Obsessed With My Husband's Step-Brother

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illegal than writhing beneath a male body three times bigger than yours. Three times warmer. Three times wil

or forgiveness, alright. But if you

raised in mild frustration. Leave it to Neil to keep his fiancée wa

omise." Neil's voice called back, d

caded down my shoulders and back, baby hairs framing my face in soft curls. My brown eyes gleamed

when he steps in here. As soon

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hone from his hand and throw it into the fish tank. But as I reached the doorway, Neil was just a few steps

in the moo

raveled down my body as if he was seeing me for the first time. My lips quirked. H

" He b

nd forward some more, like an offering to a sex god. He inha

the tub, baby

swirling with lust. "If anyone's g

is sweats around the crotch area. I took two steps back in the doorw

smiling while snaking

me..." His head dug into my neck, try

ueezed, earning a gasp of

ands up my body. My eyes met his befo

his arm. His eyes were still fixated on my lips, biting his own lip in hunger. Then, he leaned in to

hi

but he hesitated for a moment and then softly

be. I gott

a huge window, like always. Neil always did this, taking fucking business calls in the middle of a steamy moment. There was a time I was really pissed that he had t

wor

n his direction to see him running a hand through his hair again. It was a habit. I f

hook my head in disapproval. He left me to talk to a bro? Well, let's see how long this call would last. Leaning further in

I held his gaze, my mouth still on his arm, and his arm...well, it was squish

her kiss on his arm, still holding his gaze...then softly bit into his arm. I felt him shi

l there?" A mal

est suddenly piqued. That was not just a male voice. It was

sculine voice cursed, "Fuck,

ha

fian

e a soft glare as he did so. I would have smiled if my i

yeah.

't wait, Neil." The voice interrupted

ou said the contract la

hat grabbed my attention though. It was the way he spoke, the husky edge to his deep voice. The relaxed way he enunciated his w

he hell am

enough and pretty close to your contrac

t.

reservation in a

. Saves you a lot

Neil always wants to pay for everything. He has the money, of course, he's loaded. But sometimes I think he just wants to prove a point.

s deep voice said flatly, "

ow, I

erested in c

up for

up." The voice said flatly. He

p and just listen." Neil said in an oddly patient tone. L

th was hanging in my throat, waiting eagerly for

eached my ears.

lot of smart ideas in that brain of yours and I need a few." Neil started.

you? You've got fucking worke

to help me. You ow

silence fo

s voice went deeper, "Tel

ne wen

he was always never around the few times I met Neil's family at some of their events and dinners so we never met. Neil once mentioned that things were kin

-somethin

y, arms crossed in front of his naked chest, blue eyes trying to read my expression

told me first,

st, I had to tell him." He gently pulled me into his arms, "I really do need

to crane my neck to meet his gaze standing so close to him. And whispered. "You won't be able to

. "It's a b

ky shoulders and cupped my face in his large pa

t, he covered my mouth with his, squeezing me closer and closer, s

oved

ew t

ove would bu

forward the profiles of the new models to me, okay?" I smiled at my b

Brooke was my paranoid business manager who was always worried that our competitors would leave us in the dust or something. I tak

e, after all. But Neil, for some reason, did not like the idea, so I kept it to a minimum and left mo

e, Neil's huge German shepherd dog padded into the kitchen, waggin

, I peered at the kitchen doorway, tryin

e, smoothing out my wavy ponytail

lean up, could have ordered some groceries and it could have been delayed

bly disappointed at me for not giving him a treat. I idly wondered if he pose

ped out, squinting at the bright glare

i

y archang

sive. Tall. I mean tall. Broad-shouldered. Toned. Even though his flimsy shirt, his ripped abs were on full display. His strong-lo

my thro

at came with the genes. He was staring straigh

voice was familiar. Unmistakable. The deep, magnetic voice with a husky and nau

s h

step-

behind me in the kitchen, but it was right in front