Stepdad Billionaire Series

Sex Ritual/ Sweetly Tempted

“Don’t be so surprised. You are lovable, much as you hate to admit it.”

She was floored—not only by what he said, but by the easy way he spoke to her now, after the intensity of what had gone before.

He looked at her expectantly. “This is the bit where you tell me how you feel,” he added.

She rolled her eyes. “You know how I feel or I wouldn’t be here, allowing myself to be exposed this way.”

He flashed her a challenging glance.

“Okay, I love you. Damn it, Giles. I fell in love with you ages ago, but I was scared.”

“No need.” The simple comment was an understatement, but it meant so much. Unbinding her hands, he drew them to his mouth and kissed the tender skin inside her wrists. “I was serious about sharing breakfast too. Starting tomorrow morning. You’ll have breakfast here with me.”

“But I don’t have a change of….”

He put his finger over her lips. “And I want us to spend our evenings together. We can even talk about work sometimes, if you insist.”

The final resistance she clung to began to dissolve. He really did know her. She chuckled at the idea of it. “But we might end up arguing over policy in our own time.”

“That’s what couples who work together do.”

“Couples..?” She felt dizzy even though she was on her back.

“Yes, Imogen, couples. That’s what we’re talking about here.”

Before she could even think of objecting, he kissed her, halting her words.

Her emotions soared and for the first time Imogen allowed herself to sink into the moment completely, her arms wrapped around him—the only man who could anchor her, the only man who knew how.

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Sweetly Tempted::

Sweetly Tempted::

My first glimpse of Layla almost knocks me over. I don't know what I expected. Doug told me his daughter is now a senior in high school, so I knew she was eighteen, but nothing could have prepared me for the perfect blonde angel standing before me.

The last time I saw Layla, she was eight years old with big blue eyes and pigtails. She's still got the big blue eyes, but now they're framed by thick, dark lashes, and her blonde hair flows down her back to the top of a perfectly rounded ass. My mouth goes dry, and my cock rises in my jeans at the sight of it. It’s the kind of ass that turns men into animals.

“Uncle Jay!” she screams before she flings herself into my arms, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

And oh, sweet Jesus, her perfect little cunt, so soft and sweet, settles right against my nasty erection. It’s hard for me to breathe. I suck in deep, gulping breaths, but it only fills my nose with her sweet berries scent. She smells young and ripe and oh so fucking innocent.

I gently unwind her arms from my neck and set her on the ground.

I’m confused at her exuberance to see me. “Do you remember me, sweetheart?”

She bobs her head up and down excitedly. “Of course! I was only a little girl, but I never forgot you, Uncle Jay!”

She giggles. Fucking giggles, and my god, the sound is more beautiful than a choir of angels singing.

I swallow at the worship shining in her innocent eyes, feeling like a complete scumbag for the hard-on tenting my pants for this sweet girl. Doesn’t stop my eyes from sweeping over her tight, young body, though. She’s got a pair of lush, ripe tits peeking out from the top of a form-fitting tank top, and those little booty shorts barely cover her sweet kitty.

I tear my eyes from her body, completely ashamed of myself. I'm sick. Here I am, thirty-five years old, and this girl is eighteen. I have no business reacting to her this way—not to mention she's my buddy's daughter, for Christ's sake. Which means I'm old enough to be her father.

“You remember me, Uncle Jay?” Her sweet voice cuts into my thoughts.

I drag my eyes back up to her innocent face. She has perfectly puffy pink lips made for sucking cock. She’s the most innocent-looking angel princess I've ever seen.

All I can do is grunt. “You've grown up a lot since I last saw you.”

She flips her hair and beams at me like I've given her the greatest compliment. “Yep! I'm not a little girl anymore,” she pronounces proudly.

Fuck yes, you are, baby doll. You’re Daddy's little girl.

I blink, mortified at my thoughts. Where the fuck did that come from?

“Are you ready?” I ask her, uncomfortable as hell with this entire situation. It never occurred to me that Doug’s daughter would grow up to be a beautiful angel. Everything about her is light and perky and pretty. It almost hurts to look at her.

And fuucck, having her barely legal pussy parading around my house in skimpy outfits like this is going to make however long Doug is locked up unbearable.

She peers up at me innocently. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I answer her gruffly. “Where's your stuff?” I'm studiously avoiding her tits and her perfect stomach, and hell, even her face. There's nowhere I can look that doesn't cause my cock to swell painfully in my jeans.

She tips her head to the side and regards me thoughtfully. “You've got this funny look like you're in pain or something.”

I let out a humorless chuckle.

She frowns. “Are you?”

“Am I what?” I hedge.

She doesn’t let it go. “In pain?” she asks me frankly, innocently.

“Fuck, yes,” I croak. “But don't you worry about it. It's not your problem.”

She bites her lip and looks at me with worry in those blue pools. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

I laugh in shame. This sweet angel is worried about me being in pain. She has no idea that the only thing hurting is my filthy fucking cock, straining to bust through these jeans and get to her tight little pussy.

Fuck yeah, being buried balls deep in her virgin pussy will help me.

And I knowher pussy is untapped. It's written all over her—from those innocent blue eyes down to the hot pink nail polish on the tips of her toes.

I shake my head. Focus. She’s your friend's daughter. Stop thinking about her blue eyes and her pink toenails. And for the love of all things holy, make your dick go down.