- Chapter One -
He knew he could stop her if he wanted to. He knew he could make her leave, kick her out of his room and lock the door after her. He knew he should end it. But instead, he let her walk in and drape herself over him, kiss him and pretend to love him.
"Something on your mind," she questioned, sultry voice pulling him back to reality.
"What's it to you," he growled, eyes taking in the nearly empty bottle of scotch on his side table.
Soft smirk locked in place, she slid back up the bed, resting her head next to his ear and let out a soft breath, aiming it perfectly at his ear lobe.
"Well," she pouted, running her fingers across his neck…chest…stomach. "Doesn't a good step mother's role ask that she inquire after her step son's worries?"
She adjusted herself so that she was on her stomach now, head propped up on one elbow, looking across at his face.
"And isn't she supposed to…" she paused to straddle him, anchor her hands one on each side of his hips and descend her mouth to his chest "…make him feel better after a long…hard day…"
"Does her role also include fucking the step son when ever she gets bored of her husband?" he interrupted, a slight throbbing working its way across his temple. He could feel the alcohol working its way through his system.
"No, that's a little something extra I added," she purred, moving to her work on his stomach, tongue playing over each muscle, teeth tugging on a spot just above the abdomen.
Despite himself, a husky guttural noise escaped his lips, and surged on, she moved further down, fingers moving to the zipper of his jeans, sliding under the waistband.
Before she could continue, he'd pulled her back up so that they were face to face and taken her lips with his.
In one swift move, he rolled her onto her back, pinning her beneath his body, lips hungry on hers. Arms anchored on each side of her body, he moved to her chest, mouth sucking at the valley between her breasts.
Hearing her moan, feeling her fingers tangling in his hair, her legs sliding across his own, he moved further down, hands coming down to grip the sides of her stomach while his mouth bit down on a spot just above her hip bone. This earned a second, deeper moan.
Flexing his back to change positions, he moved back up the length of her body, mouth workings its way across the contours of her side, hands sliding around her frame to pull her tight against him.
As he bit down on her shoulder, she whispered his name and softly raked her nails across his back. But he was oblivious to it now. The scotch and whatever else he had taken with it was finally doing its job. Numb to it all, he continued, the silent air pierced every few seconds by her moans.
Later, when she had finally fallen asleep, exhausted and curled up against his side, he, non-too-gently, removed her arm from across his chest and slid out of bed. Groping for his clothes in the dark, he moved about the room. Finally dressed, he moved to the side table, emptied the bottle of alcohol and grabbed his car keys.
Minutes later, he exited the mansion, found his BMW exactly where he'd parked it, and drove off.
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Side note: I know it's a little confusing at this point, but bare with me. Chapter Two will clear a few things up. Hopefully.
