Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 52(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 52(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
I still have time to back out and pretend I almost made a mistake. He hasn’t seen me, so I can run back out, and there won’t be any awkwardness in the morning.
But…
The door creaks, and steam hits me full in the face. I can see Evan’s silhouette, but that’s it. I wasn’t kidding when I told him I couldn’t see without my glasses.
He turns off the shower, and I stand frozen in the doorway.
“Elena?”
I don’t see him clearly until he’s a few feet away from me, standing in all his naked glory. And by God, his body is insane and unreal.
My eyes take him in. The broad shoulders, the hard chest, the washboard abs, and the …
I swallow hard, my throat dry, every inch of my body clenching at the sight, wetness pooling between my thighs. His cock is massive and glorious and … standing proud.
He’s aroused, and when I gaze back up at his eyes, it has darkened. I’m face to face with a different version of Evan. An Evan that has awakened all my lady parts. An Evan I want to pounce on.
“Elena, what are you doing? Why are you here?” His voice is low and deep, devoid of any friendliness and warmth. Am I delusional, or can I hear his longing?
My core throbs, and I cross my legs instinctively, seeking friction. He doesn’t miss the movement, and his jaw clenches. I have never seen this side of Evan, but my body responds to the primal desire clouding his eyes. It’s the desire that mirrors my own.
“Elena, you either leave now or I won’t be responsible for what happens in the next ten minutes.”
“What happens next?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“What if I do?”
“Elena…”
In another time and another place where I have my wits about me and I’m not stupid, I would have run away as far as I could. Maybe check into a hotel and never see Evan again.
Instead of that rational, wise Elena, another version of me rises to the surface, and I give in to my desires. Desires that have been clawing at me since day one.
I drop the towel to the floor, ignoring how raw and vulnerable I feel.
“Ten minutes.”
3
EVAN
No way.
No fucking way.
This isn’t happening. Elena isn’t attracted to me. I’m dreaming. Probably sleepwalking. And I’ll wake up any minute soon.
Elena backs into the room until the backs of her thighs hit the bed. She’s naked and as perfect as I pictured her in my head. No, scratch that. She looks way better than the image of her I used to jerk off to.
Small, perky tits, soft stomach, and thick thighs.
Perfect, perfect, perfect.
“Elena, I’m giving you one last chance to run away from me.”
“Why should I do that?”
“I’m your stepdad.”
“On paper.”
“I’m also way older than you.”
“And?”
“Elena…”
“Tell me you want me to leave, Evan. Right now. And I would.”
“No!” The word bursts out of me before my brain catches up, and I scrub a hand across my face. “Fuck, Elena. I’ve been trying to keep my distance.”
“Do you want to?”
“No. Fuck, I want you so much. I’ve wanted you before I met you.”
“B-before you met me? What do you mean? How?”
I raise my face to the ceiling and swallow. “Maybe I have a thing for women dressed in a prune and a hot dog sandwich.”
I barely have the chance to process it when Elena grabs my hand and stands on her toes to kiss me. It’s a kiss that destroys me completely, from the inside and out.
The tension simmering between us boils over, and we’re all over each other, my hands cradling her face, her fingers grabbing my hair, her nails scratching at my back.
There’s nothing separating us—literally nothing—and I take advantage of it, knowing I might never have the chance again. I lift her and drop her on the mattress, grabbing her ankles to jerk her to the edge of the bed.
“Last chance to stop this, Elena,” I tell her, blood roaring in my veins, my loins aching with the need to feel her pussy around me.
Elena glares at me and lifts herself on her elbows. “I’m getting tired of you trying to talk me out of this. I want it, Evan. I want it so much.”
That’s all the encouragement I need.
I kneel before her, kissing her calf and biting the side of her knee. “Let me eat you. Let me taste. Please let me beg on my knees.”
She parts her legs and arches her back, and I waste no time diving into her pussy.
Fuck, she tastes sweet. Sweet and musky and mine.
“You taste so good. I’m going to make you feel so good, you’re going to see stars.” I run my hands along her smooth inner thighs and part her folds. With the single-minded focus of a starving man about to have his first meal, I drag my tongue along her pink pussy, flattening it on her clit.