Page 88 of Stepbrothers

“I’m proud of you.” He tapped his lap. “Come sit here and tell us more.”

She did as he’d asked, wrapping her arms around his neck and putting her bare feet on the sofa. “They were really nice, put me at ease, and the more I spoke, the more I knew how much I wanted to get on the course. The time is right.”

“I’m proud of you.” Hugh squeezed her hand. “Really I am.”

“Thanks.” She paused. “I’m proud of myself.”

“When will you hear if you’ve been successful?” Parker asked.

“Within a week, hopefully. They’re wrapping up the candidate interviews today.”

“That’s good. Not long to wait.” Hugh stood, unfolding to his full height and stretching his arms above his head. “We should open some bubbles. Celebrate.”

“That would be a treat.” Clarice grinned and slipped from Hugh’s lap. “And I do think I deserve it. I never thought I’d get this far with even the application.”

“You definitely deserve it.” Hugh kissed her brow then turned and walked to the kitchen. His pale-gray sweats sat low on his hips, and his t-shirt stretched over his broad shoulders.

The sight of him, his cute butt and thick biceps, had a flicker of interest sparking to life in her belly. She hoped the champagne would lead to some bedroom fun now the stress of the interview was over and he’d recovered from an exhausting time at work.

He pulled a bottle of champagne from the wine refrigerator and set it on the counter.

Parker joined him, plucking three flutes from a glass-fronted cupboard. He wore faded Levi’s and a light-blue cotton sweater with the sleeves pushed up, exposing his strong forearms. His hair was longer than usual, as was the stubble on his jawline. He was relaxed and at ease, a far cry from when he’d just come in from the office and was still shaking off the stress of a high-powered job.

“Let’s pop this thing.” Hugh peeled off the foil then twisted the cork. “And get our party started.”

The loud noise made Clarice giggle. “A party is all very nice…” She paused. “But what if I don’t get on the course?”

“You will,” Parker said. He held out a flute for Hugh to fill. “Think positive.”

“Is that what you do when you’re walking into a difficult meeting?”

“Always.” Parker let his gaze dip down her body. “You certainly looked good for the interview. That dress suits you.”

“You think?” She brushed her palms down the silky pink material that clung to her waist then flared at her hips. It was strewn with tiny embroidered white daisies and showed a hint of cleavage.

“Yeah, it does.” Hugh’s attention followed her hands, and he bit on his bottom lip. “But then silk always suits you.”

She smiled, and a flush of heat rose on her chest, her nipples peaking. Letting her gaze roam Hugh, she couldn’t miss the bulge in his sweats. His cock was swelling, the outline of his shaft and the domed head clearly visible. He was going commando.

Raising her eyebrows, she sidled up to him. “You like what you see, big boy?”

“Hell yeah.” He set the bottle aside and swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. “How did you guess?”

“This.” She cupped his cock over his sweats. “Impossible to hide.”

“Maybe I don’t want to hide it.” His eyelids lowered, drugged almost, and he set his hands on her shoulders. “Maybe I want you to do something about it.”

The quiet, deep tone had her belly tightening, so did the firm grip of his fingers on her shoulders. He was so big, so tall, and with all of his focus on her, she felt small and feminine.

“Like what?” she asked. “What do you want me to do?”

“Get on your knees.” He exerted a firm pressure, forcing her to fold. “And I’ll show you.”

Her knees hit the floor. A thrill gripped her as she came face to face with the impressive bulge in his sweats.

“You’re going to suck me off,” he said, running one hand into her hair and gripping it at the roots, his fist holding her in position. “And Parker is going to watch.”

She swallowed, her mouth watering. A gush of heat went straight to her pussy.

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