Page 43 of The Tangle of Awful

Unease is chased away by indignation. “Excuse me?”

“Tell me you don’t want to hit that,” he says, laughing. “I mean, I know you’re married and all but—”

“She’s my stepdaughter,” I snap, slamming my pen down on the table with enough force I’m surprised it didn’t splatter ink everywhere.

His eyes widen comically and then he raises his palms like one would to a dog with sharp teeth that’s snarling at them. “Oh. Holy shit. No disrespect, man.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and suck in a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down before I speak again. When I’ve composed myself, I level him with a firm glare. “She’s off-limits, Garrick. You will not date my girl.”

Mine.

My fucking girl.

He nods in agreement. “Of course not. She’s just beautiful. That’s all I meant.”

“I understand,” I say in a dismissive tone. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a ton of work to catch up on in my office.”

Garrick slinks out of my office, leaving me to gather my files. I attempt to keep my focus on my goal—get to my office without distraction—but I find myself slowing to a stop in front of Karla’s desk.

Aubrey sits primly beside Karla as my assistant chatters on the phone with someone. Aubrey’s thighs are downright lickable, smooth and shiny, and my mouth waters for a forbidden taste.

Walk away, Hugo.

Walk the fuck away or everyone in this office is going to see how hard your stepdaughter makes your dick simply by existing.

I clear my throat and aim my attention at Aubrey’s pretty, glossy lips. “Want to come tell me about your day so far?”

Her eyes light up and a grin spreads across her face. “Absolutely.”

My dick chubs in my slacks. I turn on my heel, stalking into my office, so she doesn’t take notice. I’ve barely sat down behind my desk when she walks in.

“Close the door,” I say in a gruff tone. “Please.”

She nods, her cheeks blooming pink like a rose, and shuts the door behind her. For a moment, we simply stare at one another. My mind is going a million miles per second, giving me illicit flash after flash of images—all of which have me shoving her skirt up her thighs, spreading her toned legs apart, and feasting on what I know would be the sweetest pussy in existence.

“I missed you today.” My voice is hoarse with need. I roll back a little in my chair and pat my own thigh.

Fucking really, man? Your lap?

To my surprise, her smile twists from sweet into something deviant. My dick is eager, hard and forcing the fabric of my slacks to tighten around it. There’s no hiding the fact I’m caging an erection in a sixteen-hundred-dollar pair of Tom Ford twill slacks.

She saunters my way, the unsure girliness gone and in its place a sexually confident panther. I’m prey, caught in her grip, as she makes her way over to me. Her scent swirls around me and I ache to bury my face in her hair to inhale it straight from the source.

Turning in my chair to face her, I slightly part my thighs to give her room to sit. Her gaze settles on the obvious outline of my cock. The pink on her cheeks returns and the smile she offers me is private. A smile just for me. A knowing, pleased smile.

I’m in so much fucking trouble right now.

How do I stop?

She places her hand on my shoulder to steady herself as she sits on my thigh. Her leg brushes against my dick, sending explosive energy coursing through my entire body. I open my mouth to speak—to say anything to douse this charged moment in cold water—but nothing comes out. Her fingers tease along my neck and through the trimmed hair on my head. Unable to sit and do nothing, I give my hand permission to go where it wants.

A gasp escapes her as my hand meets her naked thigh. With her sitting, her skirt has ridden up, revealing more beautiful tattooed skin. I’m caught in a dangerous moment in time where we’re on the precipice of something that could ruin my entire life. Anyone could walk in and make terrible conclusions—all of which would be true.

I want to fuck my stepdaughter.

And she sure as hell wants to fuck me.

Grabbing hold of her hip with my other hand, I pull her closer to me, loving the zing of pleasure that shoots to my balls at the touch of her body against my most sensitive part. Her fingers slide deeper into my hair and she slightly tugs at the strands.

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