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“How old are you?” I demand.
“What does that have to do with anything?” she snaps back, not even close to backing down.
“How old?” I repeat.
“Twenty-three, but I still don’t get why that has anything to do with this.”
“How long have you been out of school?”
“Just because I’m not a thirty-year-old literal genius doesn’t mean I have nothing to offer, and the suggestion that it does makes you an asshole.”
“I’m not suggesting that you have nothing to offer. I’m telling you it doesn’t matter to him. I thought it did, too, way back when. I thought if I was better than Isaac, I’d have a place. It didn’t. I won’t.”
“Then why are you even here?”
“Apparently to kiss you.” My fingers tangle in her hair and I lower my mouth to hers.
“This is a bad idea,” she whispers, but her voice is raspy, affected. I can almost taste her hunger for me in the air.
I kiss her, a quick brush of lips, and a lick that has the heat between us damn near explosive. “Still think it’s a bad idea?”
Her hands flatten on my chest but they flex rather than push. “We both know this is wrong.”
“And yet you followed me here.”
“You said that already.”
“You knew what would happen if you came here,” I accuse.
“I was impulsive, driven by anger.”
I certainly know all too well how anger and family collide in ways I won’t ever explain to anyone. My jaw sets hard and I release her, putting a wide step between us. “Stay or go, but if you stay, you’re going to end up naked.”
“I know your father’s an asshole, but my mother loves him and my father’s company is now a part of yours.”
“His,” I correct. “And the part where I said that if you stayed, you’d end up naked,” I reach for her and pull her to me, “you did understand that, correct?”
“I don’t scare off that easily. If I did, I wouldn’t be working for your father and under your brother.”
“It’s me I want you under,” I say, molding her close, my hands caressing down her back, and cupping her perky backside.
“I’m too young and stupid for business, but I’m just right to fuck?”
“I’m warning you, Harper, not talking down to you. And if you’re young and stupid, so was I.”
“You wanted to be here,” she says, and it’s not a question or the accusation I’d get from Isaac.
“Yes,” I say, tangling my fingers into her hair. “I wanted to be here, just like I want to be right here, right now—with you.” My mouth slants over hers, and I kiss her again, a deep thrust of tongue that’s as unforgiving as my father would be if it came down to choosing her or Isaac. It’s all about demand and I expect her to push back, to give me the rejection that sends her to the door and me to the fucking airport. That’s not what I get.
Her hand on my chest doesn’t push me away. She moans and her elbow softens, those perfect curves I’d admired from a distance now pressed nice and close, right up to the moment she jerks back. “My God. What are we doing? You’re my stepbrother.”
I walk her back against the wall again, my hands caressing up her ribcage. “I told you,” I say, unlace the strings binding the front of her bodice, and exposing her naked braless breasts; beautiful, full, perfect breasts, stroking my thumbs over her plump rosy nipples. “I’m not your fucking brother. Not now. Not ever.” I cup her face, lean in and my mouth finds her mouth, and if she thought my tongue unforgiving before, it’s downright brutal now. Because it’s in my blood. It’s who I am, who I was born to be. A bastard whowants her. A bastard who will demand everything she will give me and then leave when it’s over.
A soft, sexy sound slides from her lips, so damn sexy, my cock twitches, expanding beneath my zipper. As if she knows, she presses her hand to my crotch and holy fuck, I need inside this woman. I push off the wall and shrug out of my jacket, my gaze raking over truly spectacular breasts. Her teeth scrape her bottom lip, and she moans softly at my inspection. I want her to moan again. And I want that mouth on my body. I want my mouth onherbody.
I toss my jacket, and don’t give two fucks where it lands, rip away my tie away, and she shows no signs of running away, as I half expect she will. She closes the small space between us, her delicate fingers fiddling with the buttons to my shirt, working them free, and when there’s a deep enough gap, I reach behind me, and tug the damn thing over my head.
By the time it’s on the ground, she’s touching me all over, no inhibitions, which is fine as fuck by me, until one of her pretty little hands slides down to my crotch, and I react. I slow things down before I fuck her and this is over, and when it is, I’m gone. I’m not ready to be gone which is why I turn her to the wall, and force her hands to its surface, drag the top of her dress down to her waist, and only then do I nestle her sweet little ass to my rock-hard cock, and press my lips at her ear.
