Stepbrother Studs: Taboo A-Z Boxed Set volume 2: a Stepbrother Romance Bundle (Stepbrother Studs Boxed Sets)
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The nubby terrycloth wasn’t nearly enough friction to satisfy, but the knowledge of what he was about to see made my nipples prickle. On impulse, I dropped the cloth and ran my hands up my belly to my breasts. From the corner of my eye, I saw him in the doorway. He drew back, and I thought he might whirl away. But he held there a moment, which made me bolder. I smoothed my hands downward and began to touch myself, parting my thighs. I lifted a foot and placed it on the bench inside the... shower, then arched my back and played like I was having the best time, like the pleasure was becoming too much—and I moaned, the same sound I made when I tasted my favorite ice cream. Now, he knew. What would he do about it? And how did I want him to react? My heard thudded hard against my chest, and my breath caught. Gathering my courage, I turned my head to gaze at him through the glass, not stopping the movements of my hands while I rubbed my pussy and ran my fingers along the length of my slit. He held still, not a muscle moving, except the one that jumped at the edge of his strong jaw as it tightened. The fact he stayed there was encouragement enough. I angled my body toward him, so that he could fully see what I was doing. I lifted a hand to give my breast a soapy caress and continued to stroke myself until my clit tingled and it wasn’t enough. With my thumb pressing on it, I thrust a finger inside myself and made another sound—a breathy, needy cry—and came. When I opened my eyes, he was no longer there. But it didn’t matter. I knew. My brother, Finn, still wanted me. I didn’t see him again until after I’d eaten my dinner. He stomped through the back door and stood over the recliner where I was sitting sideways, feet swinging idly, while I read an old copy of People magazine. Pictures of the sexiest man alive didn’t thrill me nearly as much as the angry flush spreading across Finn’s cheeks or the sight of his lean body in shorts and a loose tee. “I want it back.”
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