AIDAN “This morning, I found something incredible, so you’ll have to excuse me if I’m reticent about losing that. That’s also why I can’t just forget about what happened, but I won’t push. We’re both here to relax, and that’s what we should do, okay?”She nodded, the relief still clear on her face. “Thank you.”“Oh, and Clio?”“Yes?”“Let me know if you want any more help in the water while you’re here,” I told her. I tried to ignore the fresh jolt of want that shot through me, especially when her cheeks reddened and a small private smile tugged at her lips.Lila bounded back in, her face lit with excitement. “I’m so sorry, guys, you wouldn’t believe all they have planned for me tomorrow.”“Oh, I’d believe it,” I said, thinking of my own law school days and all the grunt work I did just to get one tiny space closer to my goal. “Fill us in, my girl,” I encouraged, and Lila proceeded to do just that. Ever the planner, she also went into a long list of suggestions for Clio, even though
CLIOA gentle breeze swept past the sheers, carrying the salty ocean air that filled the room. Stars reflected off the water, casting a faint glow as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. I should have been drinking in this beautiful environment, letting the sea air cleanse my spirit, but instead, I was tossing and turning, fantasizing about my best friend’s father. No place was safe from the memory of Aidan’s hands and lips on me, and deep down, I didn’t want a safe place. That morning had been incredible, a memory I’d cherish forever. But how was I supposed to reconcile that with the fact that the man who made me feel like a sexual being was my best friend’s father? At dinner, it wasn’t embarrassment plaguing me—it was the unsettling realization that I genuinely liked him. If he weren’t Lila’s father, I’d be texting him and mooning over him to her. Our romp on the beach had awakened urges I’d never known. Aidan didn’t have to try; he’d simply been himself—hot, reassuring, comfor
AIDAN Considering this was my vacation, I didn’t have to wake up this stinkin’ early, but old habits die hard. It wasn't like I was getting that much sleep anyway. The last two nights I stayed up well into the night working my body as hard as I could, though that still was not enough to drive away my urges for Clio.Yesterday, I gave in and checked in with the office. I’d promised myself before I got here to only spend an hour or two a week on work, but I blew that promise the day before as a means to stay away from the one person I so desperately wanted to spend time with.None of these feelings made sense. A few days before, I’d been struggling with the worry that I’d never find anyone that interested me enough to want to pursue a relationship or anything even close to one. Now, in such a short time frame, I’d managed to not only meet someone who sparked feelings in me I’d never felt before, but I’d also managed to find the one woman who was unequivocally off limits to me. There
AIDANLila reappeared, decked out in a tailored blazer, slacks, and a simple button-down shirt. She’d swept her hair up neatly into a no-nonsense updo. She tugged nervously at her blazer. “What do you think?” she asked, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.“Beautiful, sweetheart,” I told her.“Ditto,” said Clio. “You look like you’re ready to nail a perp on the stand.”“But—”Clio put up a hand. “I know, I know, that’s not what you’re going to be doing there.”“Honestly, I’ll be lucky if I see anything past the inside of a filing cabinet today,” Lila lamented.“That’s ok, it’s a start,” Clio said as she moved forward and fixed a piece of hair that had gotten loose from Lila’s clip. “Aren’t you always saying dress for the job you want?” she reminded Lila.Lila gave her friend a teasing smile. “Is that why you’re always wearing those long, flowy boho skirts and hippie t-shirts?”Clio huffed out a laugh. “Well, I don’t know what job that would be preparing me for.”“A children’s music
CLIO Just keep moving forward—that had been my mantra for months. Nothing lasted forever, so I had to forge ahead.But this time, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Not when leaving meant giving up the maddeningly sexy man in the beach house who made me feel safe, comforted, and on fire all at once.This didn’t make sense. I’d felt desire before—I was human—but what I felt with Aidan was unlike anything I’d ever known. It was as if I’d die without his touch.Cursing under my breath, I drove to my surf lesson. After our kiss in the kitchen, I’d fled to my room, tempted to pack and leave, but something stopped me. Why should I run?I was mad at Aidan too. He had to know this was a bad idea, yet he kept urging me not to lie to myself. Who did he think he was? Sure, he made me want him, but who needed that kind of drama?At least my anger killed any nerves about the lesson. Toni, my instructor, was a no-nonsense brunette who emphasized instincts. “Nature often defies logic. Trust your instincts
CLIO His mouth worked its way to my breasts, and my fingers clutched the edge of the piano as he yanked the cups, forcing my flesh to spill free. To my satisfaction, he nearly hissed when he laid eyes on my chest, and his mouth wasted no time in showing the same kind of love and attention he paid to my neck and lips.I was resisting the urge to move my hips when his tongue started licking at my nipples, but when he closed his mouth around one and started gently sucking, I could feel myself clench. I let out an anguished moan. I was enjoying every bit of this foreplay, but I needed some relief fast. I hadn’t even realized that I’d started grinding my hips against him until I heard his husky chuckle against my breast, the vibration of his laugh only making my need that much sharper.“Aidan, please,” I whimpered.“Patience, love, you know I’m going to take care of you,” he assured with a sexy grin before sucking my other breast into his mouth and letting his hand trail down until he wa
AIDAN It wasn’t too far a stretch to realize that Clio was going to drive me crazy. Every touch, every taste of her just made me want so much more. There was a big part of me that realized that I was barreling headlong into one hell of a heartache, but I also could not have stopped myself if I wanted to. She was like an addiction. I was already plotting how I could get my next fix.Hearing her tell me that she wanted everything I had to give had been nearly orgasmic all on its own, but what we did on that piano? God knew I’d never look at that piano again and not think of Clio, our pleasure and longing all rolled into one. Not to mention the little memento I’d grabbed off the floor after Lila went to go shower. Clio’s pink panties now resided in my pocket, and I was not planning on giving them back.Now, we were on our way to pick up dinner, and shy, little Clio was lighting into me with a vehemence that was not helping my barely contained desire. “What the hell are you thinking
AIDANI listened eagerly to the details of her day while also keeping an eye on Clio. I enjoyed the way the two of them interacted.In a bizarre way, Clio was much more maternal towards Lila than Lila’s own mother. Of course, that wasn’t terribly surprising. Obviously, Lila’s mother and I had gotten along well enough at one time, but after Lila was born, our differences became glaringly obvious. Unfortunately, we weren’t different in a way that complimented one another. She seemed to resent motherhood and spent the first few years of Lila’s life seemingly trying to recapture her youth. I thought at first it was just a symptom of postpartum depression, but as the years wore on and she seemed to continue to rally against parental responsibilities, it became more and more obvious that our relationship was not built for the long haul. Of course, her final betrayal sealed the deal for our doomed marriage. As much as that betrayal hurt, I often thought her lack of attachment to our daughte
“Don’t call me that,” I mumbled.“What, kiddo?” Jaxon had grinned, making my knees weak all over again.I’d shaken my head. “Can you just call me Everly?”He’d held my gaze, his hand still stroking the small of my back.“And I think it was the Everclear,” I mumbled, turning to dry heave at the thought of the high-proof booze that was notorious for making teens wasted.Jaxon had helped me into the house. He’d made sure my dad didn’t wake up. He’d washed my face with a washcloth, carried me into bed as the dizziness took over, gave me a glass of water, and tucked me in. He didn’t call me kiddo after that night.…He swapped to “Everclear” instead.There in the house that summer afternoon, I knew we were alone again. Tara and Amy were outside, my dad was golfing, and Catherine was at a happy hour somewhere. I tiptoed to the door to the lower level, listening for the sounds of him working out, but the lights were off and it was quiet.If frowned, my fingers twisting together as I’d headed
Blurb:Jaxon Hensley stormed into my life, all dominance and raw heat, leaving me obsessed from the moment I saw him. Secretly, of course.No one can know the sweet little good girl dreams of him claiming her in every forbidden way. Or that I poured all my filthy fantasies into a letter meant for the man with piercing green eyes, a sinful body, and a past as dark as his gaze.He’s six years older, works for my family’s law firm, and, oh yeah—he’s my stepbrother.Totally off-limits. Completely irresistible. And exactly what I want.°°°Filthy, scandalous, and so sugary sweet your teeth will hurt. This one’s a heaping dose of wrong in the right kind of way. If an older, dominant, obsessed alpha claiming his untouched heroine sounds like your cup of tea, then you should probably dive right in.°°°Okay, okay, this is officially my last book in the series. And yes, I know I said that the last time... and maybe the time before that. But for real this time! Pinky swear!(≧▽≦)****Cha
EpilogueHazel“These Plans All need to be reviewed by Xavier,” says Cynthia, dumping a stack of folders in my arms. In the year that I’ve been interning at Kearns & Rochat, Cynthia has become a friend, even though I maintain that she’s far too glamorous to hang out with me. “Drinks later?” she adds, as I turn to walk to the door.“Sure,” I say with a smile. It’s only been a couple of months since my nineteenth birthday, and it’s still a thrill to order drinks in a bar. Cynthia and I have been going out after work about once a week ever since I became old enough to drink.It’s nice to have a friend—someone who actually likes me. With Cynthia, I can be myself. She never judges me or turns cruel.I haven’t spoken a word to Christine, or anyone else from high school, since the day of our final exam. For a while, Kye was bugging me on social media, but now I’ve deleted all my accounts. Maybe it’s strange to say, for a nineteen year old with no social media accounts or friends my age to sp
“Stepdaughter,” I correct him. “Ex-stepdaughter.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Hazel returning to the table and cringe at my own timing. She smiles curiously at both of us as she takes her seat, probably wondering why we each look so uncomfortable.I take another deep breath. “I was just telling Bob,” I explain to her. “About us.”There’s a half second where she looks confused, like she doesn’t understand what I mean, and then relief washes over her face. “You were?” She blinks incredulously.“Yes.” Her reaction makes me care less about Bob’s. It’s pure joy for me to see her this way. I will do anything to make her happy. It doesn’t matter what people think.“Wow,” Bob says, still looking stunned. “Sorry. This is taking a moment to compute.”“Of course.” I tear my eyes away from Hazel’s glowing face to look at him. “I didn’t mean to shock you. But I do want to be honest with you.”“Yes,” he says emphatically, nodding his head. “Please. Always. Listen, I can’t judge. I had…I mean
Xavier Over The Summer, Hazel and I settle into a new kind of life together, one that feels like a hybrid of our many roles.By day, Hazel takes a pre-university course at the University of British Columbia to improve her chances of admission when she applies next spring. I drive her to school, pack her lunch, make dinner, and take care of her as I always have.But at night, in the privacy of our home, we take on new forbidden roles, exploring a taboo that fulfills something unique in each of us. For me, being Hazel’s Daddy is about more than the taboo role-play. I enjoy the way it intersects with BDSM and allows me explore domination, as well as satisfying my need to express my love through caretaking. Being Hazel’s protector and provider adds a dimension of meaning to my life I didn’t know that I was missing.In our new dynamic, Hazel discovers a sense of security that I see reflected in her confidence. She’s happy and carefree knowing that she can count on me to look after her.Mo
I press the head of my cock against her pussy and rub it slightly against her hole, enjoying how wet it is, before pushing myself in. She’s tighter than ever with the jewel in her ass, and she gasps loudly as I stroke myself in and out of her tight cunt until I have to stop myself abruptly, dropping my head and taking ragged breaths. I’m so close to coming already. I slide myself out with a shiver, heart hammering, and then run my thumbs over her cheeks, admiring the beautiful jewel peeking out between the two firm muscles of her ass.“Do you know how to take it out?” I ask her.She shakes her head. “No.”“You need to push it out, while I pull.”“Oh.”“No need to worry, it will just take a minute. Now do as I say.” I hold the sides of the jewel and pull lightly and she gasps in surprise as it slides out.Her asshole is perfect, tiny and dark pink from the weight of the plug. I place the plug on her bedside table and pick up the lube, pouring it generously over her hole, and rubbing it
Xavier I take a seat on the couch and Hazel obediently bends over my knee the way she’s been taught to do. Although she’s getting what she wants, I’ve turned it around on her, and now she’s nervous. Asserting my dominance, something I hope we’ll incorporate into our relationship more and more, has made this interaction even more enjoyable for me. My cock is getting hard as she stretches out over my thighs.I run a hand up the back of her legs, taking a minute to enjoy the sight of her laid out like this. The uniform is so perfect, so innocent… I love the feel of the rough wool of the skirt, and her childish little knee-high socks. I’ve always wanted to fuck her in her school uniform, and the anticipation of it is making my dick throb.I run a hand up to her ass, over her panties, enjoying the feel of her under my hand. I slide a hand under the fabric and squeeze her ass, and that’s when I notice her panties are very wet. They’re practically soaked through.“Dirty girl,” I growl. “Wha
I turn to see Xavier’s Jaguar rolling up to the curb behind me.It’s one thing to make fun of me, but it’s another thing altogether to see the three of them laughing at Xavier, delighting in their characterization of him as some kind of pervert. A protective reflex snaps in me. I don’t need these kids in my life. And after today, I’ll never see them again.Besides, I think, catching a glimpse of Xavier through the window, what the fuck are they even laughing at? Xavier is gorgeous by anyone’s standard, one powerful hand on the steering wheel, the light highlighting his strong jaw covered in a rough scrape of beard—a few days’ growth I find very sexy. He’s driving a goddamn Jaguar, and what do these boys have going for them? Kye has the Jeep that was given to him by his parents, and Christine has already told me that Eric has trouble getting off because he watches too much porn.These assholes don’t have the right to say anything to me.“Hey, it’s Daddy!” laughs Kye. “You gonna let him
Imagine how she would react if I told her the truth, I thought.But what’s done is done, and once I’d told her that version of the story I had to stick to it, constantly adding new details that I thought might make it more palatable for her. ‘He acts younger than he is,’ I told her. ‘His wife got custody of the kids, so he doesn’t have them anymore.’ Every lie I added to make it sound better only seemed to make it sound worse. At some point, I started thinking the truth would look better in comparison.When the teacher’s phone alarm rings, she orders us to put down our pens and collects our papers, and then Christine and I head to our lockers together to clean them out. It’s our very last day at school. Our last day in this building, our last day as high schoolers. And, I can’t help but wonder, maybe our last day as friends. Ever since I started telling Christine about my older boyfriend, ‘Jack,’ it’s only seemed to make her angrier and more judgmental, like I’ve disappointed her some