamie, despite screwing over my brother to have an affair with my dad, is actually a great mother. She loves the twins more than anything in this world. Jamie wouldn’t abandon her daughter or even avoid her because her children always come first.
The only thing that’s ever come first for Neena is Neena.
My phone buzzes. I pull it out to see I have a new message from my campaign manager, Vance.
Vance: Don’t forget our meeting tomorrow morning. And show up happy because I have something I want to propose. I need you to say yes.
Me: Don’t be vague, V. Out with it.
Vance: Though it wasn’t my idea, and probably stems from nefarious intentions, I still think it could be great PR.