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We all laugh, and I agree that’s a good idea.
“No secrets here,” I admit, pulling Beth closer as soon as she’s in range, nibbling her neck, and murmuring just one secret: What I’m gonna do to her when we’re alone, which always makes her blush still to this day.
She loves it, and I love her. Being family now, what I love most is not having to hide the fact. It’s always on show.
My perfect life. My perfect family. My perfect wife.
Our forbidden crush bloomed into the most perfect series of miracles, the biggest one being us.
Beth and me, forever.
THE END
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HOT FOR MY STEP-UNCLE
CHAPTER ONE
Layla
I’m talking to myself. Not out loud. I’m not that crazy… yet.
In my head, I tell myself that this doesn’t have to be awkward. Miles is coming to stay with us. My step-uncle, the man I should havezerofeelings about. I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about Mom’s wedding to his brother a year ago, when Miles and I ran into each other in a quiet corner of the large garden where they held the reception.
He seemed huge as he stood over me. That’s because heishuge, but he seemed even bigger as he stared down, his intense blue eyes fixated completely on me, his lips curved into a smirk, his body throbbing through his suit as if all his muscles were suddenly going to erupt.
It shocked me when he started to lean toward me.
“I can’t help myself.”
His voice was so husky. He was so close that I felt his breath on my face as he got nearer and nearer. I knew it was wrong. Mom and Noah were already married. Miles was already my step-uncle.Heknew it was wrong too, but not right away.
First was the kiss—the most explosive moment of my life. He passionately pushed his lips against mine, and I returned the kiss, knowing I should stop. I couldn’t, not when I felt his lips, the pleasure spawning within me.
His hands smoothed down my body. I know I haven’t got the perfect body in the modern-day sense, but I’ve always been quietly proud of my appearance. I’d always dreamed of somebody appreciating my curves.
Still, I never expected somebody like Miles to want me. Twice my age, ripped, with neat silver hair proclaiming his maturity. He’s over twice my age. He’ll be forty-three now. I’m twenty. I was nineteen when we kissed.
His hands found my hips and squeezed possessively. Just as I began to give myself to the kiss—throwing my arms around him, leaning up, pushing my body against his—he stumbled away.
His eyes refocused as though seeing me for the first time and only just realizing what he was doing.
“I’m sorry,”he said in a tone that made me doubt his words.
Was hereallysorry, or did he know he should’ve been? Did he know Mom deserves happiness, and this could wreck it? With that, he spun, walked away, and left me to wonder if I’d just imagined the whole thing.
“Layla, are you okay?”
I look up from the armchair, jolted from my thoughts. My lips tingle in memory of the contact, the closeness that won’t quit.
It’s Noah. My stepdad is shorter than his big brother, his hair longer and messier, but still the same shade of silver. He has Miles’ blue eyes, one reason it’s been so difficult to look at him this past year. Whenever we talk, my memories drag me back to the wedding, the stolen kiss, and returning to the party after throwing looks over at Miles. He ignored me for the rest of the night.
I’ve wondered countless times if he was drunk when he kissed me, though I didn’t smell booze on him.
“I promise. Miles won’t cause us any issues,” Noah goes on, grinning, oblivious to the fact we alreadyhavecaused an issue. “Once the work is done on his new house, we’ll return to normal.”
