“I’m not ready.”
She sighed dramatically, but I dipped my middle finger inside her, hushing her. When I found her clit, her legs trembled. One of her ankles bent, nearly sending her tumbling, but I grabbed hold of her waist, keeping her upright while I buried my fingers in her wet cunt.
“Do you think any of those people down there know you’re up here being fingered by your stepbrother?” I taunted. “What would they say if they figured out how much of a slut you are?”
She didn’t want to like it, but her moans gave her away.
“Rowen,” I heard from my left.
I turned to see my personal assistant, James, walking toward us. Avery froze, aware of our new company, but I didn’t stop playing with her pussy as I stared down the man trying to interrupt us.
She made a pathetic sound somewhere between a whimper and a sigh, like she was ashamed of just how much she was enjoying it.
“James,” I said as he got closer.
Avery was covered, but there was no doubt James would know exactly what was going on.
“Didn’t expect to see you two out.”
I tightened my arm around her waist. “I can’t say no to my girlfriend, and she was getting restless in the apartment.” My lips curled with a smirk when she stifled a moan. “But we are trying to have a nice, quiet date night if you don’t mind.”
James didn’t budge. “There’s something I needed to discuss with you.”
“Make it quick,” I said as I slid two fingers inside Avery’s cunt.
“I think we should discuss it alone.” His eyes briefly trailed to my stepsister.
Right.
I withdrew my fingers and pulled Avery to stand. Her eyes barely met mine, and I don’t think I’d ever seen her face so red, but the spark of desire remained.
“Go grab a drink from the bar,” I told her, soft but firm.
“But the serv—”
“Avery,” I said sternly.
She looked confused, irritated we’d been interrupted, but after a second, she turned and walked past James. I turned to look at the floor below, and moments later, she emerged from the shadows, beelining for the bar.
“Make it quick, James.”
“I have what you asked for.” He reached into his suit and pulled out a small package. “I figured since it wasn’t obtained the typical way, you wanted to keep it a secret.”
“Don’t judge me, James,” I warned as I took the package and tucked it into my jacket.
He raised his hands in surrender. “Never.” He looked down at the crowd. “You'd better get your girl back up here.”
I looked down to see two men approaching her from opposite sides. The bigger one reached her first and started talking to her, so the smaller guy stayed close and watched the exchange. She smiled politely at the first man and shook her head, but he moved closer, invading her space. He took her hand and planted a kiss on the back. She was clearly nervous, but not the good kind, and yet, she laughed anyway.
My blood boiled, and my knuckles turned white as I gripped the railing, wondering if she was enjoying another man flirting with her, if she knew I was watching. She should’ve been pushing that man away, slapping him across the face, anythingto get him to stop, before walking her little ass up here so I could fuck it before we left.
Taking Avery out had been a mistake.
“James,” I called out. “I need something else. I’ll text you.”
He nodded, and I didn’t watch him leave as I looked back at my stepsister.
The second man was getting closer, picking up on the first guy’s failed attempt.
