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My mind played out a scenario I knew I’dneverbe bold enough to turn into a reality. I envisioned sneaking into Mason's room under the cover of darkness. My heart pounded in my chest at the thought of him, completely bare and vulnerable, in the middle of his bed. Despite being asleep, his cock stood at attention, a tantalizing invitation to fulfill my darkest fantasies.

I couldn't resist giving in to the overwhelming urge building within me and increased the speed of my fingers against my throbbing clit. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but I refused to let out even the slightest moan for fear of being caught.

My imagination transported me onto Mason's body, straddling him and feeling his broad chest beneath my fingertips. I mimicked the motion with my hand, plunging two fingers into my dripping pussy as I rode him with reckless abandon. My pussy clenched around nothing but air as I lost myself in the moment.

“Yes,” I hissed under my breath, imagining Mason’s smile as he looked up at me on top of him. Would he have soft compliments for me? Moan my name?

As I tried to push Mason out of my mind, my thoughts abruptly shifted to my dad. In my mind's eye, I could see him standing in the doorway of this room, a sly smile on his face as he called himself my "daddy". His dark eyes would be hooded with desire as he watched me finger myself. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, both thrilling and disturbing me at the same time.

No.I shouldn’t think about him. Mason was off-limits, but my dad was completely forbidden. It was a fine line of distinction, but I convinced myself my attraction to the man who I wasn’t actually related to was okay.

So, I forced myself to think of Mason again. His strong arms, his hazel eyes, his hard cock.

I thought about riding him again and a whimper slipped out of my mouth. I moved my fingers in and out faster, and just as I was about to come, I thought of my dad again. He was in the room with me and Mason, smacking my ass, because that was what a good daddy did, punished his little girl for being naughty.

My orgasm ripped through me before I could redirect my thoughts. I shook and panted as I came, my mind flickering between my dad and my stepfather.

When the orgasm passed, I felt ashamed of myself. Why did I think of my father? And why did those thoughts send me flying over the edge?

I swallowed hard and promised myself this wouldn’t happen again. I needed to focus on my boyfriend. That was the whole point of this trip and I needed to stop fantasizing about men who would never in a million years want me.

Chapter8

Mason

Iloved to cook. When I was younger, I even considered going to culinary school. Instead, I ended up making my career in the construction industry. I even owned my own company now. But I still enjoyed my time in the kitchen.

“How about I make everyone dinner?” I offered when everyone happened to be gathered around in the living room that evening. Even Axel’s grumpy ass was there after spending most of the day locked up in his room. He just grunted in response.

“Thanks, man,” Joey said, spread out on the couch as he continued to watch TV. He didn’t even look up, and I felt my dislike for the man flare inside of me.

“Do you need any help?” Poppy asked, popping up from the armchair by the fireplace, where she was forced to sit because her selfish boyfriend hadn’t made room for her on the couch.

“Sure,” I said, giving her a smile. I turned to Axel. “I saw some steaks in the refrigerator. I seem to remember you’re a big meat eater, right?

He nodded, and I turned away with an annoyed huff. I’d tried to reconnect with Axel many times over the years, even before I married Janie, but the stubborn man was never responsive to my attempts. Then, my marriage to Janie made things worse.

I was probably going to just have to accept I’d never re-establish that friendship. It was a shame because I’d always admired the man and even though so much time had passed, I’d always hoped we could be close again someday.

“So, what are we having with the steaks?” Poppy asked as we entered the kitchen together.

“I think mashed potatoes and asparagus.”

She smiled. “I forgot how good you are at cooking. My mom is lucky.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her I could show her exactly how lucky her mom was to have me, but I didn’t think she was ready for such blatant flirting.

“Why don’t you peel and cut the potatoes?” I suggested.

Getting the steak out, I seasoned the meat and heated the pan up. Glancing over at Poppy, I saw she was struggling with her task. I couldn’t help grinning at her attempts to peel the potatoes without cutting away large portions of the it. I forgot she wasn’t much of a cook. It made it more meaningful she offered to help once I remembered that.

A chuckle slipped out, and she glanced over at me. “What?”

“Nothing,” I said, moving to stand behind her. “I just want to give you a hand.”

I could have just stood beside her to show her what to do, but I wanted to feel her luscious curves pressed against me again. So, I wrapped my arms around her from behind and guided her hands through the process of peeling and cutting the potatoes. My cock was already hard for her and it pressed up between her ass cheeks. I bit my cheek and forced myself not to grind into her.Not yet. It was enough for her to just know what kind of reaction she caused my body. I could tell she got the message by the way her spine snapped into place at the feeling.

She was such a good girl that she seemed shocked, and fantasies of corrupting her distracted the hell out of me. My movements faltered and Poppy turned her head to look at me. Our faces were only inches apart. I was captivated by her coffee colored gaze, and my desire to kiss her was almost overwhelming. I hardly cared about Axel and Joey being in the adjacent room, able to peek in at any moment and catch us in the act.

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