hanging, well-fucked and shocked beyond belief.
I’m eighteen. An adult. A grownup as far as the government is concerned.
But right now, my gaze is locked on my stepdad. In the flesh. He’s shirtless, as always when he’s home, and staring at me. His expression a mixture of shock and something I’ve never seen before.
A strangled groan comes from behind me and I figure Jeremy must have just caught sight of my stepdad.
The truth is he’s not my stepdad anymore. He’s been divorced from my mom for years and I’m living in his pool house after my most recent falling-out with her. But she’s a hot cougar, which means my stepdad is only, like, thirty-five. A very hot thirty-five.
And I still introduce him to my friends as my dad. Well, because it gets me hot.
“ Mr. Morelli, I...”
His face darkens, a deep red stealing across his features and the vein in his temple is throbbing. Not a good sign.
I snatch my blanket to my chest, covering my naked, sweat-soaked body with the cool fabric.
“ Out.” One word, growled between his clenched teeth.
Not good.
I need to remind myself I’m an adult. Right. Sorta.
Jeremy doesn’t seem to need to be told twice. He bounds from my bed, snatching his clothes from the ground before his slips by Luca, their bodies not touching.
Luca Morelli. Even his name is sexy. Mom always had good taste in men. Luca, my own Italian stallion. In my fantasies, anyway. He’s tall and built. His olive-toned, tanned skin draws me along with his midnight black hair and those dark brown eyes. Yum.
Of course my fantasies aren’t really happening right now.
Because in my dreams, he catches me and then ravishes me, making me forget any other man. I’ve really been reading too many romance novels.
Seriously.
We just stare at each other, my blue-eyed gaze caught in his brown. I’m barely breathing, waiting for what he’s gonna say. I know he’s not my “real” dad. That guy is long gone. But I don’t like disappointing Luca, and I’m figuring getting fucked in the pool house and calling the guy Daddy might be the tiniest bit over the top for him.
He’s always seemed like a missionary type of guy. Doesn’t mean I want him any less. If he gave me a chance, I’d just get used to being on my back all the time. It’d be worth it to get my hands on him.
Finally, after what feels like fifteen minutes ticks by, he speaks. “Damn it, Angel.” He runs a hand through his hair, mussing it, making him look even hotter with the disheveled strands sticking up. “What am I gonna do with you?” He growls and my pussy responds, tightening, aching to be filled. I love that growl, that deep timbre of his voice.
“ Fuck me?” Can’t help it. I’m already fucked, in a not nice way, might as well go for broke.
Luca moans, drops his head against the wall and closes his eyes. “Angel.”
The way he says my name gets to me. The deep rolling voice, the shortened form of Angelica. I’m his Angel. Dirty as I am.
“ Daddy?” I keep my voice light, small, hoping to tempt him.
“ Angelica, we can’t. We’ve talked about this.”
“ But...”
He blows out a breath, harsh and quick. “You need to stop picking up random guys, Angel. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble and--”
I crawl forward a bit, moving on my knees. “It wouldn’t happen if I had you. I’d only do you.”
One of his hands twitches, pulling my focus from his face to his hips. I’m spellbound, watching while he brings it to his groin, palms his cock. And I can see the bulge there, waiting for me. My mouth. My hands.
I lick my lower lip, mouth watering. “Luca...”
I’ve done things like this, getting caught, from the time I moved in on my eighteenth birthday. Six months I’ve traipsed through the main house in barely nothing, lying out by the pool in even less. Sometimes even going topless, excusing my nakedness by saying I didn’t want tan lines on my tits.
Can’t have tan lines.
“ Only me,
I’m eighteen. An adult. A grownup as far as the government is concerned.
But right now, my gaze is locked on my stepdad. In the flesh. He’s shirtless, as always when he’s home, and staring at me. His expression a mixture of shock and something I’ve never seen before.
A strangled groan comes from behind me and I figure Jeremy must have just caught sight of my stepdad.
The truth is he’s not my stepdad anymore. He’s been divorced from my mom for years and I’m living in his pool house after my most recent falling-out with her. But she’s a hot cougar, which means my stepdad is only, like, thirty-five. A very hot thirty-five.
And I still introduce him to my friends as my dad. Well, because it gets me hot.
“ Mr. Morelli, I...”
His face darkens, a deep red stealing across his features and the vein in his temple is throbbing. Not a good sign.
I snatch my blanket to my chest, covering my naked, sweat-soaked body with the cool fabric.
“ Out.” One word, growled between his clenched teeth.
Not good.
I need to remind myself I’m an adult. Right. Sorta.
Jeremy doesn’t seem to need to be told twice. He bounds from my bed, snatching his clothes from the ground before his slips by Luca, their bodies not touching.
Luca Morelli. Even his name is sexy. Mom always had good taste in men. Luca, my own Italian stallion. In my fantasies, anyway. He’s tall and built. His olive-toned, tanned skin draws me along with his midnight black hair and those dark brown eyes. Yum.
Of course my fantasies aren’t really happening right now.
Because in my dreams, he catches me and then ravishes me, making me forget any other man. I’ve really been reading too many romance novels.
Seriously.
We just stare at each other, my blue-eyed gaze caught in his brown. I’m barely breathing, waiting for what he’s gonna say. I know he’s not my “real” dad. That guy is long gone. But I don’t like disappointing Luca, and I’m figuring getting fucked in the pool house and calling the guy Daddy might be the tiniest bit over the top for him.
He’s always seemed like a missionary type of guy. Doesn’t mean I want him any less. If he gave me a chance, I’d just get used to being on my back all the time. It’d be worth it to get my hands on him.
Finally, after what feels like fifteen minutes ticks by, he speaks. “Damn it, Angel.” He runs a hand through his hair, mussing it, making him look even hotter with the disheveled strands sticking up. “What am I gonna do with you?” He growls and my pussy responds, tightening, aching to be filled. I love that growl, that deep timbre of his voice.
“ Fuck me?” Can’t help it. I’m already fucked, in a not nice way, might as well go for broke.
Luca moans, drops his head against the wall and closes his eyes. “Angel.”
The way he says my name gets to me. The deep rolling voice, the shortened form of Angelica. I’m his Angel. Dirty as I am.
“ Daddy?” I keep my voice light, small, hoping to tempt him.
“ Angelica, we can’t. We’ve talked about this.”
“ But...”
He blows out a breath, harsh and quick. “You need to stop picking up random guys, Angel. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble and--”
I crawl forward a bit, moving on my knees. “It wouldn’t happen if I had you. I’d only do you.”
One of his hands twitches, pulling my focus from his face to his hips. I’m spellbound, watching while he brings it to his groin, palms his cock. And I can see the bulge there, waiting for me. My mouth. My hands.
I lick my lower lip, mouth watering. “Luca...”
I’ve done things like this, getting caught, from the time I moved in on my eighteenth birthday. Six months I’ve traipsed through the main house in barely nothing, lying out by the pool in even less. Sometimes even going topless, excusing my nakedness by saying I didn’t want tan lines on my tits.
Can’t have tan lines.
“ Only me,
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