Page 12 of Stepson

“Um, there’s another shower in…” I trail off, not able to keep my thoughts collected.

I meant to tell him there are several other bathrooms in the estate, but I can’t spit it out. His nearly naked body distracts the hell out of me to the point I can’t even blink.

“Cool, I’ll just be a minute.” He comes in uninvited as he walks right up to me. “You wouldn’t want to join me, would you?”

A flush runs across my skin as my nipples harden in my bra, pressing deliciously against the soft fabric. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to strip right here in front of him so he can taste and lick my body where I crave him.

“I, um, no.”

He chuckles. “Suit yourself.”

Then he steps away from me and heads for the bathroom, tugging at his briefs until his plump ass cheeks steal my attention. He shuts the door, but not all the way. If things were different, I’d have totally joined him, but I can’t.

We’ve already made a huge mistake out in the garden. I won’t let that happen again if I can help it. Oh, who am I kidding? I can’t stop much of anything when it comes to Gabe Price.

I sneak up to the bathroom door when I hear the shower start and the glass door slide shut. I know I shouldn’t be trying to spy on him, but I can’t help myself. Seeing Gabe naked will give me great visuals for tonight when I bust out another toy to relieve the throbbing ache between my legs.

But as I look in and see his reflection in the mirror, I nearly fucking drop. He stands facing the shower head with one hand propped up on the wall while his other hand strokes his long, thick erection. My mouth falls open as I watch him, knowing I won’t be able to control myself.

My hand nudges the bottom of my sun dress up before I slip into the top of my panties. I won’t go in there, but I’ll definitely watch him.

His hand strokes a bit faster as he throws his head back and lets out a small moan. The action makes me drip as I slide my fingers through my pussy to wet them before I find my clit and slowly circle myself.

Excitement shoots through me as my nipples pebble into tight buds. My eyes never leave his movements as I try to match my circling fingers with the rhythm of his stroking hand. I have to bite down on my bottom lip to keep myself from letting out a moan. This feels so fucking good and he isn’t even the one touching me.

His stroking becomes harder and faster as his heavy breathing and small grunts echo through the bathroom.

Fuck me, this is hot.

My fingers circle harder and faster as well, pushing me to the edge of an orgasm as my core tightens and my breath hitches in my throat.

“Fuck yes, Bentley,” Gabe groans out in a sandy tone.

Hearing my name from his lips as he jerks himself off sends me flying off the cliff. My orgasm explodes as I try to stay as quiet as I can. Gabe lets out a strangled moan as I notice we’re cumming together, but alone.

His stroking slows down as my body relaxes, but the throbbing between my legs isn’t gone. I fear the only way it’s going to stop is by Gabe fucking me again.

The thought leaves me unsettled as I step away from the bathroom door and take off running out of the bathroom. As much as I want Gabe again, I know it’s not smart or good of me to do so. I’m still a married woman the last time I checked. And the worst part? I’m married to his father.

Watching Gabe leave my room makes my heart flutter. The way he pinned me up against the house and fucked me while his finger thrust in my ass will forever be burned into my memories. My panties are still soaked, and if Maggie hadn’t come in to interrupt, I have no doubt I would have fucked him again.

Chapter nine

Gabe

As I dry off, a permanent grin plasters itself on my face. Bentley though she was being all secretive, but I saw every stroke of her hand, every bottom lip nibble, and every contour of her face when she came with me.

I love mirrors.

I knew she wouldn’t be in her room when I came out, but I really wished she was. If only she’d let her body and feelings take over. Fuck, we’d have one hell of a week, but I know she won’t come to me easily.

She’s married to my bastard of a father, and it’s clear she’s fighting her desires for me. I’d like to change that, but I won’t rush her.

After I get dressed, I go in search of Bentley and find her in the kitchen cutting up some fruit.

“Hey.”

She startles when I greet her, making my grin stretch wider. I’m just on edge as she is, but I know how to control mine better.

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