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My forehead rests against hers as we both try to catch our breath. My eyes search hers, waiting for the moment to comewhen she freaks out, but it never does, and tension I didn’t realize I was carrying melts away. “How was that, baby? Did I make it worth it?”
She tucks her bottom lips between her teeth as her hazy eyes meet mine. She gives me a cute nod, then blushes deeply. I chuckle, tugging that lip from between her teeth, then kissing her long and slow. I carefully pull out of her body, immediately missing the feel of her tight sheath hugging my cock. I go to the bathroom, dispose of the condom, then wash my hands. Next, I grab a warm, wet washcloth to clean her up. She needs to soak in the tub. I prepped her as much as I could, but she’ll still be sore. This will have to do for now.
I see how right I am when I reenter her room and find her snoring softly. Gently, I clean between her legs, then toss the cloth to the floor before climbing into the bed behind her. Within minutes, I’m out cold, and get the best sleep of my life.
*****
An incandescent glow illuminates the room as the first trickle of daylight filters through her bedroom window, dancing across her lithe body. My fingers drift down soft skin, lightly tracing the script running the length of her spine, over the dip of her waist ending right above her ass as she snores softly. My chest aches at how beautiful she is lying next to me in peaceful slumber.
It’s official. I’ve corrupted my stepsister—taken her chastity without remorse, and I can’t wait for all the other ways I plan to defile her perfect body. What I love is that no matter what I do, she still exudes picture-perfect purity. If Krista couldn’t strip away her gentle kindness—her sweet soul—nothing could.
Her skin pebbles under my light strokes, but otherwise, she’s perfectly unaware, lost to the exhaustion of multiple orgasms.
It was only six when we reached her apartment. After passingout for a couple of hours after round one, I woke up and went to her kitchen. I grabbed the food I had delivered to her on Saturday and threw together a quick stir-fry for us because it was faster than waiting an hour for delivery. I woke her, made her eat, and then took her back to bed, where I enjoyed her a few more times. I only felt slightly guilty that she would be sore today during her dance classes.
We fell asleep tangled in each other well after midnight, yet I’m awake once again. It’s not unusual for me. Running multiple corporations at once means I’m well accustomed to little sleep, but it wasn’t my routine of sleeping for three or four hours and then working for eighteen that woke me. It was who’s next to me, needing to see her, touch her.
Fuck, my dick is like a rock again, and thoughts I’ve never had in my life invade my mind. Consent is my thing. I’ve always needed it because I won’t risk losing everything I worked my ass for because of ambiguity—because I let my dick do the thinking. But right now, I want to crawl over her sleeping form and sink inside her body again. The only thing stopping me is that I know I’ve done enough damage for one day. She will feel me every time she moves when she wakes. At least, since it seems my moral compass has disintegrated, my concern for her well-being is still intact.
A low buzzing interrupts my invasion of the sleeping goddess next to me. I turn, looking over my shoulder as my phone glows with an incoming text. Turning over, I swipe the device and read the message.
Will: I’m outside the door.
She stirs a bit as I slide out of bed, her head twisting, causing those golden strands to tangle more. I look around the room, find my pants, and slide them on, then walk with light footsteps across the room to the door. My teeth clench when the silence iscut with the sharp squeak of her door.Why the fuck is the damn door squeaking?She murmurs my name—and of course, I grin like a dick—but otherwise remains lost in her deep slumber.
Will is standing on the other side of her door when I swing it open, a fresh suit of clothes in one hand and a box of pastries in the other. His eyes run over me as he lifts an amused brow. “Just so you know, as your bodyguard,it’s useful if I know where your body is.”
“You know now,” I reply, waving him in. “Did you get the psychopath out of the house?”
He steps across the threshold, handing me the garment bag, and then walks toward the island. “Yeah. She’s gone, but I’m not sure I get paid enough to deal with that sort of melodramatic bullshit. I’ve seen toddlers with better behavior.” He sets the bag on the counter and turns to me, leaning against the white stone countertop with his arms folded across his chest. “Your dad seemed pissed. I thought he would appreciate you doing his dirty work.”
I frown, shaking my head. What is it with this damn woman and the men she sucks into her orbit? “I can only hope his concern is with the baby and not her.”
Taking the garment bag, I lay it across the back of the sofa. When I turn around, Will is closing the lid to the pastry box with a glazed donut between his lips. He bites off a piece and then points to where I laid the bag across the sofa. “Why the hell do you wear a suit to a record label office?”
“Because I want to.” It’s the truth. I prefer to do business in a suit because it projects cold detachment. I’m just another suit, albeit an expensive one, in a sea of suits, which means no one can get a read off of me based on what I’m wearing.
I walk across the room to the island, grab the pastry box, andchoose a Bavarian-filled one. Then, I walk to where a roll of paper towels sits on the tail of a stretching cat. After ripping one off and wrapping the notoriously messy éclair, I walk back to the island and lean across the cold marble, staring at my friend. “I know it’s been less than a day, but have you found out anything?”
“No, but I have made some calls. Do I need to call H?”
I shake my head as I chew the fluffy, sweet indulgence. “I already did.”
“Your new boss isn’t short on connections either. Thought about asking him if maybe he or his brother could help you dig?”
“Let’s see what we can find out before we bring outsiders into the fold.”
Will’s eyebrows jump to his forehead, not bothering to hide his surprise. “You realize they’re less of an outsider than you are? They are literally her dad and Henry’s best friends.”
I roll my head from side to side, the cervical joints popping loudly as I grit my teeth. “Where she’s concerned,” my head tips toward her bedroom door, “I’m the only insider.”
“Don’t let your ego get in the way.” He stands from the chair and gestures around her apartment. “And you better come clean about all of this before it bites you in the ass.”
“Is there a reason you’re sticking your nose in my business?” I growl.
“Yep. Because I’m paid to. You gonna keep driving today?”
