I snap myself to reality when I realize I have started trailing off into memories I have tagged forbidden. this"So, what do you want now, stepfather?"
I hear his light chuckle, and I can't help the flutter in my chest from absorbing the rich sound. I can almost smell him. I remember what he smelled like. God! it's imprinted in my brain. It is embarrassing, but I can admit that I look for that scent in every man I have gone out with since, but to no success. It belonged to Linc Tanner alone. Just like my stupid, stupid heart. Mint, dark coffee, something dark and mysterious thrown in the mix and a whiff of something floral and yet overwhelmingly masculine. I used to smell him in the house before he even got to the room I was in, with my mom on his arm, dark onyx eyes seeking mine like a storm. "I kind of prefer Mr. Tanner to that stepfather title. Makes me feel old, and the way you say it adds a perverted undertone to it," he says after a moment. His tone is light; it is a rebuff he has used several times before when I used to call him that as a sort of childish rebellion to the dismay of my mother who insisted I call him by his name or worse, dad. "Whatever," I snap. I hate having to think about my mother or the period during that summer before I left for college when I had to stay with them, and it was low-key the worst few weeks of my life in that house. "Still that temper. It is good to know you haven't changed much, Ames darling," Linc says with a light chuckle. But he is wrong. At least I hope so. I hope I have changed enough. But with the way my heart flutters every time he calls me that nickname in that rich baritone of his, I can't be sure I have changed much, and it is embarrassing. "I need you to tell me why you have called, Linc. Cut the whole thing about you worrying about me and all that bullshit. I know you have eyes on me. I have seen her. What do you want?" My anger comes back to shield my foolish heart; it wraps around my chest like a vice. Whatever he has been paying the woman following me for the past three years should be halved. She is terrible at her job. She doesn't even try to be hidden. "Okay. Okay. Sheathe your claws, tigress," Linc says. There is no chuckling this time. He doesn't even try to deny it. It makes me angrier, but I bite my tongue. Once I hear what he is calling for, we will talk about that damn female bodyguard. "I need you to come back home for your break tomorrow. Your plane tickets are ready, everything is set in place," Linc says, his voice dangerously set and rigid, my mouth opens and closes. Again, I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I am beyond dumbfounded. Not at the fact that he knows the exact timing of my summer break, but the finality and air of authority of his tone. "What!" Finally, I scream into the phone. "What the fuck are you talking about?! I am not coming back! You better say you're joking right now!" I scream into the phone. Courtesy be damned. I don't care if Ashley can hear me. I don't care if I am being rude. He has lost his mind if he thinks he can just command me to come back to New York out of the blue like this. After three whole years of no contact! Though I was the one that initiated the no-contact rule, that is beside the point. "You are and you will," Linc says and the calmness in his voice threatens to push me to the edge. He has no rights! Have I not made this clear enough! "I don't know how to say this nicely, Mr. Tanner, but I genuinely do not want anything to do with you. My mother is dead. She is not here anymore. I am not obligated to feel related to you because we are not related. I am not coming back to New York, and that is final," I say, breathing heavily. My eyes narrow on the floral pattern of my quilt, and I feel like I could go crazy with the way my heart is racing, flashes of forbidden memories running through my mind. Mental snapshots of Linc walking out of the luxurious infinity pool on the rooftop of his mansion and his immaculate figure, toned wide shoulders, long muscular legs like tree trunks, chiseled torso, me hiding behind the lounge door, watching him like a creep, the water dripping down his hairy chest, snaking into his navel, down his briefs with that noticeable bulge, and his dark eyes catching mine immediately like he knew I was there all along, watching him. "Amelia. Listen to me," Linc's domineering voice cuts into me, and I rip my focus away from those damn memories. That summer is cursed. I can't think of that time without feeling a heap of guilt and the sense of awakening into something bigger than myself, in those stolen glances, fantasies, and sleepless nights where I imagined what it would be like to be the one sharing Linc's bed instead of my mother. I felt treacherous even though me and my mother and I had never been particularly close. "No! I am not coming back, and you can't make me!" I yell. "Amelia!" Linc's annoyed voice snaps me to attention. I bite my tongue. Squeezing the phone in my hand. I grit my teeth in annoyance. I didn't have any specific plans for the holiday, though I was thinking about my internship options. Since it is my sophomore year, I am supposed to spend my summer break interning at any reputable architectural company that will take me. "It is something your mother wanted," Linc says, his voice going back to calm and collected. Of course. She would still continue to mess up my life even when she is no longer here.It is aggravating, all the complex feelings she evokes in me. Our relationship wasn't the typical mother-daughter bond. Because she wasn't the typical mother by any means.Kathryn Dimitri was a socialite through and through. She was glamorous and loud and enjoyed going to dinner parties, soirees, any excuse to have fun and drink champagne, flirting with the throng of men who were always sniffing around her.It always stung when people noted how different we looked. They always looked at her elegant auburn bold beauty and my muted blonde prettiness and concluded I paled in comparison, just like my skin. Mother always threw her head back with a delightful laugh when those men paid her compliments at my expense.That was one of the reasons why I hated spending time at home. With her. She always made me feel like an unwanted attachment to her person. An attachment that never quite measured up.Sometimes, I think to myself that my attraction to Linc was a rebellion. It was a cowardly one
We have some history between us from that one summer three years ago before she ran away to college. But I am proud of myself for keeping things in control when she was just an eighteen-year-old rebellious teen. Now that she is all grown, I can't promise that I would be able to control myself much. This woman sitting across from me could bring any man to his knees, and I don't fucking care falling on my knees in front of her as her legs open up for me, taking in the scent of her arousal, tasting and licking her. Merely looking at her, I know she tastes like pure sugar. I shifted in my seat, my throbbing cock pressed tightly against my short as I stare at her, all the wild things I want to do buzzing around my head like swarms of flies. If only she's able to see how long I have wanted her in the house, how badly I want to taste her, eat her whole, tear her crafted world apart with my cock."Then I am not staying in that house. You have to get a place for me," she says, not adding th
Seeing Linc's trim, muscled figure in his form-fitting grey suit, his devastatingly handsome, resistant-to-aging face with those dark, piercing onyx eyes has reminded me just how easily my body gives in to him. His quiet, effective charm has reminded me why I ran. Why that summer really tough for me. Fighting this forbidden attraction to my middle-aged stepfather, who is forty-one while I am just twenty-one. He is literally old enough to be my father. But yet he pulls me. And I am powerless once he pins me with those eyes. I am weak. My body surrenders without much resistance."Drop them on the desk," he says, his dark eyes still trained on me, his back to the woman frozen at the door glaring at me with such venom it scares me. I move further away. I need to escape him. But I know it is futile. Linc would find me. This attraction between us feels inevitable now. There is a quiet countdown ringing like a third heartbeat between us. Coming back was a mistake. Linc Tanner is not the
Linc had the house restructured, and so it doesn't hold much sentiment for me. I was slightly shocked when I first got in, but now it has ebbed. The mansion is like a luxurious minimalist hotel. Oddly, I felt comfortable and at ease. But I know I can't stay here for too long. I simply can't."Um, so, about the apartment you would rent for me. How is that coming along?" I say, enunciating my words carefully. I see a tic in his jaw, and I swallow.I remember the way he asked me why I didn't want to stay with him as he held me in his arms earlier in his office. The naked vulnerability in his eyes. The way he was looking at me, it scares me, hypnotize me and locks me in."You just told me a few hours ago." He says, interlacing his svelte fingers on the table as he leans forward, cocking his head to the side. I can't read the expression on his face, whether it is annoyance or amusement."Yeah. But it is something that you can sort out in a really short time. Aren't you like a billionaire
Linc Tanner's POV:Fuck! So damn soft. She is so damn soft and sweet, like I have always thought she would be.She tenses in my arms for a second as my mouth claims hers, but then she eases into me and I lose all sense of control as she parts her lips for better access to the hot sweetness that was her mouth.I am so frickin' turned on. I can't think. I wrap a hand behind her neck and pull her head back for a deeper kiss and she moans hotly into my mouth, the erotic sound makes my blood pump faster, through my veins, all heading southwards. My cock lurched forward, I could feel the tip weeping precum. My thigh tighten, my brief tightened unable to accommodate my erection anymore, threatening to rip it out.I just wanted to kiss her, to taste those cherry lips and satiate this mad desire that has gripped me since Kathryn introduced her to me, squirming, shy, and avoiding my eyes even as she tried to watch me when she thinks I wasn't aware.But the kiss is slowly getting out of control
I slide my hands down her body, cupping her ass. They are shaped perfectly and so soft even as I grab them through her dress. She arches deeper into me. There's no space between us, yet her legs part for me as my hand finds their way to her core, the damn panties a barrier to touching her wet eager flesh.I rip my mouth away from her lips to kiss down her exquisite neck, I bite on the sensitive spot where her neck curves into her shoulders, she cries out, her leg tightens around my waist.Her dress has already ridden up her thighs, so my fingers find her underwear in the darkness easily, and I press my thumb to her spot. She is soaking wet, eager and ready for me and raw hunger ripples through me at the realization."Linc. Linc. Stop." Amelia cries out, and I freeze immediately, feeling my heart pounding hard in my chest."I... I am sorry, I... I can't do this. We can't... can't... do this. I c-can't... please." Amelia slips out of my hold. I let her go because if I don't, I can't pro
"What is there to talk about?" I say, avoiding the intensity of those dark swirling pools of his onyx eyes."A lot, Amelia. A lot and I know you know exactly what I am talking about," he says, then he takes a couple of steps towards me and I brace against the wall of the elevator, my heart jumping wildly in my rib cage, he looks especially stunning in the charcoal black three-piece suit he has on this morning, "except you need me to jolt your memory?" He is suddenly too close to me. His minty breath caresses my face, and I bite back the moan that threatens to escape my lips. My treacherous body. It responds to him too easily. I give in without even being aware of it."Yes...wait, no. What the hell? No." My brain is scrambled as I find the right answer. I push the button behind me, and the door falls open, Linc doesn't move away from me even though we are now exposed to the whole floor. He is insane. His lips curl up in a smirk that almost stops my heart as I back away. I want to giv
Have I mentioned how much I hate how easily my body betrays me when it comes to Linc Tanner? He is my goddamned stepfather for fuck's sake. Why can't I find some other middle-aged man to feel this way for? I will take any other man but him. No matter how much I like to deny it, we are related. Not by blood, but something that might be worse. We are related by commitment. Loyalty. All the things that bound him to my mother. This attraction to him started as a rebellion, but now it has evolved into something completely out of my control.An uncontrolled flashback to that night a week ago rips through my mind, and I feel the heat rise up my neck. I kissed him back. Recklessly. I wrapped my leg around him, wanting more. I wanted more. And he gave me just what I was demanding, and then I ran away like a coward."Let's start," Linc says to the room, his voice authoritative and incredibly hot.I zone out. The more the meeting progresses, the harder it gets for me to keep my eyes away from h