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  My insides go loose and hot as a shiver makes its way down my spine. It’s too sexy having him watch me. The naughtiness is so surreal – I’ve never acted like this before. Never in my whole life.

  “Answer me, Gray,” is my mewling cry, watching his jaw tense, blue gaze lighting fires on my skin. But then the big man breaks the connection. He stands abruptly, coffee mug still in hand.

  For one tense moment, I think he’s going to approach me – he’s gonna come over and kiss me where I want it the most. My folds drip at the thought, a moan escaping my throat.

  But no such luck.

  Crash!

  My eyes spring open just in time to see him slam his mug onto the table before stomping out of the kitchen without looking back in my direction. Coffee splashes over the table and tears well in my eyes as the alpha’s footsteps grow fainter and fainter.

  Because what have I done? That couldn’t have gone any worse. I’ve completely humiliated myself, and Gray wanted no part of the charade. The worst has literally come true. After all, these feelings are wrong. I shouldn’t be a brazen hussy, especially not in front of my stepdad.

  Except it felt right in a way.

  For me, at least.

  For him, it was disgusting.

  Gray was turned off by my body, I’m sure of it. This is so bad. What if he doesn’t want me anymore after seeing my plump pussy? And worse – what if he wants me to move out? To leave? I have nowhere to go, and probably just lost my meal ticket.

  Emotions bubble over as tears begin to cloud my vision, threatening to fall. I’ve just shown my stepfather my sweetest spot for the second time in twenty four hours, and he couldn’t have cared less. What is happening to me?

  The tears fall swiftly as soon as I hear the loud slamming of the front door followed by the roaring of an engine as Gray takes off in his sports car. The alpha clearly couldn’t get away fast enough, and I cry, humiliated to my very core.

  What a rollercoaster of emotions in half an hour flat. My sexy dreams of the alpha last night, ending with a dramatic bang. Because he doesn’t want me, that’s clear for sure. No way, no how.

  I wish I’d never acted because the ball of shame in my belly is unbearable as I hold my face in my hands, a complete turnaround from the hazy dreams from last night. My shoulder shake violently as I sob alone in the kitchen, unsure of how or if I can ever make this right with Gray.

  Why did I do that? Why did I act like a little slut, when all I wanted was for him to find me attractive? He’s a man, and I know every guy has needs, but clearly my stepdad’s not interested in allowing me to fulfill his desires. My mind swirls with confusion, baffled by my own actions as I cry out loudly, the sounds echoing throughout the kitchen.

  Because this is the end of the road. My ploy at being sexy fell flat on its face with a giant splat … and I was humiliated in the process, a dumb girl ruining it all.

  Chapter 3

  Gray

  “Mr. Thorn, you’re free for another hour, is there anything else I can get for you?”

  I glance up to see my secretary standing in the door. Forcing a smile on my face, my head shakes. “No, that’s all. Thanks.”

  I had to cancel my entire schedule after this morning. I can’t believe Mona’s behavior. It’s been two years since Kathy left me for the pool boy, making my life a fucking soap opera.

  But shit. There are new problems now. Kathy’s daughter, Mona, for one. Because even though I barely knew her, I couldn’t kick the girl out – it’s not my place to punish her for Kathy’s sins. Besides, where would the innocent female go? Her mom abandoned us, and I’d have to be a devil to throw her onto streets without a dollar to her name.

  For the first couple of months I wasn’t sane enough to face what had happened. The depression of my marriage crumbling within a week was too much to bear, and I found myself locked in my office in any desperate attempt to ignore my pain.

  When I did finally come around to dealing with what happened, it was as if Mona had completely grown up. How the fuck had that happened? When I went into hibernation, the brunette was just a little girl. But now, she was gorgeous, hands down, with a big, jiggly body and a sweet smile to boot.

  Plus, Mona’s body seems to grow more incredible by the day – her plump ass is so juicy and ripe making it impossible to focus. Before, working hard was my medicine because it blocked the pain. But now I’m a workaholic because every time I see Mona, I want to plunge my cock right into her sweet pussy.

  Oh yeah. What was the girl thinking? Bending over outside my office last night? What the hell? I tried to convince myself it was a fantasy, even though I rubbed out a big one in the shower replaying the details. It was as real as it gets, but then this morning, Mona upped the ante.

  Holy shit.

  The girl took it to the next level for sure.

  Showing me her pussy in broad daylight?

  Letting me see those plump lips, pulsing and delicate? The interior of her channel?

  Aw shit.

  If she knew my thoughts, the brunette would have run screaming into the hills, fearing for her safety.

  Because all I wanted to do was to run my lips over that soft flesh, kissing and sucking before driving home hard.

  Fuck! This is crazy. No sane man would have these kinds of thoughts about his stepdaughter. She’s barely legal, but these views have been clouding my mind before they were appropriate. Hell, they’re still not appropriate. This is wrong, full stop.

  I’m married to her mother after all, and even though Kathy’s long gone, I can’t let myself enjoy these thoughts…much less allow myself to act on them. There are only a few months left until Mona graduates high school, and at the very least she’ll be out of my house, even if that means I’m footing her tuition.

  But this morning, things went too far. Because when she bent over and showed me that tight slit, it took every bit of self-control to stop myself from diving face first into her cunt. I bet the sweet brunette’s never even orgasmed. I’ll make her scream sinking my ten-inch cock deep into her tight pussy.

  Oh yeah.

  She’ll shriek.

  Cry out and beg, with my name on her lips.

  But it’s against the rules.

  She’s my stepdaughter for crying out loud. We’re some weird kind of family, what with Kathy and all.

  But still, my body won’t behave.

  Because I’m rock hard just thinking about making Mona cream all over my cock. She’ll be begging me for more once she feels that hard rod. Of course, that would be a disaster, because if I ever get a taste I’ll want more.

  The innocence on her face is so damn enticing. I can’t handle the look in her eyes when she glances over my body. There’s attraction in those big brown eyes, the lust oozing from her every pore when our eyes meet.

  What the hell am I doing?

  I can’t spend another second daydreaming about my stepdaughter. Lord knows, I’ve seen her face every time I’ve climaxed for the last year though. My desire for her is so intense that it leaves a taste in my mouth…even though I know Mona herself would taste better.

  “Gloria!” I growl into the intercom on my desk before ordering my secretary back into my office.

  “Yes, Mr. Thorn?” Gloria smiles nervously from my doorway.

  “Close the door,” is my command. I wave her in.

  She steps inside hesitantly.

  “What is it?” Those black brows furrow together as she makes her way to the leather chair across from my desk.

  “I need to find a family counselor,” I say, hearing the words for the first time. Aloud, they sound ridiculous and awkward – just what the fuck am I doing, exactly?

  Because Mona and I obviously need help, but talking to someone about our issue sounds tortuous. I didn’t seek help when Kathy left, so why now? But the urges are so strong, and today was just too close a call. My cock still aches and my balls are bluer than the Atlantic. If we don’t get help soon, I’ll be completely screw
ed. They’ll have to lock me up and throw me into the slammer, it’s that bad.

  “Are you having problems with Mona?” Gloria asks. She’s been my secretary for fifteen years, and she’s seen me go through quite a lot. The woman was never supportive of my relationship with Kathy to tell the truth, always doubting my estranged wife’s intentions.

  And when Kathy left, Gloria was the only person who wasn’t shocked. The graying woman took an interest in Mona, making sure the poor girl had someone to look after her since I’d checked out mentally.

  But right. The counselor.

  “We need to talk to someone,” I growl.

  Gloria nods subtly.

  “Well, you know Dr. Channing is a leading psychiatrist and he specializes in family sessions,” Gloria says, shooting me an uncharacteristically mischievous look. “Maybe it would be easier to speak to someone who isn’t a stranger?”

  The thought rolls through my head. My secretary has a point.

  Because Mason and I went to college together, but haven’t been close for over a decade. But while we haven’t kept up with each other, I never lost contact with Mason either, and follow his success from afar. He’s become a premier celebrity psychiatrist over the past few years, counseling high end clients on both coasts, as his offices expand to meet the needs of the elite. His sessions are far from affordable, but I’ve heard the man’s worth every penny.

  Of course, maybe it’s better that we haven’t kept up. The last thing I’d want to do is reveal my inappropriate thoughts to someone who knows me inside and out.

  “Fine,” comes my sullen grunt.

  Of course, Gloria is right. Again.

  “I’ll get him on the line,” the older woman nods approvingly before leaving my office.

  And within a minute, the red light on my phone starts to flash.

  “Line two!” Gloria blares through the intercom and quickly, I lift the receiver, clearing my throat in preparation of speaking with Mason.

  “Dr. Channing’s office,” a sweet voice chimes energetically.

  “Hello, this is Gray Thorn,” I state as if that’s enough for her to handle my request.

  “How can I help you, Mr. Thorn?” the syrupy voice asks.

  “Is Mason in?”

  “I’m sorry, Dr. Channing isn’t currently available, but I have been authorized to schedule on his behalf,” she says in a professional, reassuring voice.

  “I need a family session tonight,” is my demand.

  “Tonight? Well, you’ll have to pay for the rushed appointment,” she begins as I cut her off.

  “I don’t care about the price. It’s me and my…um, it’s me and another woman. Tell Mason I’ll see him at five.”

  I can’t even bring myself to refer to Mona as who she is – my step-daughter. The words are too filthy, and I pinch the bridge of my nose as I listen to the secretary’s instructions before ending the call, already dreading the meeting.

  For a second, I debate calling Mona to let her know what’s happening later tonight, but is a reasonable conversation really possible? Not after what happened this morning, for sure. After all, there’s something about Mona that rattles me to my core, shaking up my senses and leading me to bad decisions.

  So maybe I’m avoiding things. Maybe I’m playing possum. But it’s for the best, until we get a chance to speak with a professional.

  With a sigh, I unfasten the top button of my shirt, feeling my throat tighten with anxiety. This day is getting worse by the minute, and knowing Mona is going to find herself in a surprise therapy session isn’t making it any better.

  But shit, that sweet brunette has the craziest effect on me. Just thinking about her has unleashed the beast. Goddamn. My hand falls to my lap, wrapping around the thick erection sheathed in cotton. Even the uneasiness can’t dampen my desire for a release and I’m ready to rub one out in the office, something I’ve never done before.

  But my hand is a poor substitute. I’d rather have Mona bent over this desk, double D’s bouncing while I pound her from behind. My eyes clench shut as I press the button on my desk, letting Gloria know I can’t be disturbed.

  There’s a first time for everything, after all.

  “Fuck this,” is my ruthless grunt, unbuckling the belt before yanking at the zipper to release my heavy length. I’ve got to relieve this pressure. There’s no way I can go to a therapy session this riled up. I’ll end up fucking Mona in front of Mason the way I’m feeling.

  And once free, a soft groan escapes my lips. Fuck yeah. I squeeze my cock tightly, pretending that my hand is Mona’s sweet mouth, sucking me with her full pink lips wrapped around my throbbing member.

  Oh shit. Yeah baby, just like that. Open up sweetheart. Let me give it to you just the way you like.

  Because that’s why we’re going for therapy. These thoughts. These emotions. The need to cram that pink pussy tight with hard, stiff cock.

  But Mona’s my stepdaughter, so it can’t happen. And this attempt at therapy is the first step towards curing a deadly affliction.

  Chapter 4

  Mona

  “Are you going to come out tonight?” Lydia asks as we leave school and step out into the bright sunshine. She glances to the side and waves to her driver. “’Cause if so, I’ll tell my driver to just go home.”

  If it were up to me, I’d ride the bus to school, but Gray insists on giving me the very best. There are a lot of rich kids at my private school, but I still feel self-conscious about climbing into the back of a chauffeur’s car every day.

  “I don’t know for sure,” is my absentminded answer.

  Because what do I say? How can I admit what’s happening? Thoughts of Gray have been plaguing me all day. In fact, just the idea of going home and facing him – and that handsome, scowling face – is enough to make me want to stay at school for the rest of my life.

  “Well, Jason and Tyler are both free and we could go over there tonight. His mom lets him do whatever he wants,” Lydia says with a giggle.

  My eyes roll discreetly because Lydia has had a crush on Jason for as long as I’ve known her. But not today, please not today. The last thing I want is Tyler trying to grope me when Lydia and Jason disappear. Sure, he’s a football jock and all, but that kind of machismo doesn’t appeal.

  I like them dark. Dominating. Real.

  And high school guys don’t cut it anymore.

  So I make some lame excuse.

  “I don’t know, college essays are just around the corner,” is my white lie, even though they’re the furthest thing from my mind.

  Because college is a remote possibility now. I can’t possibly have a conversation with Gray about it. I just showed my stepdad my pussy this morning, school and academics are the last thing on our mind. How can the man possibly take my seriously?

  It’s all my fault.

  I fucked up, bad.

  Shit, I might be homeless soon, given what’s happened.

  But there’s no sense in confiding to my buddy. The wrong is too wrong, if that makes sense? It’s embarrassing, so I just shoot her an apologetic smile.

  Lydia eats it up.

  “Well, try to finish early so we can head over to the Jason’s,” my buddy pleads as we go in different directions.

  “Okay,” I say as we lean in for a hug. “But don’t get your hopes up – I’ll probably have my nose to the grindstone until bed time.”

  Always sunny, Lydia blows me a kiss and walks over to the chauffeured car, climbing into the backseat. With a sigh, I head over to my own limo and wait by the door.

  “Hey Elmer,” is my greeting. Our driver is an elderly man, and I’ve come to know pretty well over the past two years.

  “Good afternoon, Mona.” That polite smile as I clamber into the back seat.

  And as the car leaves the curb, I look out the window. Building, building, building, tree, other cars. I barely notice that we’re going in the wrong direction, but once we pass the La Brea Tar Pits, the realization finally
sets in. Leaning forward, I tap the partition until Elmer rolls down the glass, meeting my eyes into the rearview mirror.

  “Is there a problem, Miss?”

  I nod, stumped.

  “This isn’t the way home. Where are we going?”

  Elmer isn’t even fazed.

  “Mr. Thorn has requested that you meet him at a different location today.” Elmer looks away while answering as if he knows something I don’t.

  What?

  My stomach knots with worry as I realize what’s happening. Gray is pissed at me after this morning. He must be kicking me out of Waverly Manor, and wants to do it in a private place so I don’t throw a fit.

  Or break down in tears, which would be even worse.

  Because I can’t blame the alpha for wanting me out. Gray is a private person who likes everything in his life compartmentalized into small cardboard boxes, and I’m anything but predictable. This is bad. I only have five hundred dollars saved up and that won’t be enough to pay rent anywhere. So what now?

  Where do I go?

  I don’t have anywhere or anyone, now that Gray is done with me.

  The worst part is, I don’t even regret what I’ve done. I don’t regret showing off my wet pink pussy to the man. Feeling his hot gaze on my private folds unleashed the vixen within. I’m as bad as a whore, or even worse, because the man’s my stepdad.

  Oh god.

  But things aren’t so clear. Things aren’t so straightforward.

  Because I saw the look on his face as I showed him my pussy – he’d been eating it up like a ravenous tiger devouring fresh meat. My sex was drenched for him, and my man loved it all, blue eyes burning bright.

  So I’m not going to let him pretend he doesn’t want me. As much as the thought of challenging his alpha-male dominance makes me want to melt in a puddle of fear, I know that I have to discover the truth. If Gray doesn’t want me, he can tell me in plain English.

  And if he does?

  Oh no. Back to square one. Or square zero in this case.

  But my thoughts are interrupted.