And instead of getting myself out of this mess, I’ve only gotten myself in deeper. Because the alpha played me like a violin. I’m an instrument his for the taking, and oh god, but I only want more. My plan completely backfired, and instead of coming out on top, I’m in even more trouble now. Because I only want more of my stepdad … more him, more me, more us, together.
CHAPTER TEN
Jake
“Hey, baby.” Amanda greeted me in the doorway of her apartment wearing barely anything at all. “I didn’t think you were coming over so early.”
“I had a few things to take care of at the office,” I said dismissively, handing her a bouquet. My secretary got it, not me. I’m not the flower type.
Besides, my mind was still too full of Lacey. Her creaminess. Her sweetness. The way she gave herself to me, again and again.
Because I hadn’t meant to, but after she came with my fingers crammed in her asshole, I ended up spending the night in her bed, squeezed next to that luscious form in her narrow twin.
Yeah, me Jake Mason, Mr. Billionaire. In a twin bed. In a dorm room. Sleeping next to the girl of my dreams.
Because after she came, Lacey was so tired. She seemed more vulnerable than usual so instead of taking her ass like I wanted to, I cleaned her off with a damp cloth and put her to sleep.
It was weird, to be sure. I haven’t been nice to a woman in ages. But with Lacey, it’s different. She was so young, so naïve, so innocent. So my heart beat hard as I watched her dream.
Did she deserve this?
Did any woman deserve this?
Hell no.
But against my better instincts, I got into bed with the girl, spooning that soft form against my hardness. And fuck, but it felt right. It was right to be together, peaceful and good.
But at the same time, my brain screamed. Because younger girls aren’t my thing. They’re generally immature and needy, and so goddamn fertile. Nearly every buddy of mine has ended up having kids he didn’t want, leashed to some chick after one night of pleasure.
But not me. I’m not gonna have unwanted kids, nor am I gonna be caught unawares. Frankly, I’m too old. At forty-five, a dog’s set in its ways, and no way can I handle some squalling baby with dirty diapers crying “Daddy, Daddy!” while a skinny harpy spends my money.
So yeah, I avoid the young chicks. They’re not my thing, and at first, Lacey was no exception. Not just because she was my stepdaughter, but because she deserves more than what I have to offer. She deserves a doting husband and dozens of kids. What she doesn’t deserve is an amoral asshole like me.
But now, all this has happened, unexpected and yet awesomely amazing. Who knew she’d be this good? Who knew that I’d feel this way? And now I’m stuck in a fucking, a cesspool of pure shit.
So yeah, here I am. After spending the night with the girl of my dreams, it’s harsh reality once more. And Amanda was an eye-opener, a dose of ice-cold water, cold enough to freeze your balls.
“You look nice,” I told her, stepping into the apartment.
And she did look nice enough, her skinny but big-breasted body showed off in thong panties and a push-up bra under a sheer, floor-length nightgown of some sort. Whatevs. Not my thing.
“Thanks,” the woman purred.
She took my flowers and put them in a vase in the kitchen and came back to join me in the living room with a glass of scotch for me and red wine for herself.
“You look a little tired,” she cooed, sitting next to me on the couch. “Maybe you shouldn’t work so hard.” Amanda poured herself some wine and put the bottle on the coffee table. She leaned back and crossed her legs, strategically taking a deep breath so her boobs practically popped from the lace. Those red lips widened into what she probably thought was a seductive smile, but instead, the woman looked more like the Joker. Really fucking scary.
“I don’t mind.” I downed the scotch in one go. “It’s work I enjoy.”
But Amanda wasn’t listening. Like she ever does. Instead, the female leaned close.
“So, big boy. What do you want to do this evening?”
The woman was practically in my lap now, her hands trailing at the sleeve of my blazer, smoothing the fabric over my thick arm. Those nipples stood up hard and tight under the lingerie and she grinned diabolically, literally showing her teeth.
How long could I sit here and pretend I didn’t know what she wanted from me?
Short of taking off her skimpy little outfit and opening up her legs, Amanda was doing everything to let me know she wanted to fuck.