Page 18 of Her Stepbrother Master
He removed his little finger and slid a thicker one inside, getting deeper this time until she felt him tickling her inner wall.
She squirmed, her hips dancing up and down.
He pinned her pelvis to the bed and lowered his head to her sex, flicking his tongue over her sensitive nub at the same time he pushed one finger in and out of her.
She cried out, trying to squirm under his hold, the feeling too intense.
“I’m going to count to three and I want you to come.”
She wasn’t sure what he wanted or what he meant, but he began to count.
“One…” He shoved his finger deeper, the knuckles of his hand pressing against her entrance with delicious pressure. “Two…” He pumped his finger faster, in and out, while he sucked at her nub.
She wanted to scream and tear his hair out. She flailed beneath him, frantic for something, but she didn’t know what.
“Three.”
She came unglued, her body convulsing, her sex squeezing his finger as wave after wave of release washed over her.
He held his finger buried deep inside her, but he continued to suck her button until her climax had passed.
She lay back, limp as a rag doll, her arms and legs splayed open without shame.
Brad kissed up her belly, to her breasts and neck and finally settled over her, bringing his lips to hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he gave her a sensuous kiss, his tongue licking against the seam of her lips until she parted them and gave him entry.
To her great disappointment, he climbed off her, looking somewhat pained. She didn’t miss the gigantic bulge in his pants where his manhood had swelled.
He pulled the covers up to her chin and tucked both teddy bears in beside her. “Good night, sweet girl.”
“Am I going to bed?” she asked in a wobbly voice. “I can’t sleep naked—I, uh, need my nightgown.”
A wicked-looking grin crossed his face. “Daddy put you to bed naked. That means you sleep in the nude.”
She stared up at him, eyes round as saucers, trying to understand. He wasn’t going to sleep with her, but he wanted her to remain naked...it didn’t make sense.
Brad switched off the light, leaving her lying in the dark, feeling about as small as a four-year-old put to bed by her Daddy. Small in a cherished and loved sort of way. Her entire body radiated warmth from his caresses and her climax. Her sex still pulsed, slick and swollen from his ministrations. As satisfying as it had been, she still wanted more. She wanted Brad naked, covering her body with his own. Golly, she’d never felt more aroused in her life. And confused. She rolled to her side, tucking both teddy bears against her chest. She wondered what it would be like to sleep with Brad instead. Would he pull her into his muscled chest the way she held the bears? She imagined how safe and cared for she’d feel.
Why had he simply pleasured her and left to sleep on the couch? Nothing about her sexy stepbrother made sense, did it?
4
Brad sat across from the Jones Architecture client and listened as Jeff Jones, his boss and the owner of the company, tried to upsell the poor client a million features in his new home that he didn’t need.
The way he’d been trained, the true art of architecture was designing the most functional and beautiful structure and still remain in budget. He remembered his professor had said, “Anyone can design a palace to perfection with unlimited funds. However, it takes true talent to make it fit in your client’s price range.”
The annoying part of it all was that Mr. Jones was in cahoots with the builder, who provided him kickbacks for recommending or insisting on unnecessarily expensive building materials.
The client, Mr. Washburn, sat sweating. The cost of his home had crept up each time so that now he was looking at almost one-third again what he’d originally set as his high-end cap. And Mr. Jones had a remarkable way of selling things to Mrs. Washburn so that her husband became the bad guy every time he said no.
She was a pretty young wife, with ribbons in her hair and a crisp, cherry-print dress. Of course, Washburn wanted to give her everything she dreamed of. And he thought it was horrible that the man was being diminished in his wife’s eyes because of this house.
These were the things that made him want to start his own business. He would run it with integrity. He would give his customers the very best possible product and not try to rip them off with foolish notions.
“Jonathan, wouldn’t the breakfast nook be lovely?” Mrs. Washburn cooed.
A knock sounded on the conference room door and Miss Frank, the secretary, poked her head in. “I’m so sorry to disturb you, Mr. Jones, but your wife is on the phone and she says it’s an emergency.”
