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The words were spoken so low I might’ve missed them. My eyes widened, my spine stiffening.

Justin’s lips curled into a smirk. “Mind out of the gutter, little girl.”

I sucked in a breath. “Maybe it’s your mind that’s in the gutter, Daddy.”

I could feel him through our clothing, hot and hard and ready. His hands moved to my hips and dragged me to the edge of the table until I pressed up against him.

My gasp echoed in the empty room.

“You test my patience, Katie.”

Chapter 11

His fingers squeezed my hips, like a warning. “For once in your life, let someone do something nice for you. There’s so much I could do for you, if you just let me. You don’t have to work here. You work enough keeping your grades up, working on your final project, your catering job—"

I drew back from the tantalizing heat of his body as much as possible. “How the hell do you know about my grades?” That’d never been a topic of discussion between us.

His jaw clenched. “You’re missing the point.”

“No, I don’t think I am. I’m not your charity case, paying for my education is not a way for you to absolve your guilt. What I want to know is how you know about my grades?” The gears in my head were working overtime now. “How did you even know I needed financial aid? How did you become my benefactor, Justin?”

It couldn’t be some coincidence, there was no way. He’d found me. He’d sought me out. And now he needed to fess up about it.

His eyes said he wanted to throttle me.

I met them head on. “How?” I growled.

“I’ve kept tabs on you,” he growled back.

I didn’t know what to do with that information, so I filed it away. “For how long?”

“Since before your mother passed.”

That didn’t make any sense.

“W-why?”

“Because I couldn’t get you out of my head,” he said between clenched teeth. The look on his face was not of someone guilty of neglect, but of a man obsessed.

Confusion and desire warred within me.

Tension radiated off him.

His face dipped to my neck, the hot puff of his breath raising goose bumps. “You drive me crazy.” His lips brushed against my neck, the spot beneath my ear a direct line to my nipples and core. “Do you know how wrong it is for me to want my stepdaughter? Especially when she wants nothing to do with me?”

The feel of him messed with my brain, disconnecting it from my mouth. “Y-you took her from me,” I blurted.

“I know,” his lips pressed more firmly against my skin, dragging from my ear to where my shoulder met my neck. “And I’m sorry. I should’ve known sooner.”

My lust filled brain was slow to catch his words as he ground his erection tighter against me.

“What?” I moaned. Somehow, I don’t think we were talking about the same thing. I should’ve been more concerned about that, my brain loved a good puzzle, but right now my brain was on vacation, my body in full control. And it only cared about one thing. The feel of Justin. All I smelled was his body—that spice and chlorine. It was like a flood gate had opened, and if I was going to break this one time, I wanted to take it all in.

“God,” Justin’s hands glided up from my hips, pushing the material of my blouse up, inch by inch. “This is wrong.”

“So wrong,” I agreed, but my hands were already in his hair, greedily sifting the silky strands through my fingers, pulling him closer. My pulse beat erratically against his mouth, crying out for his touch. I wanted his tongue on me, in me. I shouldn’t have felt this way about him, but I couldn’t seem to stop.

“We need to stop,” the gruff sound of his voice and the press of his cock against me said otherwise.