But then sanity broke through.
“Wait, what are we doing?” I whispered, pulling back in a daze. “You’re my stepbrother! We can’t do this!”
He laughed, deep and raspy in his throat.
“Yes, we can, baby girl. I’ve wanted you for a while now and you look so fucking ripe in that tight dress. Goddamn, when did you become a woman?”
Then, the CEO pressed me against the wall again, his palms splayed across my ass. He yanked me flush against him, and this time, I gasped because I could feel, unmistakably, how hard he was.
“Oh!” I whispered.
I shouldn’t want this. I absolutely should not. But the more wrong it gets, the hotter I burn for it.
Hunter broke the kiss first, his eyes pinning me, pupils blown wide. “You want me to stop?”
I shook my head, couldn’t form a single word.
“Use your words, Tara.” The sound of my name on his lips made me melt. His hands slipped up, cupping my breasts over the soft fabric, thumbs flicking my nipples until they ached. “Tell me.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered.
That’s all the commanding alpha male needed to hear. Hunter slid a hand under my dress, up the wetness of my thighs, and paused at my drenched slit.
“No panties, sweetheart?” he rasped, going stock still.
I blushed, even though I knew he couldn’t see in the dimness.
“This dress was so tight that I had panty-lines, so I decided to go bare,” I whispered, so embarrassed to be telling him this. OMG, OMG, he’s going to think I’m insanely lame!
But Hunter merely chuckled deep in his throat, lightly brushing my sensitive spot.
“I like it,” he growled. “You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you? Let’s see just how naughty, Tara-bear.”
Then, his fingers kept searching, skimming over my clit and making me moan. I bit down hard on his shoulder, as with a throaty chuckle, he slid two fingers inside.
“Oh, mmm!” I cried out, unable to help myself.
“Shhhh,” he rasped against my lips. “Quiet, sweetheart, although I love that your moans are just for me.”
He moved slow then, rotating his fingers in a sensuous motion, knuckles brushing the insides of my thighs, palm grinding against my clit. I could barely keep standing.
“Oh, mmm!” I cried, quieter this time. “Oooooh!”
“Look at you,” he murmured, thumb circling. “You love it when I touch you like this, hmm? My slutty little stepsister.”
What was he saying? Yet the words sounded good, and I nodded, eyes closed, whole body strung out on the edge. He pushed me higher and higher, until I started to whimper. I heard voices—someone leaving the party—and panicked, but Hunter clamped his hand over my mouth so that my cries were muffled. Yet the handsome man kept working me, relentless, until I shattered in his arms.
“Oh oh oh!” I shrieked from beneath his palm, my cries muffled by his square hand. “Mmmph!”
“Shhh,” he soothed, still stirring his fingers in my wetness. “Shhhh, you’re so beautiful baby, coming like this in my arms.”
After, I sagged against him, limp and gasping, cheeks flushed and panting. He pulled my dress down and kissed my hair.
“You’re trouble,” he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear in a gentle motion. “Goddam, how did you become so beautiful?”
Then, he stepped away and melted back into the party, leaving me flushed, startled and altogether hungry for more of him.
But I didn’t see much of Hunter after that. Sure, there were a few family gatherings but he stayed away from me. I’d only see his tall figure and dark hair from across the room, although there were a few times I could swear those blue eyes trailed my figure hungrily. But whenever I turned, he was always in conversation with someone else. So I chalked it up to a chink in his armor, and a passing obsession that went as fast as it came. I try not to think of my stepbrother, but obviously, Hunter still haunts me in my dreams.
