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CLARKE

Watchingherthroughthedoor had been a bad idea. I knew I shouldn’t. She was my business partner’s baby sister, and she didn’t know I was watching. Still, I couldn’t turn away as she shimmied her hips to the music, her hands drifting along her body.

Even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t look away. There was something about the way she was moving that had me wanting to push the door to the side and grab her by the hips. After that, I didn’t know whether I would push her up against a wall and kiss her senseless or dance with her.

My dick seemed to have ideas of its own, straining against the jeans I had put on after my shower. Leigh seeing me half-naked hadn’t been part of my plan either. I was determined to spend whatever time I needed hidden away from the media circus that was my life.

I forced myself to turn away and headed toward the dining room in the center of the house. For the next few weeks, the dining room would be covered in boxes and papers as I tried to find every shred of evidence that I could. One of my former business partners had thought it would be considered a bonus to steal nearly fifty million dollars from the business. When I had found signs of the embezzlement a few months ago, it had only been a few thousand. The deeper I dug, the more missing money seemed to turn up.

On my way to the library, I stopped in the kitchen and poured myself a glass of whiskey. Even as I sat in front of piles of photocopied bank records, all I could think about was Leigh dancing or the way she had stared at my body when she walked into the house.

What I wouldn’t give to spend a night with her,I thought as I opened my notebook and took a sip of whiskey. I tried to banish the thoughts from my mind as I grabbed the first few pieces of paper and laid them out in front of me.

I was only able to focus for a few moments before thoughts of shoving the paperwork to the floor and bending Leigh over the table filtered through my brain. With a groan, I thought of old men in thongs and downed the rest of the whiskey.

“Not the time or the place,” I muttered, opening my laptop, and trying not to think about her still dancing around in her bedroom. “Or the woman.”

For a few hours, I was able to focus on my work. I sifted through the pages, highlighting the dollar amounts that didn’t line up. With each new discovery, I imagined dragging Jared Ryker through the mud and tossing him in a pit full of spikes. He had nearly sunk our company. Hell, he would still be trying to sink our company if he hadn’t slipped up.

When the moon started shining through the window, I pushed away from the table and went to my room. There was still music blasting as I passed Leigh’s room. The door was open a crack, and she was still twirling around, a large smile on her face.

A memory came to the surface. Our families had gotten together for a barbecue when she was seven or eight. I remember her dancing with fairy wings on, begging Tyson to dance with her. Tyson had given in easily, doing anything to make his baby sister smile. At twenty-one, I thought it was ridiculous, and I had wanted to hide inside and work on our business. He had told me to fuck off while he spent time with his sister.

Now, all I could think about while watching her shake her ass was fucking his sister.

Another shower now,I thought, hurrying into my room and slamming the door shut. The door shook on its hinges as I stormed into the attached bathroom and shed my clothes. Within minutes, hot water cascaded down my back. Even over the sound of the water, I could still hear the music pounding.

Fuck it,I thought as I pictured Leigh opening the shower door and getting inside with me. I could imagine the dark hair tumbling down her back in thick waves. I thought about what it would be like to wrap her hair around my hand, tilting her head back and watching her take my cock.

With a groan, I wrapped my hand around my cock and started stroking. I pictured her on her knees, her delicate tongue licking my length before she took me whole. My hand sped up as I stroked, the steam just starting to cloud the glass.

As I imagined her spread across my bed, her fingers knotted in my hair as I brought her closer and closer to an orgasm, there was the telltale creak of the bathroom door opening. I glanced up as Leigh crept inside. When her eyes landed on the shower, I looked away and stroked faster. There was something about knowing that she was watching me that turned me on more. She let out a soft gasp as the steam continued to fill the room. I groaned as I came, imagining her hand in place of mine.

“Enjoy the show?” I asked as I cleaned off beneath the spray. I wiped away some of the steam that had gathered on the glass door and looked out at her. “I don’t normally want an audience, but for you, I’m willing to make an exception.”

“You can keep your exception,” Leigh said, crossing her arms as her eyes roamed over my body. I didn’t miss the way her thighs clenched together seconds before she pushed herself off the counter she had been leaning on.

“You might want to wipe away the drool before you say that next time.”

She rolled her beautiful brown eyes and walked out of the room. I chuckled and finished my shower. After getting dressed, I walked down the hall to find her door open. Leigh was lounging on her bed, her camisole bunched around her waist to show a thin sliver of skin. I wanted to join her on the bed, biting and sucking along that sliver of skin until she was begging me to give her the release she craved.

You should not be thinking about your best friend and business partner’s much younger sister like that. He would kill you.

The shrieking of my phone pulled me away from thoughts of all the ways Tyson would murder me. I read the emergency alert and groaned, leaning back against the wall and pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Looks like neither of us will be leaving,” Leigh said, looking at the half-filled bottle of wine on her nightstand. I snorted as she ran her fingers along the bottle.

“Trying to seduce that bottle or drink it dry?”

Leigh scowled at me, her mouth moving slightly as she got up and walked to her bags. She flung a pair of jeans and a shirt onto her bed, lacy underwear set flying after it. I eyed the underwear with interest, wondering what it looked like on her. As soon as I pictured the underwear on her, I started picturing the underwear on my bedroom floor.

“What did you say?” I asked, my tone light and teasing. “I don’t think I heard that.”

Leigh froze for a moment before turning around with a small smirk playing at the corners of her full lips. “I said, you wish I’d drink you dry.”

Before I could respond, she slammed the door shut. I looked at the emergency alert again and sighed. It didn’t look like either of us would be returning home any time soon. A series of storms were going to hit our area, likely causing power outages and flooding. There wasn’t a lot of food in the lake house, and there certainly wasn’t enough alcohol to spend days trapped with Leigh.

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