Page 40 of Falling for the Forbidden
“Things aren’t always as they seem.” It’s not the first time he’s said those words to me.
“So, what are they, then? What are you trying to say?”
He’s silent for a few seconds as he tries to come up with an answer. “I don’t want to drag you into it. Just be aware, is all.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I wait for him to elaborate, but it soon becomes clear that he’s not going to say any more on the matter.
“Now, copy and paste that stuff into a new spreadsheet so it looks like you’ve made a start, and then meet me in your dad’s office.” He winks at me as he tidies up the pizza boxes and a rush of heat fills my body.
I shouldn’t be fucking my stepbrother. I really shouldn’t be fucking him on my dad’s desk. And I really,reallyshouldn’t be this excited about it.
I do what I need to do in case Dad starts asking questions first thing. I’ve no idea what Ben’s doing, but I can hear him crashing about in Dad’s office. My pulse thunders in my veins as I think about what’s waiting for me on the other side of that door.
This is so very wrong, but I can’t think of anything I want more right now.
By the time I hit save, my entire body is aching with anticipation for what’s to come.
After shutting down the computer, I comb my fingers through my hair and wipe away any smudged makeup from under my eyes. It’s crazy because he’s been sitting here right next to me for the last hour, but I’m nervous.
My legs feel like jelly as I walk over to the door. I should just turn the handle and walk in, but something stops me.
With excitement and anticipation filling me, I lift my hand and gently knock the solid wood.
“Come in.” His voice is deep and has tingles racing down my spine.
The door clicks as I turn the handle, then I push it open and walk in. I find Ben sitting in Dad’s chair with his feet propped up on the edge of the desk like he owns the place.
If it wasn’t for the pulsing muscle in his neck, I’d say he was totally unaffected by this situation, but I know it’s not the case.
He’s just as excited as I am right now.
“Strip,” he demands. His fingers entwine across his stomach as he rests back in the chair like he’s about to watch TV—only his sole focus in on my body.
My hands tremble a little as I lift them to the top button on my blouse, but I never move my eyes from his.
With each button I undo, his blue eyes darken and the muscle in his neck pulses faster. He’s fighting to keep himself in that chair right now, and the knowledge that it’s me causing that has fire burning in my belly and my confidence soaring.
Turning my back to him, I allow the fabric to fall from my shoulders and slowly drop down my arms, exposing my back. It flutters to the floor and I look over my shoulder just in time to watch him follow its journey.
When his attention comes back to me, his impatience is clear on his face. “More.”
Nodding at his request, I unclip my bra. I make quick work of toeing off my shoes and unzipping and dropping my skirt, revealing my thong-clad arse to him. His groan of approval spurs me on.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes when I turn. His eyes drop from mine in favour of my body. Heat burns a trail where his gaze roams my skin. My nipples pucker as if he’s touching them and even more heat descends to my core.
“Come here. I want you on this desk.”
Nerves find their way in when I notice a photo of Dad and Jenny on the sideboard, but knowing he’s the sole reason I’m here working late in the first place helps me push the concern aside. As I walk past, I lie the frame face down so I don’t have to look at them again.
There’s just enough space between Ben and the desk, so after climbing over his leg, I settle myself with my arse on the edge.
Feeling brazen under his intense stare, I lift one leg at a time and place my foot on the armrest of the chair, exposing myself to him.
He swallows and shifts a little in his seat as he stares at the tiny bit of lace stopping him from seeing every part of me.
I rest back on my elbows, my chest heaving with my increased breaths, my breasts rising and falling at a rapid rate.
He rips his eyes from my centre and runs them up my body. My nipples tighten and my stomach clenches with the desire and need to be touched.
