Page 29 of Charmed and Alarmed

“Fuck.” The word leaves my mouth in a sharp hiss as the two of us grapple with my belt in an uncoordinated mess, panting into each other’s mouths. My cock is already hard when Leni finally manages to shove down my boxer briefs, but it’s barely been freed before I reach down to grab the back of her thighs, lifting until my length is pressed against her pussy with only a pair of panties between us.

Leni whimpers, pulling them aside, and in seconds, I’ve guided my tip to her entrance. I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from groaning as I plow forward, bottoming out inside her. This is beyond reckless, beyond stupid, and yet, even knowing that isn’t enough to make me slow this down.

She clings to me, her teeth buried in her bottom lip, as I set a relentless pace, driving in and out of her with little thought beyond sending her back to work with my cum leaking out of her pretty cunt. If someone were to try to press their ear to the door, there would be no mistaking the wet slap of skin on skin and Leni’s gasps every time I bottom out, grinding my piercing on her clit.

Dimly, I’m aware of something falling off the shelf behind us, but neither of us looks around to see what it was. Even counting the weekend we just had, I’ve never in my life had sex like this, frantic and animalistic.

“I’m gonna come,” she whispers brokenly, just as her inner walls begin to clutch greedily at my shaft, determined to milk me dry. “Holden, oh fuck,oh fuck?—”

Watching this woman come on my dick has rapidly become my very favorite sight. It’s intoxicating, watching her control shatter as she gives in to what I’m doing to her. Nobody has ever seen her this way, or felt her from the inside, or knows what she looks like when she goes over the edge.

Just me.

The thought of that alone has me coming. Hard. I surge forward, my hands digging into her thighs as I grind helplessly into her, unloading as deep as I can. It’s going to be leaking out of her all day. I’ll sit at my desk, watching her squirm, and know it’s because my cum is soaking her cocktease panties.

Then, I’m going to follow her home and fill her up all over again.

“Shit.” I stare between us as I pull out of her pink, swollen pussy, a combination of our releases coating my shaft. We really shouldn’t have done this. Any number of people have a key to this room and could have come in to find me balls deep in my partner’s daughter.Includingthe partner in question.

Leni lets out a reluctant little laugh as I set her back on her feet, both of us adjusting our respective clothing. At our feet, a box of highlighters has fallen and burst open, scattering neon markers over the floor. Without a word, both of us kneel, hastily gathering them up.

“About what you heard…” I begin, my throat tightening as I remember the reason I followed her here in the first place.

“It’s none of my business.” She sounds convincing enough, but despite the bravado, she still doesn’t quite meet my eye.

I swallow. “I haven’t been with anyone in months. Bram threw me off.”

It’s clear this has surprised her, but she doesn’t ask questions, keeping her attention on repacking the box of highlighters. In the quiet of the supply closet, I can hear every rustle of our clothing, and the sound of my own heartbeat. “And, for the record, Len.” She looks up, and as our eyes meet, the organ in my chest, which I once believed purely functional, stutters. “It’s your business.”

12

LENORA

“So, this is the master bedroom.” Honor leads the way into a spacious but warm space, her low heels clicking on the polished wood floors.

Considering her fiancé's net worth, their home is a surprise. I thought for sure he was the type to build some contemporary monstrosity in the middle of the woods and post guards every ten feet along the perimeter, but Julian Ballard went a different direction. Presumably following Honor’s fond recollection of time spent at our grandparents’ home, he bought it for her.

It’s been years since our mom’s parents sold it and even longer since we spent much time here, but the place is more or less the same. The old colonial stands at the end of a quiet, tree-lined street, surrounded by a sprawling yard. There’s a patio out back and a tire swing hanging by a rope. It’s the kind of house that looks like it should be covered in a layer of fluffy snow, with a Christmas tree glittering in the window and kids’ boots lined up to dry in front of a fire.

“So, are you pregnant yet?”

Honor scowls at me, but I don’t miss the flush rising over her cheeks. “No.” She holds up the glass of wine in her hand impatiently. “I know your maternal instincts are nonexistent, but drinking alcohol while pregnant is generally frowned upon.”

I shrug, unperturbed by this comment. “You have maternal instincts enough for the both of us. Which is why I’m surprised Ballard hasn’t sealed the deal. I thought he was in it to win it.”

“This looks pretty in it to win it to me,” offers Sophie, peering past Honor to admire the bedroom. “It really is gorgeous, Honor.”

My sister beams, her annoyance with me forgotten. “Julian gave me free rein with the decorating, but I made him help me with the paint colors. I’m really not sold on the wallpaper in the closet, though…”

She and Sophie wander through the doorway to my grandmother’s old walk-in closet, and I sigh, turning back toward the stairs instead. Dad and Julian seem to have developed a truce of sorts and get along well enough despite the multitude of awkward pitfalls to be had in such a relationship. I find the two of them sitting five feet apart on the couch, their eyes glued to the golf tournament playing on TV.

“You’re going to be wallpapering the master bedroom closet again,” I warn Julian, sinking onto the farthest end of the sectional from the two men. “Prepare yourself.”

My future brother-in-law chuckles, apparently unbothered. “I appreciate the heads up.”

Sure enough, footsteps sound from upstairs, and moments later, Sophie and Honor emerge in the living room. “The wallpaper has to go,” reports Honor with a sigh, rounding the couch to sink down beside Julian. “It’s way too dark in there. Sophie agrees.”

He wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close, kissing her temple without taking his eyes off the game. “Whatever you want.”

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