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“What, then?” Killian cocks his head to the side.
I snake both my hands up. One around Killian’s nape. The other is around my Carter’s.
While they fill me from the inside, massaging my walls, my G-spot, and every part of my pussy, all I can think of is this one thing.
All I have to say is this one word.
“Kiss.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Killian
“Kiss.”
Amara makes it sound so simple. So logical.
So. Fucking. Natural.
As if the idea of me and my fucking stepson kissing isn’t taboo.
As if what we’re doing at the moment isn’t wrong enough all on its own. I’m losing the battle against what I know is right, don’t have any remorse for any of it, and it’s okay with her.
More than okay. She encourages it.
Amara moans as we’re playing with each other’s fingers. My stepson and I both finger fucking his girlfriend’s pussy.
And damn it. I don’t hate any of it. I want more.
I’m hard. Starved to have them both. And here they are, right here. Waiting for me.
Hungry to have me.
Amara’s breaths fan on my exposed, sensitive skin.
Carter’s lips are parted, his gray eyes glinting with mischief.
This is the kid who I taught how to read. How to drive. How to beat someone up and when it’s better to let them go.
I. Raised. Him.
Except he doesn’t need me to be a father figure for him anymore.
He’s not a kid. Hasn’t been for a while now.
It doesn’t make it any less wrong.
“We shouldn’t,” I mutter. There’s not a sliver of conviction in my voice.
I’m losing this war between what’s right and what’s wrong. What would land me a special place in hell. Amara’s fingers caressing and grazing my neck don’t make me feel any better about this.
Another second and I’ll cave. I’ll crash and burn. The three of us will.
My inner turmoil doesn’t go unnoticed by Carter. He flexes his fingers inside the tight space of Amara’s cunt. Engulfing mine with them, squeezing my fingers between his.
He leans forward. Offers himself. A bolt of lightning strikes inside his gray eyes. My unhinged stepson. My business partner. The man I lust over. And more. So much more.
“Please.” Amara’s fingertips whisper over my skin, her brown eyes pleading.
