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She obeys without hesitation, stretching out across the blue surface like a sacrifice. Her ponytail dangles down, and my cock's already dripping when I open my jeans. Wrapping my hand around my length, every slide of my palm sends fire through my veins, but it's nothing compared to the way my body ignites when she lets out that desperate little whimper at the sight of me.

She reaches for me, and when she grips me with both hands, I have to slam my eyes shut to stop myself from blowing my load before she's even taken me into her mouth.

I suck in a ragged breath, my control hanging by a thread, and rip my T-shirt off. Her eyes rake over me, dark and hungry, and when her tongue darts out to wet her lips, I pulse in her grip, every inch of me aching to wreck her in the best possible way.

Looking down, I watch as Amelia's tongue darts out to taste the precum gathered at my tip, and I'm gone—ruined, completely fucking destroyed for anyone else, and I never want to find my way back.

"I'm gonna feed you my cock now, Mills." I lean down to kiss her again because it feels impossible not to.

The moment I push between her soft lips, the world stops spinning.

I lean over her, starting slow but only because I have to, letting her adjust to my size. When she relaxes, swallowing me deeper, I lose myself completely. My hips move in steady strokes while she sucks me like it's the only thing she's ever wanted, like I'm the only thing she craves.

"Open those legs wider for me, baby."

My gaze drops to her pussy, still wet and swollen from her orgasm, and I thrust deeper, chasing the edge that feels closer with every stroke of her tongue.

When her hand slides down to grip my balls, my head snaps back, and a sound tears from my chest that's pure fucking animal. "Fuck, look at you, Mills, taking your stepbrother's cock like you were made for it." Her nails dig into my thigh in warning, and I can't help but laugh darkly, because even with my cock buried in her throat, teasing her feels as natural as breathing.

"I'm close," I grind out, my voice shaking. "Tell me where you want it, baby." She answers by sucking harder, and my body lurches forward, palm slamming down on the table beside her. "Fuck, Amelia," I hiss through clenched teeth, and when she does it again, I know exactly what she wants.

Within seconds, my orgasm tears through me, and she takes everything I give her, her nails dragging across my thighs until I'm trembling above her.

When I try to pull back, she grips my cock, giving it one last slow lick that nearly brings me to my knees. "You're gonna kill me, Firefly."

After helping her up and fixing her dress, I pull her into my arms, pressing my lips to her forehead. I'm not even sure why I'm holding her like this, except that I need to feel her against me.

"You good?" My hands cradle her face, thumbs brushing along her jaw as I tilt her head to meet my gaze. I search her eyes, desperate to make sure there's no hint of regret, no second thoughts about what just happened.

"Yeah, but if you ever call yourself my stepbrother while I'm sucking you off again, I'll bite your dick off." She laughs, and Ibury my face in her hair, breathing her in like a drug. "Are you okay?"

"You kidding? I just got the best damn head of my life. I'm fucking awesome."

The corner of her mouth twitches before she playfully slaps my chest, her palm resting over the white rose tattoo etched across my heart.

For a second, I feel the magnitude of everything she's come to mean to me. It's too much, too soon, so I force the moment back to playful. Because the alternative—acknowledging just how deep this runs—terrifies me.

Chapter 40

Amelia

Last night, my stepbrother went down on me.

That's all I'll have to say when they lock me up for doing something so absurd, so reckless, that even I can't fully believe it happened. But do I regret it? No. God, no. Not when I can still see the way his mouth moved against me, and definitely not when I swallowed his cum, finally satiating the dark, desperate desire to know how he tasted.

Afterward, Tobias and I talked for a little while, casual as hell, like he hadn't just ruined me in the best way possible, leaving pieces of himself imprinted on me in ways I'll never be able to undo.

And now I'm awake, still satisfied from last night but aching for more of him.

Craving him.

Sleep wasn't an option, so all I did last night was pack my stuff. My hands moved like they had a mind of their own, shoving clothes in my bag while my brain tortured me with anendless replay of the night. The kiss at the restaurant. The raw hunger in Tobias's eyes. The way he looked at me after I'd had my mouth around him—my lips still swollen, my throat raw in that delicious way that reminded me I wasn't just with him last night.I belonged to him.

But it wasn't the physical ache that kept me awake. It wasn't even the memory of how he tasted or the way his thighs shook as he came. It was the care I saw in his eyes that stayed with me.

It's been there for as long as I can remember, this quiet but fierce protectiveness Tobias has always had for me. However, it's evolved into something deeper— something so much more than I ever imagined.

My common sense packed her bags and left the building the moment his lips touched mine. Now all I've got is this ache between my legs and the terrifying knowledge that one hit of Tobias will never be enough.

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