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"Only because it's you." The sincerity in my voice is evident.

I watch as a proud smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, and a lump forms in my throat for him filled with affection.

As our rhythm syncs up, Brock pushes his thumb against my lips, and without hesitation, I part them to suck on it gently. The dual sensations of Brock's cock inside me and his thumb in my mouth drive me wild with desire.

"Suck it. Don’t give me a reason to punish you."

I can tell we're both getting close to our climax, and I want nothing more than to share this moment with him.

"Please, Brock... don't stop," I whisper, my voice barely audible amidst our heavy breathing and the sounds of our bodies colliding.

"Never."

Brock’s thrusts grow more forceful, yet still loving. The pressure within me builds to an almost unbearable intensity, and I know it won't be long before I'm pushed over the edge.

"Blakely, I'm—" Brock cuts himself off as he yanks his dick out of me.

With a low groan, his hot seed spills onto my tummy, painting me with his essence.

The sensation of Brock's release triggers my own, and I scream out with abandon as a powerful orgasm surges through me. My muscles tense, and my entire body trembles like I'm floating on a cloud of pure desire.

"Wow, stepbro," I pant, my eyes wide with amazement as Brock gazes at me. "That was... incredible."

The lingering tremors of pleasure must make it difficult to speak, but Brock manages. "You’re the most incredible boy I’ve ever met. Christ—no one holds a candle to your flame. I never came like this with Amanda.Not once."

Brock leans in, pressing his lips against mine in a passionate kiss that tastes of strawberry syrup and love. Our tongues tango together, exploring each other with an intensity that takes my breath away.

"Blakely," he whispers against my lips, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I reply without hesitation, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close.

This isn't the most conventional relationship—falling for your stepbrother probably isn't what most people have in mind when they imagine their perfect romance—but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Promise me we'll always be like this," I say. "Together, no matter what."

"I fucking promise."

CHAPTER23

BLAKELY

I'm elbow-deep in the dryer, desperately searching for an elusive missing sock. Why is it that socks always seem to vanish when you need them most?

I push out a sigh of frustration. With my TBR list full of romance novels waiting to be read and Rainbow Paws relying on me this weekend, I really don't have time for this.

"Come on," I mutter under my breath as I reach further in, trying to feel for any hint of fabric.

In my haste, I accidentally push myself too far into the dryer, and suddenly, I'm stuck.

What. The. Fuck.

This can't be happening.

I’m... trapped in the dryer.

My face flushes with embarrassment as I realize my predicament. How did I even manage this?

As I struggle, I can't help but notice the growing arousal between my legs.

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