A Night With My Stepbrother

to the VIP lounge felt li

he heat of watching eyes. Here, everything was quieter. Slower.

. Her heels were suddenly too loud on the carpe

done a pri

urity watching, babe. And you don't have to touch the

r Jenna

s gave her a wink and whispered, "You've got twe

aside, and Isabel

arm stretched casually over the top as if he owned the air itself. A low

e his eyes. But

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knocked

with just enough uncertainty to keep the illusion. Every step closer made

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readi

more fluid. She climbed onto the edge of the platform in front of him, putting spac

bo

dr

asure just to

to see who she reall

, letting the ends of her hair b

er side of his thighs, teasing the proximi

th

moved to back awa

to t

of her, like he was tracing

was startling. Even wit

new,"

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efore she could stop

t look

finding her rhythm. Her confidence sl

talk much

lis

the way he sat there-still, deliberate, untouchable-ma

what she imagined he wanted to see. Her breath hitched when she caught his g

er like he'd s

was imp

n tingled as i

nd when he leaned forward-but

r. Not

and sudden. Someth

her hands still on her own waist, her lips p

t reach

ight

like she was a mystery written in another language. And for t

lt...

e the others,"

er head. "Is

e said

vibration she couldn't shake even after she stepped bac

slow, sultry, rhythmic-but she was no longer

ng over one shoulder. She could feel his gaze like hands, trailing up th

th

to

gh

finge

e of her waist, an

l her down. H

without

body...

s knees now, closing the distance as if sleepwalking toward

in the dim light, the line of his m

tiful in the t

nse for that. T

was cap

his eyes were-too dark, too d

her like

r shoulder, brushing a strap

shaking,

e," she

, unspooling. She wasn't used to being the one seen. Not like this

me?" she asked, her

is expression shifted, the ghost of

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ds planted carefully against his chest. The fabric of his shirt was smo

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dn't

et the weight of the mom

mouth opened to say somethin

his mouth just

ith me to my